"Most of the rich men are old men." Han Jing'er stuck out her tongue and said.

"No." Yi Xiaoyan retorted: "Vice President Mi of your company is not old. He is only 39 years old. He is tall, handsome and very charming."

"The second generation of rich people generally don't age, okay?" Han Jing'er said, "The old ones are all the first generation of rich people."

"Hey, if I meet a rich generation with a lot of money, and he is willing to marry me, I will marry him even if he is 90 years old." Yi Xiaoyan seemed to be feeling emotional.

"Bah, you think you are Wendi Deng?" Han Jing'er said.

"I wish I were Wendi Deng. Murdoch is only 38 years older than Wendi Deng." Yi Xiaoyan said.

Only 38 years old!

But everyone has his own ambitions. For Han Jing'er, these 38 years have been the distance between father and daughter.

Han Jing'er's eyes turned inadvertently, and she suddenly saw Qiao Weizhong and Fang Zisu on the other side of the audience seat. The two of them were sitting together as if there was no one around, and they were close to each other, and they were full of tenderness and sweetness.

Qiao Weizhong even smiled and stretched out his hand intimately to brush away the broken hair from Fang Zisu's forehead.

Fang Zisu leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling sweetly.

Then, the two looked at each other affectionately and entangled each other with their eyes. Fang Zisu's eyes were full of love, while Qiao Weizhong's loving eyes could overflow with water and drown Fang Zisu.

The two showed off their affection unscrupulously, and there was really no limit to the show.

Several designer colleagues were standing not far from Han Jing'er. They also saw Qiao Weizhong and Fang Zisu and looked over in surprise. Han Jing'er heard them say:

"So it turns out that Qiao Weizhong already has a master? It's over, we see that there is no hope."

"Who is that woman? Why is she here?"

"You don't know her? She is the fashion editor of "Fashion: Qiushui Yiren" magazine. Her name is Fang Zisu. She will naturally be present at our new product launch conference."

"Fang Zisu? Isn't she Vice President Mi's sister-in-law?"

"Yes. Don't you think she looks very similar to Vice President Mi's wife?"

"Sexy girls, are you heartbroken? Hahaha! This Qiao Weizhong has really good eyesight. He can choose a girlfriend that will make you speechless and can completely hold back your unwanted thoughts."

"That's right. This Fang Zisu matches Qiao Weizhong perfectly."

"The man is talented and the woman is beautiful."

Han Jing'er bit her lip and remained silent.

It was her who was truly heartbroken. Her heart was smashed into pieces, and the pain came unexpectedly, as if it was covered with thorns, and her whole body was filled with stinging pain.

The pain is indescribable.

Zhang Ailing once said that if you like someone, you will humble yourself into the dust and then bloom into flowers.

However, even if some people fall in love to the point of being humbled to the dust, they will never be able to bloom. Holding on to humble hope and being deeply in love will only result in despair and hurt.

Yi Xiaoyan bumped Han Jing'er with her elbow, with a worried look on her face: "Jing'er, your face... is so pale that there is no blood at all... Jing'er, are you okay?"

Han Jing'er forced out a smile: "I'm fine."

Yi Xiaoyan was worried: "Is everything really okay?"

Han Jing'er said: "Yeah."

Yi Xiaoyan felt indignant for her: "This scumbag Qiao is really disgusting. Seeing his despicable appearance makes people feel stomach acid rising and bile boiling."

She said again: "Jing'er, I think scumbag Qiao did it on purpose, to annoy you in front of you on purpose! You showed him off that day, and now he's taking revenge on you! This scumbag is so childish.

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Who says it’s not?

In fact, it is not only Qiao Weizhong who is childish, but also Han Jing'er. The two of them have completely broken off and have nothing to do with each other. Why does she still think about him? And she still wants to try her best to hurt each other?
Chapter completed!