"No matter how damn competitive I am, why am I wasting my time fighting for a woman I don't like? How am I going to offend a big client because of you?"
"I admit, I am a bit of a male chauvinist. Who the hell coined this word? Men want to give their women a good life, want their women to have enough food and clothing, and not to suffer injustice outside. This becomes male chauvinism.
Yes? To put it this way, this word is a complimentary word, right?"
Han Li???
I don't know what he is talking about.
"What I mean is, if I had known that this word was a derogatory term, then why would I have worked hard for a career? What else would I have thought about? Wait until my career is successful, and then I can start over with you."
After saying that, he became a little more serious: "I don't look down on your work, it's just because you are so good, so I, who had nothing at that time, wanted to make achievements and start over with you, otherwise I wouldn't be with you at that time.
What’s different about me on the construction site before?”
This is Zhao Tingxing's true words. He has realized his inner feelings a long time ago. He did not come to pester her because she was unwilling to reconcile with someone else. When he went bankrupt, she secretly gave Zhao money to tide over the difficulties.
, when he secretly wanted to sell his house to help him, he realized what he was feeling.
It was precisely because she recognized it that it became even more difficult to accept it, so she worked hard to make a comeback so that she could pursue her.
Han Li hit the nail on the head: "These are your self-esteem. Your inferiority is dominant. Your self-esteem is more important than love. Your self-esteem is more important than me. You can reject me again and again regardless of my mood." "And you are successful now.
Well, what if it doesn’t succeed? What if the business fails? Just keep asking me for nothing? All your actions are based on the fact that you have money. Money gives you confidence, and money gives you the ability to love."
This was the first time that the two of them had separated their thoughts and broken down their communication. Zhao Tingxing was not as good as Han Li in terms of eloquence, nor was he as good as Han Li in terms of emotional intelligence, so he was a little confused, but Han Li was the most sober.
In the end, Zhao Tingxing had to say: "Then let time prove it. You are tired now and want to experience a new life. I support you to go, but you remember to come back."
After saying that, he reached out and opened the cab door for her, turned around and left.
His confidence is probably based on his childhood acquaintance, the existence of Han Zhaoyi, and the existence of relatives.
Han Li drove all the way home, and it was fake that his mood was not affected. Besides Zhao Tingxing, this project that he had been following for so long had also become obsolete.
After sitting in the car for a while, I went upstairs.
Today, Jiang Mu helped her pick up Han Zhaoyi from the kindergarten. When she pushed the door in, she saw Jiang Mu and Han Zhaoyi, one large and one young, sitting across from the study table. There was a row of various car models on the study table. Jiang Mu was standing there
He was very serious about talking to Han Zhaoyi about cars.
Han Zhaoyi listened carefully and pointed to one of the cars: "I like this car the most. When I grow up and make money, I will buy this car for my mother."
"Okay, Uncle Jiang will work with you to buy it for mom."
"You contribute half, I contribute half, and Zhao Tingxing also contributes half." In Han Zhaoyi's heart, everyone is a family.
Jiang Muxiao: "Maybe you don't need that many."
"Then let mom buy it herself, she is very rich."
The sound of the two people chatting intermittently came slowly. Han Li stood at the door and heard it. No matter how hard he endured outside, it was all worth it.
Jiang Mu first noticed that she had returned home, smiled at her, and pointed at Han Zhaoyi who was lowering his head to assemble.
At this time, Han Zhaoyi also raised his head and saw her. He called out to his mother and ran over to hug her. Then he pulled her to the edge of the table and said, "Mom, which one do you like?"
He looked at Han Li expectantly, hoping that what she said she liked was what he said he liked just now.
Han Li didn't know which car he liked, because his preferences were changeable, so he pointed at one of the cars, which was the brand represented by Jiang Mu.