Chasing Love 72 Styles

"Sorry, I don't have such a hobby." She struggled, "If Xinlan sees it, it will be misunderstood."

"Your sweetheart?"

Qing Dongnan finally let go of her.

Jiang Huai just hummed casually as a response.

"Don't you like Jiang Huai?" Qing Dongnan was a little surprised.

"Jiang Huai is just an ideal money, and she doesn't know where she has been all these years, so she can't find it, so let's forget it."

Only by putting aside the relationship with "Jiang Huai", can this "Jiang Huai" of himself be turned around and not be seen through by Qing Dongnan.She pretended to be ignorant of the current situation of "Jiang Huai".

"If Mr. Qing is okay, I'm going to rest." I didn't want to stay with this person in front of me for a minute, afraid that I would lose control and tear him apart.

"Why won't you cooperate with me?"

He asked again, still unwilling.

"It's not that we don't want to cooperate with you, it's just that there are so many people, we have to carefully screen them. After all, these devices have been devoted to the efforts of our entire team. Be careful, it must be right."

The slap in the face was already hard enough tonight, and she was afraid that Qing Dongnan would be really annoyed if she said something ugly, so she finally chose to answer conservatively.

Qing Dongnan nodded, "I hope Mr. Jiang's final choice will be us."

Jiang Huai didn't sleep in the clubhouse. After Qing Dongnan left, she went back to the crappy room she rented when she was picking up junk, which was barely sheltered from the wind and rain.The house was crumbling, and a pillar was broken by the typhoon, and it might collapse sooner or later.No one believed that she had stayed here for at least half a year without going out.

The next day, instead of going to the company, she carried a tattered bag to the trash can.

Before walking a few steps, a luxury car stopped in front of him.In the car, Qingdongnan got out.

Seeing Qing Dongnan, Jiang Huai shrank his neck, and he was already in front of him.He grabbed her chin and lifted her face up.

In front of him was a face almost identical to Jiang Huai's, except that the mole on the side of the face was gone.Although the similarity is high, the owner of this face is embarrassed and shrunken, and the fear in his eyes is obvious, not at all like Jiang Huai's rebellious, lofty, fearless face when he saw people.

The body of the woman in front of him was even more messy, and there was a strange smell wafting out from time to time. She was clearly a person from two worlds with Jiang Huai, a clean and elegant young man.

"I didn't find a man..."

When she spoke, her voice was trembling, and she was about to cry.Apparently, remembering his warning from that day.

After all, Qing Dongnan lost interest in her, but he still looked down at her hands. Some messy things had been done to her hands, and they were dyed in various colors, making it impossible to see at all.The skin was even more wrinkled, and some places were broken, and the nails were filled with black soil, which made people sick.

Jiang Huai's hands are very beautiful, clean, without any impurities.

He intentionally pushed, and Jiang Huai fell down limply.He remembered that Jiang Huai had some kung fu.

So, really just like.

"go!"

He turned around and went back to the car.

It wasn't until the car drove away that Jiang Huai breathed out slowly.Fortunately, she had long expected that an ID card would not be enough to convince Qing Dongnan, so she deliberately soaked her hands in hydrogen peroxide for most of the night, painted a lot of paint on them, and made herself extremely messy and dirty, so she could get away with it .

"Wow, it's really Jiang Huai." Just as she was thinking, she was kicked unexpectedly, "It turns out that He Meizi and Yu Fangfang are not lying!"

The man took the photos in Moments on the mobile phone and compared them exaggeratedly in front of her. The photos in it were all taken by the two women who met him on Phoenix Avenue.It turned out that their names were He Meizi and Yu Fangfang.

Only then did Jiang Huai remember that although the two of them used to be in the same class as her, every time they saw her, they would call out to her, sister Jiang, for fear that she would die of fear.

Behind that person, a few more men and women followed, they were the defeated underlings who had picked on her before and were beaten down by her.At this time, they surrounded her, laughing and screaming like they were watching a novel animal, throwing bottles at her one after another.

"Aren't you picking up trash? Hurry up and pick it up."