Chapter 113: The Wooden Hairpin

The people who stand at the high point in this world rely on either brains, luck, or drops of water to wear through and refine into steel. Or both.

Of course, there is another kind of person, as long as he relies on his golden finger, it will be fine.

Qian Yihui always thought that he lived by his brain.

He's seen a lot of people.

the outwardly ostentatious, but the inwardly corrupt; rough on the outside, sincere on the inside; Justice is awe-inspiring on the outside, but black on the inside.

Actually, these are nothing.

In his opinion. In this world, those who rely on character may not be able to mix well.

Talent, IQ, EQ, personality, and character are the five things that have no side at all.

Qian Yihui is sometimes curious, what does he look like in the eyes of others?

People who have been in the world for a long time always have to keep some conscience.

So, he thought, he actually still has a conscience.

If Qian Yihui has been following his life and going on. He wouldn't think much about Zhou Wei, a woman.

In his opinion, this is a little woman who can't make any big waves.

Occasionally, he still felt a sense of guilt in his heart, hoping that she would do well. More often than not, he just thinks that there was a wonderful woman who was fascinated by him.

It's a very gratifying thing for vanity.

That's all.

But the things in this world are unimaginable!

Unexpectedly, he Qian Yihui was lying on the hospital bed inexplicably, unable to afford to be sick.

Unexpectedly, he Qian Yihui inexplicably turned into a small wooden hairpin and was thrown into a black world, unable to move.

In this world, he can only see Zhou Wei.

……

He couldn't describe what he saw.

It can only be said that this is a woman with a golden finger, far more powerful than she imagined.

Her world is far more exciting than anyone else in this world.

Indescribable feeling.

……

When Zhou Wei was about to leave, he burned the wooden hairpin.

That's a short period of time.

For Qian Yihui, it is like burning his soul.

Then, I woke up from a big dream. He woke up from his hospital bed.

For the rest of his life.

He can't forget this legend either.

It's just that he's a dirty harlequin.