Zhong Qing felt that her vision was becoming more and more blurry. She wanted to leave for a while. She didn't want to sit here anymore. She felt that if she sat down again, she would collapse.
Thinking of this, Zhong Qing hurriedly stood up, looked at Yi Jian and Yang Ting, smiled lightly, and looked as if nothing had happened: "I... go to the bathroom."
"I'll accompany you." Yi Jian quickly stood up with a considerate look. He looked at her face intently for a while and found that her lips were a little white. He stretched out his hand and touched her gently.
He touched her forehead and said softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want Qin Ye to take a look at it for you?"
"No, I'm fine." Zhong Qing shook her head and smiled slowly: "You continue chatting with Miss Yang. I just went to the bathroom and will be back later."
Yi Jian nodded, not doubting that he was there.
Zhong Qing turned around, her original smiling face dimmed instantly, her eyes were dull, and she hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.
After Zhong Qing left, Yang Ting shrugged, looked at Yi Jian, and asked curiously: "Is she that person?"
Yi Jian nodded: "Yeah."
"Congratulations. Li He will definitely be happy if he knows about it." Yang Ting picked up the coffee cup and took a sip: "It's not easy. It's not easy to keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight. You've been thinking about me these past few years, and you've paid off."
"She doesn't love me." Yi Jian revealed the result straightforwardly.
Yang Ting's expression was slightly startled: "No... With your IQ, you can easily solve such complex military problems. With a woman, wouldn't you be unable to solve it?"
Easy and silent.
He held his forehead.
This is indeed the case.
His IQ seems to be only suitable for solving complex military problems, but not for a woman.
"It's just a joke, but I believe that one day, your affection will impress her." Yang Ting said this seriously, and then continued: "Back to business, about this batch of goods..."
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Zhong Qing shut herself in the bathroom and took a deep breath. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyebrows were so beautiful, but she was too obedient, a typical Chinese classical temperament.
There is no such strong sense of beauty as Yang Ting's.
She thought, is it a man? Do all men like women like that?
