"An 'an, you're back so soon?
Tell me, what's the attitude of the Luo family elders?
"Zhang Xiuzhu is most concerned about her daughter's relationship with Luo Beiyuan, so she is eager to know something.
"His parents are very good to me. Mom, dad broke up with Qin rourourou. Do you know?"
Joanne asked in a hurry.
Zhang Xiuzhu showed a disgusted expression: "it's hard for me not to know. Your father was drunk last night and came to me. I let him sleep on the floor all night. I don't know when he left in the morning. This kind of old bastard should let him suffer a little."
Joanne was stunned after hearing this. Suddenly, she covered her mouth and laughed: "Mom, you and dad, it's a turn of fortune."
"Of course, I took him too seriously at the beginning, and he despised me. Now, I have a happy life. He sticks to me and wants me to forgive him. No way."
Zhang Xiuzhu has completely figured it out. Men are not the only important thing in life. She can also live her own happy life.
"Mom, let me show you something."
Joanne took out her mobile phone and gave Zhang Xiuzhu the recording.
"Serves you right."
Zhang Xiuzhu scolded angrily: "your father asked for it. Who let him be fascinated by Qin rourourou and lose his mind? He drove out his own daughter to raise other people's sons. Oh, it's funny."
Joanne also felt that her father was too confused about this matter, but at this point, she could only accept such a result.
"Mom, dad's company will get better. He must not have a good time now."
Joanne whispered.
"What?
You still pity him?
Don't forget how he connived at Qin rourourou to drive us out.
"Zhang Xiuzhu was dissatisfied when she saw her daughter's expression.
"I won't forget. Dad's mistakes can't be forgiven, but … he's still my dad. I can't really watch him die from anger."
"Joanne sighed helplessly.
"If you want to take care of it, I'll ignore him."
Zhang Xiuzhu continued to stand up and dance with the people on TV.
Joanne looked at her mother's happy face and couldn't help sighing. If her mother had let go of her attachment to her father earlier, would their marriage have been better?
Loving a person is like holding a handful of sand. The harder you use, the faster the sand leaks. The study of marriage also pays attention to the balance between tension and relaxation. It seems that she has to study it well. After all, she will have her own marriage.
The next morning, after the heavy rain in the middle of the night, the weather was even clearer. There were no clouds in the sky, and only the warm sunlight shone on the earth.
Cheng Qingqing shoots the endorsement advertisement during the day, talks about the new script with Li Se Cha, and makes an appointment for the shooting of the magazine in the next few days. She used to be idle, but now she is busy, just like turning weight, without stopping.
In the evening, Cheng Qingqing had to go home early. She didn't even go to the hospital, because Li Qingyan said that she would take her to a party tonight, and she went there as Mrs. Li.
Mrs. Li! This strange identity makes Cheng Qingqing's heart numb. She pinches her fingers and looks out of the window with beautiful eyes. I don't know why. She seems to be looking forward to meeting Li Qingyan.
Cheng Qingqing laughs at herself. She must be too short of love. She has no father's Zhao Li since she was a child. Her sense of dependence on men is stronger than that of girls of the same age. Li Qingyan is also much older than her. His care makes Cheng Qingqing gradually infatuated.
When the cell phone rings, Cheng Qingqing sees that it's Li Qingyan who calls her. She answers with a smile.
"Have you seen the dress I sent?
Put it on and come downstairs right away. I'll wait for you in the car.
"Li Qingyan's voice doesn't sound hot, just like passing on orders.
Cheng Qingqing saw the rose red dress on the bed. It was red and passionate. The design was original. The shoulder strap on one side completely released her beautiful collarbone, white skin and slender figure. Cheng Qingqing found that after she put it on, she was not like herself. She had a noble temperament.
In order to match this warm fiery red, Cheng Qingqing also put on a slightly thick makeup for herself. Thick makeup can cover up inferiority, make herself more confident, and make others unable to see her true face, which will have a psychological comforting effect.
Cheng Qingqing took a deep breath, put on a pair of good high-heeled shoes, took a bright handbag, and put a lipstick in. Then, she found that there was a delicate small wallet in it. There were two cards in the bag, one of which was a black card, and some change.
Cheng Qingqing's breath is sluggish. Li Qingyan is so thoughtful. It's hard for such a man not to let women love him deeply. I don't know if he is as careful and considerate as his boyfriend.
Thinking of this, Cheng Qingqing found that she was sour. She wanted to see what the other half loved by Li Qingyan looked like. What kind of encounter did they have? When did it start? How close was their relationship? Is their relationship not known to me?
With a heart full of questions, Cheng Qingqing went downstairs and walked step by step to the black car.
Cheng Qingqing is tall, one meter six or seven. She is used to wearing high heels. When she walks, she has the confidence and elegance of a woman. She carries the skirt on the ground in both hands. When the dusk is about to end, Chuchu moves to Li Qingyan.
Li Qingyan is sitting in the car, turning a ring that has just been worn on the ring finger. He is not used to it. Looking through the window, he sees Cheng Qingqing coming this way. Her bright and moving appearance, like the last sunset behind her, is so beautiful that her heart beats faster.
Li Qingyan narrowed his eyes. There was no wave on his calm and handsome face, but his heart lake seemed to blow a gust of wind and set off waves.
Cheng Qingqing came over, and uncle Gu quickly opened the door for her and said with a smile, "Mrs. Gu, sir, I wish you a pleasant evening."
Cheng Qingqing sat in, a strong smell of perfume, let Li Qing extend his hand to the end of his nose, disgusted to look at her: "you spray perfume?"
Cheng Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded honestly: "yes, women go to banquets, don't they all spray perfume?"
"It's perfume, but it's not your cheap pungent perfume."
Li Qingyan sneered.
"Ah?"
Cheng Qingqing quickly put his wrist to his nose and sniffed it, and immediately followed him: "it's really too strong, but it's my most expensive bottle of perfume. What can I do?
I'll go down and wash it. "
"There's no time. Let's go first."
Li Qingyan grabbed her arm and didn't let her get off the car.
Cheng Qingqing's pretty face is burning with embarrassment. God, it's so shameful. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have sprayed that perfume. Now in this narrow space, the perfume smell is even more fermented. It's so strong that people can't breathe. Cheng Qingqing is about to die. She quickly reaches out to open the window to breathe. She cries loudly in her heart. It's over. Li Qingyan dislikes her. Now, I'm afraid I'll anger him.
Li Qingyan put his hand down from the end of his nose. Next second, he took her left hand and put a big shiny diamond ring on her ring finger.
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