The diary was found in a small box, and after reading it, Qiao Wei finally understood the meaning of Yue Lingxi's words.

We all yearn for the good, so we run hard, they run to the finish line, and I just want to keep up with you.

Eighteen-year-old Ji Chen deserves all the beautiful words in this world, but eighteen-year-old Qiao Wei is humble to the bone because of family reasons, two parallel lines, but because of her persistence, they finally intersect, but the result is that he is extremely disgusted with her.

The moment she closed the diary, Qiao Wei's mood was very complicated, she couldn't say the bitterness and discomfort in her heart, she couldn't empathize, but she could taste a salty bitterness between the lines.

The door to the room was pushed open without warning.

"Knocking on the door is the most basic courtesy, and the kindergarten children know it. She didn't look at him, but quietly put the journal in the box with her back to him.

How dare this woman mock him?

"Did you do a good job yesterday?"

His Xingshi asked for guilt, and in her expectation, she turned around slowly, she clasped her arms with both hands, tilted her head, and said lightly: "Didn't you do a good thing yesterday?"

His handsome face darkened to the end: "Pretending to be crazy and stupid, huh?"

He couldn't figure out why, since yesterday, Qiao Wei has been like a different person, and her style of doing things is becoming more and more unreasonable, before the change, she would not threaten him to cooperate with her, but would only lower her posture and beg him.

It is even more so that he has taken such a tough attitude against reporters.

She looked at him in confusion, looking very innocent.

He couldn't help but curse, and took a few steps forward to grab her wrist.

"Do you want me to show you the surveillance footage from the garage?"

She lowered her eyes, was silent for a while, turned and took a fruit knife from the bedside table and handed it to him.

"Here you go. She said calmly.

He frowned slightly, looking at her as if he were looking at a fool.

"You go poke my wheels. She tugged at the corners of her mouth indifferently.

He almost laughed at her, is this woman crazy in her head? Who would be as childish and boring as she is? And give him a fruit knife to pierce the wheel?

"You think I'm like you, huh?"

"I gave you a chance, don't poke and pull down. She gave him a blank look, threw the fruit knife in her hand, and shook it off.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and he felt that he couldn't breathe, this woman was really capable.

"Isn't Mr. Ji going to find your little girlfriend tonight?" she asked with a slight frown.

He squinted, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

"Mrs. Ji wants me to find another woman?"

In the past, Qiao Wei was as difficult as kraft candy, knowing that Ji Chen didn't go home because she was with other women, but she could go crazy and look for him all over the city.

"I hope you won't go?" she curled the corners of her mouth with a smirk.

She is not Qiao Wei, so naturally she will not be jealous and crazy for him.

With a contemptuous sneer, his answer was obvious.

"Actually, I don't love you that much. She sighed as if she had a feeling.

"Do vain women know what love is?" he snorted coldly.

"That's right. She nodded in agreement, turned around and picked up the lipstick on the counter, wiped it on her lips against the phone screen, swiped it lightly, and swayed in front of him.

A look of disgust crossed his eyes, and he leaned back subconsciously.

"If you don't go to your Internet celebrity little girlfriend, then I'll find my little fresh meat. She whispered disapprovingly into his ear.

The ambiguous tone is like a sultry spring breeze.

Smiling at him, she staggered away.

This time, the two seem to have reversed roles.

At the same time, in a plastic surgery hospital in South Korea.

"Sister Man, do you really want to do this?" In the corner of the hospital corridor, Jiang Xianlin frowned tightly and looked at the woman in front of him with a tangled expression.

The person this woman was called Sister Man was her agent this year.

Sister Man frowned slightly, and there was a little displeasure on her well-maintained face, and she shook off her hand as she spoke.

"Of course you have to do this, didn't you think about it when you came to Korea?"

"But I ......," Jiang Xianlin hesitantly bit his lip.

"You debuted at the same time as Qiao Wei, and you are still good friends, you are not only a first-line celebrity now, but also the wife of President Shengguang, and you are still a second-tier who is not distempered, don't you want to win her?"

Sister Man's words were like spikes, rooted in Jiang Xianlin's heart.

Win, why doesn't she want to? She is obviously better than Qiao Wei, why does she live so wanton and chic, but she has to please others everywhere to act? Why can she marry Ji Chen, but she can't?

Seeing that Jiang Xianlin was showing signs of loosening, Sister Man hooked the corners of her mouth, reached out and patted her shoulder, and said earnestly: "Qiao Wei's face has already been cut by a thousand cuts, she can do it, why can't you? And it's all for yourself." ”

"Okay, Sister Man, I'll listen to you. Jiang Xianlin gritted his teeth and looked at Sister Man firmly.

She must compare Qiao Wei to her.

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