When Han Xue listened to Simiao talking about her chance encounter with Tai Junxi, she asked in surprise, "Is this the end?".
"Yeah, what else can I do?" Simiao shrugged disapprovingly, looking at the TV intently, but then said, "And I found that seeing Brother Junxi again was also a good thing, because I felt relieved and suddenly knew
"My feelings for Jun Hee are just a girlish infatuation, not true love."
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Xue said in surprise, "Really?!" After saying that, she looked at Simiao looking at her with a strange look, and explained awkwardly, "I'm happy for you, so that you don't have to worry about your feelings.
"In the whirlpool".
"Haha..." Simiao smiled weirdly, picked up the red apple from the tea machine, looked left and right, and said jokingly, "Xue, look at this red apple. It has such excellent conditions in all aspects, how attractive it is.
"Pushing the apple into Han Xue's hand, she said seriously, "If you don't hurry up, the apple will probably be taken away by others."
"As long as the person who takes it away is not you." Han Xue smiled, raised her eyebrows in a wicked way, and took a bite of the apple, "I will be like a mouse who loves rice, damn! I will steal it even if I steal it."
"That's it." Simiao chuckled, picked up another apple, and bumped it with Han Xue's apple like a wine glass, "I wish our cute little mouse a successful heart-stealing success!"...
The fresh air filled the sky over the city. Simiao was wearing a beige professional attire. Just as she was about to walk to Ouyang Group, she was startled by a Ferrari speeding past her, honking its horn loudly. She held yesterday's bag in her hand
When she attended a party at night, the paper bag containing her skirt fell to the ground in fright. She muttered "nervous" and knelt down to pick it up, but a tall figure had already loomed over her body.
He slowly raised his head, hesitated, and then smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Ou, good morning."
The warm sunshine seems to never be able to melt the aloof chill that belongs to the king radiating from Ouyang Ji's body. Every part of his handsome face is stern and stern. He frowns and looks at Simiao, who is not wearing any makeup, but is still delicate.
With his small face and thin lips pursed into a straight line in displeasure, he shouted, "What are you holding?".
"Oh, give your clothes back," Simiao said in a clear voice, and politely handed the bag to Ouyang Ji with both hands. Seeing that he didn't accept it, he added, "I've already washed it."
Ouyang Ji sneered disdainfully, grabbed Simiao's soft chin, and said in an evil and cold voice, "Can you be more stupid?" In Simiao's astonishment, he whispered ambiguously, "Your stupidity
, made me have a strong interest in you, and wanted to study what kind of unqualified semi-finished products you were made of, so that you were promoted to be my lover."
"Are you suffering from a fever?" Simiao twisted her eyebrows, stared at Ouyang Ji with an evil look on her face, and coldly knocked his hand away, "I can't be your lover. Besides,
Are you doing this right for Miss Xia Sisi? Don’t you love her very much and aren’t you afraid that she will be sad when she finds out?”
Ouyang Ji cynically blocked Simiao's lips with a finger, and there was an unruly arc on his lips, "If she knows, it's you who said it, it's you who made her sad, it has nothing to do with me." After that,
He turned around gracefully and walked towards the group, leaving an unquestionable sentence, "In three days, you will be my lover."