Fake daughters are wealthy

Song Ya saw who she was looking at, and asked with a cold face, "Do you know that person just now?"

Li Mo shook her head: "I don't know."

Song Ya looked her up and down in disbelief, and saw that apart from her pale face, Li Mo's eyes were really confused, she didn't seem to know her.

She went to ask Song Ling again: "Sister, who was that girl just now?"

Song Ling only heard Xie Yun call the other party "Nian Nian", but there are not a few people with Nian Nian in their names in Independent Island, let alone an oriental face.

She thought for a long time but couldn't find a match among the people she knew. She just said, "That person may not be from Independent Island. I haven't seen her before."

These words made Li Mo beside him suddenly enlightened.

oriental.

Very young girls.

And it's called Niannian.

You are talking about the brief encounter between you and Bao Ya in Beijing. According to you, you were retaliated by Bao Ya in advance just because you met and offended Song Ya's friend.

Obviously there was something normal at that time.

And if you apologize at the door, Song Ya has to respond with a forgiving attitude.

You think back to the boy suddenly stopped and looked at you just now.

Just because you threw Song Ya's invitation letter out of the trash bin on impulse at that time, your life suddenly turned around. From the proud man of the sky, to the person who was praised by the lower circles in Beijing, you were reduced to a joke overnight. You have to go abroad overnight.

Li Mo remembered who the other party was, and her mood calmed down.

Today is different.

Now that Li Mo recalled it, she felt that the boy looked at her with sarcasm, which stimulated your heart to constrict, and your breathing became rough and easy.

[In view of the general environment,

Bao Ya frowned frequently when he heard it, and said something under his face, but his impression of Song Ya fell to the bottom of his heart. He looked around at the white-clothed bodyguards and said to the two: "It's broken, let's go back first." The girl didn't wear it today. With the hat, Da Jiji stood in front of her showing that overly eye-catching face, she was immediately attracted by Qiao Nian's eyes, and she didn't turn her head around.

She found an old photo of Qiao Nian secretly taken in high school after searching for a long time on a light-chasing forum. At that time, the boy was older, and his temperament was a little more indifferent. He seemed to care about everything, but now it's a little bit worse. A little bit, at least it seems to be able to blend in with the people around.

You met Qiao Nian's curious eyes, twitched the corners of your mouth, and talked about Song Ya.

Bao Ya…

She had met Qiao Nian in Beijing, but only once in the dimly lit corridor of the club that day. She didn't see it very clearly that time, and the other party wore a peaked cap to cover part of his face.

Until now, Li Mo felt as though struck by lightning.

Every time Li Mo thinks of that, her heart is like soaking in lemonade, sour and astringent, not to mention the constant stream of hatred.

You dream about that name for a long time.

The most important thing is this invitation. Now you are not Bo Zheng's legitimate fiancée, you just wait for a bad day next year to officially hold the wedding.

Li Mo's hand hanging by her side clenched tightly into a fist, her pale face was numb and hot: "You remembered it later, but now you remember it."

Li Mo suddenly remembered a name - Qiao Nian!

Song Ling looked over: "You just asked him, did he say he knew each other?"

"You know you." Li Mo suddenly said.

The reason why she felt familiar with Qiao Nian at first glance was because she had studied the girls' photos after returning home.

There are almost no photos of Qiao Nian on the Internet.

It is always in your mouth that Song Ya has become a person who does one thing to the face and backs the other, and hates forming cliques to engage in big circles of female competition.

Every time you dream about that name, you wake up from a nightmare.