Why does she feel that Ye Wanwan is still the winner?
"Master Jian, please clarify our relationship, so that your suitor, Miss Qiao, will not misunderstand." Ye Wanwan reminded Jian Zhipei seriously.
Qiao Xuemei still felt that something was wrong. Before she could figure it out, Ye Wanwan walked into the elevator and left.
Qiao Xuemei looked up and saw Jian Zhipei staring in the direction of the elevator, with thoughts in his eyes.
"What an uneducated person." Qiao Xuemei could only snort angrily.
Ye Wanwan took a taxi home, feeling the evening wind blowing. Her mind was a little empty and she didn't know what she was thinking.
What Jian Zhipei said about not liking it must be true!
she thought.
At this moment, Ye Wanwan's cell phone rang with a text message. She picked it up and opened it, and an angry curse came into view.
"Smelly girl."
Ye Wanwan suddenly opened her red lips slightly, "Damn, Jian Zhipei sent a message to scold her!"
"Mr. Jian, pay attention to your noble character." Ye Wanwan said back to him.
"You are a heartless person." Jian Zhipei sent another message.
"You are right, I am a heartless person. Mr. Jian has seen through me. Don't interact with people like me in the future." Ye Wanwan gave up on herself and did not want to save her image.
"Is it equivalent to being a fool if I like you?" Jian Zhipei asked her.
At this moment, in a car going back to the villa, Qiao Xuemei was looking at the scenery outside the window, while the man next to her was staring at his phone and sending messages. From time to time, he would twitch the corners of his mouth and have long, well-jointed fingers. He was obviously not good at sending messages.
Qiao Xuemei turned her head and noticed that the corners of his mouth were raised. She asked curiously, "Brother Jian, who are you texting with?"
"Friend." Jian Zhipei started.
Qiao Xuemei found that his brows were happy, as if chatting with this friend through text messages made him very happy.
"Which friend?" she asked boldly again.
"You don't know him." After Jian Zhipei finished speaking, he saw something funny again, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Ye Wanwan’s message, “I said the wrong thing today, please forgive me.”
Ye Wanwan is in the taxi at the moment. No matter how beautiful the sunset outside the window is, she has no intention of looking at it. Instead, her heartstrings are constantly being tightened by an emotion, and she is looking forward to the sound of the message again and again.
What's going on? She was having such a lively text message chat with Jian Zhipei?
"No more chatting, I'm home." Ye Wanwan said and put the phone in his bag.
But not long after, she heard the sound of a message, and she accidentally opened her bag, took out her phone, and clicked on the message.
"Being liked is not a bad thing, at least please feel honored."
Ye Wanwan's guard was a little broken. What did this man mean? Did he like her?
We couldn't discuss this topic any further, so Ye Wanwan said, "I'm home."
The man on the other end didn't reply to the message anymore. Ye Wanwan paid and got out of the car. As she was looking down at her phone to go home, she was suddenly stopped by someone.
