Ten billion wealthy daughters

"Investigate the movements of the Lin family and Wu family in the United States and China, and report to me at any time."

After making such a decision, Qing'an felt tired and powerless throughout.

Myanmar is a closed system, and Qing'an knew it would be difficult for her to intervene, but the Wu family is very active in the United States, and many elders of the Lin family also have property there, so it is easier to get news from there.

She doesn't want to be hostile to anyone, but Anon has a different meaning to her, and can be regarded as as important as a family member; if someone wants to attack Anon, no matter whether it is intentional or Lin Yurui connives, she can't bear it.

Just why did it become like this?

Qing'an was in a trance for a moment, and her heart suddenly became panicked; she didn't want to think about it, didn't want to recall it, whether it was her previous life or the good memories of her life in Myanmar.

She is willing to seal up all the memories related to that person. As proud as she is, how can she tolerate betrayal, and how can she endure being let go under weighing the weight?

Don't think about it, don't take revenge, that's the best Qing'an can do; but brother Anong has to be implicated, which makes her extremely sensitive and angry.

Really sorry.

She took a deep breath, only to feel that the hand holding the phone trembled slightly and involuntarily; if she wanted to help Anon, she would inevitably receive a lot of information from Myanmar.

There are many pasts that she doesn't want to touch. She really doesn't want to admit that the sincerity under the Crescent Spring has flowed away like water; she doesn't want to believe that the fate of the two lives, he just let it go.

She doesn't cry or make trouble, she is graceful and decent, and even smiles brighter, in fact, it's because she wants to show him, right?

I'm better off without you.

But the more this happened, the more he cared?

Realizing this, Qing'an felt even more bitter and sad in her heart. Before she realized it, tears had already flowed down silently.

Some people say that the best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one.

Brother Anong is right, I want to be good.

I can no longer escape, falling in love is a very normal thing; I am Xia Qing'an, I used to always feel that I could not lose, in fact, if I lose, I lose, there is no shame in it.

Only by admitting that you have lost can you let go better, face the new world, and start sailing again with a smile.

I lost this relationship, not to Lin Yurui, nor to Wu Xiumei, but to myself.

You can hurt me, just because I love you, I lost to my efforts.

And from today onwards, you no longer have the right to hurt me.

In the night of France, after thinking clearly about her inner feelings, she finally fell asleep peacefully, and the hidden worry that had been hidden between her brows was slowly fading away.

And in the distant Myanmar, in Lin Yurui's study, the requiem incense was being lit, and the rich sandalwood lingered for a long time, and some subordinates were bending over slightly, reporting domestic affairs, large and small, to the Lin family's ruler.

Lin Yurui closed his eyes slightly. He seldom appeared in public recently, but there seemed to be a little more hostility between his brows. He only smiled when he heard that Anong was going to see Xia Yuankang.

When the officer reporting saw his expression, he couldn't help but tremble, and didn't dare to look any further. It seemed that General Lin Nong and Rui had conflicting news, and it was no longer a secret.

Now there are all kinds of rumors... No one wants to mention Anon in front of Rui.