Sikong Jing felt very uncomfortable, blinked her eyes, and realized that she had forgotten to breathe under nervousness just now.

She subconsciously pressed her heart comfortably with her hand to make herself feel better.

didn't know that one of his unconscious actions completely fell into the eyes of another man.

It's Han Xiao!

It's really Han Xiao.

Her former best friend, her high school classmate, had agreed to go to the same college.

She cherishes this friendship very much, Han Xiao is a very gentle person, and she never looks at people with colored glasses.

When no one in the class was willing to be at the same table with her, it was Han Xiao, the school grass, who broke through the eyes of countless people and took the initiative to be at the same table with her.

When she couldn't even eat leftovers at home, it was Han Xiao who gave her her lunch.

The three years of high school were the happy times in her previous life.

She once regarded Han Xiao as the salvation in her life, but later she knew that Han Xiao was not.

Nie Wei said that she was not worthy of being friends with Han Xiao, and Nie Wei said that Han Xiao's family runs a film and television company, and he himself is a gold medal producer and a well-known director, and she is a match made in heaven.

Han Xiao made her see the light, feel hopeful, and struggled to climb out of the abyss and make herself qualified to be friends with him like a normal person.

But the final result was pushed into the abyss by his own hands.

The taste of tasting hope and being pushed into the abyss is far more unforgettable than never knowing.

But even so, Han Xiao is still her best friend.

Sikong Jing showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, with an outstanding temperament, and a girl with a perfect figure standing in the light with hazy eyes in her eyes, which made passers-by stop in their tracks.

"Ah Jing, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Ying was very uncomfortable with the eyes of passers-by, although it was not her at all.

She really admires Ah Jing now, she was stared at by so many pairs of strange eyes, and she didn't put it in her eyes as if she didn't notice it at all.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Sikong Jing shook his head, retracting his gaze and taking in the heavy sadness and loneliness on his body. The thick curly eyelashes blinked gently, and in the blink of an eye, she was no longer the powerless Sikong Jing who fought against fate but was crushed.

"We go to the food court, and the most important thing now is to make money." Relying on others is never as important as what you have earned through hard work.

"Huh? Oh! Zhou Ying followed behind in a daze, and even forgot about the suggestion just now that she wanted to go to the Lan Ruo Chunyang bar diagonally opposite to say hello.

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Han Xiao, who was sitting in the café, raised his wrist again and looked at the time, his face became more and more ugly.

"I'm sorry! I'm late. Nie Wei hurried over, and showed an apologetic smile to Han Xiao.

"I'm sorry Han Xiao, I've kept you waiting!"

Although she only treats Han Xiao as a spare tire, if she wants to become a big star in the future, she can't do without the resources of the Han family.

Nie Wei stroked her black and shiny hair with her hand, her temperament was gentle and generous, and she didn't care about Han Xiao's ugly face at all.

Speaking of which, she also has to thank Sikong Jing, without her, she would not be able to catch Han Xiao's line.

She has always raised Sikong Jing as a dog, but she didn't expect that she would be able to hook up with a proud son like Han Xiao.

As long as she thinks of Han Xiao's means of calling for wind and rain in the entertainment industry in the future, she sincerely wants to thank that idiot.

Hum! I thought I could escape from the palm of her hand, but I didn't know that I had already given her the biggest chips with both hands.

Han Xiao has been raised since she was a child, although she was very impatient to wait, but in the face of Nie Wei's beautiful smile, she still put away all her anger.

"Why is it so late?"

"I ......" Nie Wei hesitated for a moment, considering whether to tell him that Sikong Jing was not married to Zhou Wenbin.

Now that Han Xiao has been quiet to Sikong like ashes, if she knows about it in the future, will she be blamed for hiding it today?

After thinking about it for just a second, Nie Wei decided to say it now, taking the initiative into her own hands.