An Yining thought it was funny.

Looking at An Yining's smile, He Jiandong felt dazzling, and sarcastically again: "An Yining, in the final analysis, you are no different from other women, not only vain but also hypocritical, and you are a slut throughout..."

She's vain? The first time she saw someone say that about her, did she want to say thank you?

"What's so good about Rong Shao? In addition to his good family background, what is he like me? He is idle all day long, not doing his job, and the women who play with him eat more salt than him, do you think that you will sit on the wife of a wealthy family with him, An Yining, don't be naïve. A playboy like Rong Shao is not suitable for you at all, so don't just look at his money and his appearance, you also have to look at his inside. ”

This time, An Yining laughed. She didn't know He Jiandong could say so much before, but now she finally saw it.

"Okay, since you said so, then please answer my question seriously."

An Yining's stern sù, He Jiandong nodded reluctantly.

"Excuse me, are you a graduate of Tsinghua University, Peking University, or a key university?"

"I'm a graduate of City A Academy, and you don't know it." Two books for ordinary colleges.

"Okay, then are you a party member?"

He Jiandong shook his head.

"Have you done charity?"

He Jiandong continued to shake his head, impatiently speaking: "An Yining, don't talk about these things that you don't have." ”

What does this have to do with her love of vanity? Could it be that Rong Shao is all? He didn't believe it, and even if it was, it was a lot of money.

"He Jiandong, if you don't have the ability, don't blame us women for reality."

If you don't have money to compare money with others, it's not self-sufficient, and when you have no money and no connotation, you still compare with others, which is self-inflicted.

Perhaps, Rong Zheng is not excellent, but it is also an indisputable fact that people are rich.

"An Yining, you vain and hypocritical woman."

Seeing An Yining's back walking out of the café without looking back with his bag and his head, He Jiandong ran out angrily and yelled, regardless of whether An Yining heard it or not.

*

When night falls, the lights come on and the nightlife begins.

The hustle and bustle of nightclubs, beautiful women and handsome guys indulge to their heart's content, hypocritical, and act on the spot, just for a moment of pleasure.

He Jiandong drank wine with a sad face.

If you don't have the ability, don't blame us women for being realistic, this sentence has been circling in his head. He Jiandong was angry, and no matter how strong the wine was, it couldn't calm the fire in his chest.

When he was drunk, He Jiandong walked out of the bar and walked along the greenery.

The lights were far away from him, and he was tired of walking and sat on the chaise longue on the side of the road without any image.

At this time, a dazzling headlight came over, and he subconsciously blocked it.

"I didn't expect to run into you here." Ling Lu stepped on high heels and got out of the car, looking at He Jiandong condescendingly.

Ling Lu was sarcastic in his heart, his parents were still at the police station, and he was still in the mood to get drunk. It seems that An Yining, a woman, is really capable of tossing men.

"Miss Ling, we've met so much." He Jiandong coughed and opened his mouth intermittently.

At this time, he was in a bad mood, and seeing people about An Yining made him feel unhappy.

Ling Lu smiled, "Mr. He, how can we be regarded as acquaintances." Just because you and Ning Ning can't get married doesn't mean we can't be friends, and if Mr. He doesn't want to cooperate with our Ling family, I don't mind. ”

He Jiandong was slightly sober, even if he was angry, he couldn't bear to have a seizure at this time. Because the expansion of new fields requires the support of Ling Lu. At present, the company advances the budget in advance, plus the expansion of the business, which requires capital turnover, so he endures this anger.

"I'm in a bad mood, and as for why, you should know, so, you don't have to mind."

Listening to the insincere explanation, Ling Lu didn't care, and said, "Maybe I can help with my aunt's affairs, but I have the conditions." ”

*

Post-trailer tidbits (ahem, imagine for yourselves)

Fan Zixu, a well-known psychiatrist in China, was tricked by Rong Shao and turned into Qin Mo's emotional consultant and gynecologist.

Looking at the patient on the bed, a clean face with a slight paleness, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel weak.

The sharp tip of the needle pierced the blood vessels, and the person in the bed woke up in pain.

"Dr. Fan."

Fan Zixu gave her a reassuring smile and said, "You have a fever, but it's okay, trust me." ”

Although he is a psychiatrist, it doesn't mean that he can't take injections and prescribe drugs, right?

"Thank you." An Yining raised a weak smile, but her face was tired.

After hanging up the hanging bottle, Fan Zixu instructed her to pay some attention, and then went out of the room.

When the door was closed, Fan Zixu couldn't help but sigh.

Brother Jiu is such a gentleman, but he didn't expect to be so rude to launch a madness, grandma's.

In the living room, there was no vacancy, Fan Zixu glanced at it, and finally his eyes fell on Qin Mo's body. That look: If you are jealous, you will be jealous, what kind of nerves will make people toss half dead? What is the mouth for?

Damn, he hasn't had to sleep until yesterday.

"Zixu, how's the situation? Does it matter? ”

The first to speak was Old Man Qin, who was holding a cane with a worried look on his face. Then he looked at Qin Mo viciously and scolded angrily: "Why did the Qin family produce such a beast as you." ”

I want to hug my grandson, but I don't want you to be like this, and I'm ashamed to die.

Looking at the old man, Fan Zixu spoke: "The high fever does not go away." ”

The old man's face tightened, and he threw the crutches out, glaring at Qin Mo with an angry face.

Listening to Fan Zixu's words, Qin Mo frowned and raised his eyes to look at Fan Zixu.

Fan Zixu rolled his eyes: "I didn't know tenderness when I did it, what's the use of looking at me now?"

Qin Mo interrupted him, his eyes lit up: "She, is she okay?" ”

"Okay?" Fan Zixu's tone rose, and his tone was slightly cold: "The first time she was forcibly made to thirty-nine degrees eight, do you think she can be good?" ”

Fan Zixu saw Qin Mo frowning, which made him feel that Qin Mo was repenting.

Wow, Qin Mo stood up: "Cure her for me." ”

Fan Zixu looked at the sky speechlessly, big brother, I am a psychiatrist, not a gynecologist, and I really think that my brother is omnipotent, right?