He reached out to hold her hand, but she dodged it. Zhao Qingqing shook his head, "I won't go."
She has already been called a vixen, and she doesn't want to live up to her reputation.
"Huh?" Luo Jian frowned, confused by her behavior.
"Luo Jian!" Wang Jialing, who was lying on the ground, had been waiting with tears in her eyes for Luo Jian to pull her away. Unexpectedly, he had never even looked at her.
Just now she was talking in front of those two friends about how good her fiancé was to her. She glanced at the two people secretly and saw that there was a faint smile hidden in her eyes, but it was not funny.
She was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to tear Zhao Qingqing into pieces.
How could Luo Jian not give her face in front of so many people? She is his fiancée. Doesn't embarrassing her mean embarrassing himself?
"Luo Jian, don't fall for this vixen. She is just an author of pornographic novels. What is your identity? If Uncle Luo finds out, he will definitely be furious."
She knew that the only person who could suppress Luo Jian was Luo's father. Because of his father's identity, he had to take care of him.
Luo Jian was furious and stared at Wang Jialing with a pair of dark eyes, murderous, "I've said enough."
Just now he saw her shrewish face from a distance. How could she curse those obscene words that were unacceptable to his ears? In the past, he only hated her and her mother's vicious heart, but he didn't expect her to be harsh and vulgar.
How could his Luo Jian's fiancée be like this?
When he thought of marrying such a woman, he wished he could be transferred to a Tibetan area and never come back.
When Wang Jialing heard this, tears welled up in her eyes and fell down in a blink of an eye, "Luo Jian, how could you be so cruel to me to protect this vixen?"
They have known each other for so many years, and she loves him so much, why can't his eyes see her?
Apart from being not as young as this vixen, in what way is she not superior to her?
Why why? She was unwilling to do so.
"Hmph." Luo Jian snorted coldly: "Don't always make excuses about my dad. If you want to marry me, I'll wait until you learn your self-cultivation."
After saying that, regardless of whether Zhao Qingqing wanted it or not, he grabbed her hand and dragged her away forcefully.
Wang Jialing's cry came from behind, "Luo Jian!"
Luo Jian dragged Zhao Qingqing straight out of the hall. Only then did Zhao Qingqing forcefully shake off his hand, "Chief of Staff Luo, your fiancée called you."
She was still angry.
Isn't it just that her fiancé is a little more handsome, rich and powerful? He thinks everyone has the same vision as hers.
Call her a vixen. Has she ever seen a vixen like her who doesn't wear makeup, doesn't expose her breasts, and doesn't show her back? She's so fresh and fresh?
Luo Jian glared at her, "Shut up!"
In the midst of the fire, is this girl trying to stoke the fire?
This time Zhao Qingqing was not afraid of him anymore, and his voice was louder than his, "I don't want to go to the army with you, let's not keep in touch from now on."
She didn't want things like today to happen again.
With that said, she turned around to leave and parted ways with him.
Luo Jian stretched out his hand to hold her and laughed, "Don't you always want to know about military life?"
The little girl hadn't seen her for more than two months and her temper was bad. I didn't feel it when we talked on the phone.
Zhao Qingqing felt a little itchy. Ever since she became obsessed with military marriage novels, she had always wanted to personally experience the life in the compound and the atmosphere in the army.
She paused, "But..."
But people really don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. Can you stop tempting people so shamelessly?
