However, a big hand took her hand and clasped her fingers tightly without any squirming.
My heart immediately relaxed, and the countless pairs of eyes were no longer so scary.
"I bet that Miss Yan must be the most beautiful girl in the history of Harvard. Donglin, don't you think so?"
"Haha, Zhou Ting, you are obviously trying to put money on my face."
"This is not a piece of gold, Miss Yan is a piece of gold. Dong Lin, you are really discerning.
Zhou Ting said meaningfully: "As we all know, Donglin, after you fell in love with Miss Yan, you not only alienated your old circle of friends, but also tried every means to get Miss Yan to go to Harvard. Is this the legendary invincibility of true love?"
"That's because you are smart."
The crowd immediately started cheering and applauded.
"I didn't expect that the Third Young Master really loves beauty but not the country..."
"With such a beauty, the country doesn't matter anymore..."
"You two are really talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven. When you get married, please remember to buy us a drink..."
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As Liu Daqing said, "When others ask me, should I say that my daughter-in-law is a small business owner, or should I say that my daughter-in-law graduated from Harvard?"
Never think that older people are worldly - they are worldly because they have seen through the world.
Aren't all the people in the world just as vulgar as the others?
Everyone says that a woman's diploma is not important. However, if a grassroots woman carries the aura of "Harvard", people will no longer look at you like a "gold nugget" girl.
All eyes were on the two of them, and Huang Xiaojue also looked at Yan Xixi.
But when I saw her holding Wang Donglin's hand, she was generous and did not show any shyness... Because she was so beautiful, even the slightest uneasiness made people feel elegant and gentle.
This is different - completely different from what I used to do.
In the past, she was always worried about meeting Wang Xiaohao or other men.
But now, she is not afraid of anything.
Because, she had no doubt that if Wang Xiaohao spoke rudely to anyone again, the foot-picking man would punch his nose.
Occasionally, she raised her head slightly and looked at Wang Donglin. When their eyes met, his face was full of smiles... Even a fool could see the deep affection between the two.
That's it for Wang Donglin, but, take a closer look, take a look at her - she also has that kind of look, a look of dependence, trust, and even admiration, just like the look she had when she was clinging to him, not too intimate, but invisible
The intimacy, distance, and degree between them are all just right...
Huang Xiaojue couldn't believe it.
This was the first time he saw her like this.
No matter how Wang Donglin boasted about himself in the past, or how he showed his injured palm... he actually didn't believe it, and firmly believed that it was just Wang Donglin's own passion, and at worst, it was just relying on wealth to make Xixi temporarily compromise.
Turns out, it's not.
Wang Donglin is not sentimental.
No matter how sad she is, it can't compare to this moment: even if we break up, even if we say farewell, it can't compare to seeing her fall in love with another man's eyes.
She even didn't pay much attention to him, Huang Xiaojue, as if he was an insignificant person at all.
How is that possible?
How could Xixi really fall in love with Wang Donglin?
Huang Xiaojue suddenly felt as if all the air around him had been sucked out, suffocating him uncomfortably.
However, he didn't want to lose his composure on such an occasion, so he just stood up and excused himself to go to the bathroom.
