It was hard to wait until get off work.

Han Jing'er walked out of the company building and immediately called Yi Xiaoyan: "Dear, today is the weekend. I'll treat you to Locust House No. 1 Bar tonight."

Yi Xiaoyan shouted on the other end of the phone: "Han Jing'er, are you rich?"

Han Jing'er said: "It didn't happen."

Yi Xiaoyan asked: "Then what good thing happened to you? Tell me quickly and let me share it with you."

Han Jing'er tried to keep her voice as calm as possible and said in an understatement: "I was dumped by Qiao Weizhong. Do you think this is a good thing?"

Yi Xiaoyan said "Ah", as if she was surprised. She was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "Jing'er, can it be true? Don't scare me, you don't joke like this, dear."

"it is true."

"Why break up?"

"He said he didn't love me anymore and fell in love with someone else."

"You just let him go?"

"Um."

"Did you have a quarrel? Did you make a fuss?"

"No noise, no fuss."

"Did you cry?"

"Crying. But he didn't see it."

"Well done Han Jing'er, you are indeed my best friend, you have a lot of backbone!"

"Yi Xiaoyan, do you want to go to Locust House No. 1 Bar tonight?" Han Jing'er shouted into the phone: "If you dare not go, I will send a bloody man to take your head and play it as a football! Do you believe it or not?"

"Go! I'll go!" Yi Xiaoyan said hurriedly: "Han Jing'er, we are besties, right? The so-called besties mean that when the besties are in trouble, they have to help their besties and contribute themselves for free. Let your bestie use your ears as a trash can!"

Putting down the phone, Han Jing'er took a deep breath.

Afterwards, she went to the commercial street alone.

In the shopping street, Han Jing'er tried spraying the expensive Issey Miyake.

This perfume has the floral scent of water lilies, roses and iris, like the scent of a spring forest, remote and quiet, confusing, as if it exudes the final romance.

After shopping for a long time, Han Jing'er finally bought a set of new SWAROVSKI crystal necklaces, which were drop-shaped, natural purple crystals, and crystal clear.

Han Jinger was in front of the mirror, looking left and right.

She doesn't look bad in the mirror: she has a small face, tender cheeks, and a pair of big eyes that flicker, and she is described as watery and charming, as if she is carrying a handful of flowers. The wind, when it blows, blows into people's hearts, making them indescribably beautiful and touching.

Han Jinger feels good about herself.

She is 166 centimeters tall and weighs 48 kilograms. Her hair is straight and long, black and bright, just like the shampoo commercials on TV. Paired with a white soft natural fabric dress, she has a chic and elegant charm, floating like a fairy.

As if she were a pure and innocent little dragon girl who doesn't want to indulge in the fireworks of the world.

When night fell, Han Jing'er wore new clothes, flashed red lips, and walked straight to the favorite bar with her fragrance flowing, her arrogance and her high spirits. The stiletto shoes under her feet made the road "ding". "Ding-ding-ding-ding" made a burst of exciting sounds.

Tonight, the moon is like silver and the stars are brilliant. Han Jing'er wants to indulge in a little indulgence and have a lot of fun. She wants to celebrate her rebirth after being dumped and get drunk.

why not?

In such a beautiful yet lonely night.

The night is really lonely, and Han Jing'er is also really lonely.

Loneliness is something that is afraid of light. When the sun goes down, it moves up unscrupulously, spreading everywhere and scurrying around like a plague.
Chapter completed!