Chapter Twenty-Seven: True and False Daughters (5)

"Don't worry about other people's business." Fake Ye Yaxi yelled at her, and made an arrogant appearance, pretending that nothing had happened.

Fake Ye Yaxi stood on the balcony, with anger and tears in her eyes, clenching her hands, her memory of her father's gambling, scolding and being forced to hide from debts everywhere, even the life of ordinary people.

's father used her to pay off her debts, and was played with by Lu Ye as a dog, surviving in humiliation, there is no He Xinyi in this world, she is Ye Yaxi, the daughter of the Ye family.

The poor man becomes a hateful person, and in the final analysis, he cannot see himself and look down on himself. Loss of self-esteem, loss of self-confidence, and loss of self-improvement.

It has become only blindly taking, only wanting to get, becoming insatiable, hateful and helpless.........

Qin Jie came to the balcony and put on a coat for her: "Why are you crying?" ”

"Eyes into the sand, only you care about me in this world."

"Silly, don't you still have a grandfather." Qin Jie hugged the fake Ye Yaxi into his arms.

An Yao didn't understand why she was so angry if she wanted to help the fake Ye Yaxi.

"What's the fuss?"

Xue Qianyi appeared in front of her and shook her hand, the banquet was over, everyone was almost gone, and after Ye Yaxi appeared, she didn't have the feeling of childhood at all.

I was sure that he liked An Yao, and he only had a heartfelt feeling for her, and after contact, he found that she was more and more interesting.

"It seems that Ye Yaxi doesn't like me very much."

"I thought you were Grandpa Mao, and everyone liked you." Xue Qianyi tapped her on the head.

Today is a meaningful day for Xue Qianyi, his debut album is a big hit, the heroine of the album is An Yao, he nervously confessed: "I... Like you. ”

"You like me? I'm not Grandpa Mao. ”

An Yao blurted out, and suddenly reacted: "You... You..."

In the night sky, flowers were placed on both sides, Xue Qianyi stared at her quietly, leaned down and slowly approached her......

Xue Chenhe just walked out, jealous.........

"I'm sorry, Xue Qianyi, I already have someone I like."

Xue Qianyi was not completely dead, he forced a smile: "Can you tell me, who is the person you like?" ”

"Yes......" An Yao raised her head and saw Xue Chenhe's distant back, and chased after him...

"Fair play, I lost..."

An Yao walked alone on the road and scolded Xue Chenhe: "Stinky Xue Chenhe, I said that I would be her dance partner, leave her and drive away." ”

Xue Qianyi's car stopped next to it: "Send you home, although the person you like is not me, it's always okay to continue to be friends!" ”

Xue Chenhe's Maybach drove back again, he stopped on the side of the road, and saw An Yao getting into Xue Qianyi's car: "Stupid woman, you don't need to worry about her at all." ”

"The person you like is my brother?"

"It's the fool who likes him." An Yao was very angry when she mentioned Xue Chenhe. Find and make excuses: "The person I like is Grandpa Mao." ”

Today I got on a par with Grandpa Mao, Grandpa Mao thought, he doesn't know them, why do you keep mentioning him?

Xue Qianyi's depressed mood was amused by her words.

When An Yao came home, she was in a very unhappy mood, she said that she would take her to the banquet, threw her down, flipped out Xue Chenhe's photo on her mobile phone, downloaded a PS retouching software, and painted him a pig's head and face, making him narcissistic, he wanted to see if this photo would be angry.

Hahahaha... Imagine what he looks like when he sees the picture, and his mood is much happier.

"Dear, one moment to be angry, another moment to giggle, you won't be sick!" Meng Yifei sat at the computer and stared at her worriedly.

What was she doing? The IQ of a woman in love is zero, and if she is not in love yet, it will be like this, no matter how low the love is, there is still room for decline.

"An Yao will have dinner together tomorrow and accompany me to meet my boyfriend." Meng Yifei lowered his head shyly.