Han Jing'er shrugged: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you become a pig." She plagiarized Zhuang Honghong's words: "A broken pot will love a broken pot, and a fat person will love a fat person. If a man really loves me, he won't care about my fatness.

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Yi Xiaoyan shook her head: "A broken love is worth giving up on yourself like this?"

"This has nothing to do with broken love." Han Jing'er said.

"What does that have to do with?" Yi Xiaoyan seemed to think of something, slapped her forehead, and said very smartly: "Is it related to the gray Cayenne man?"

"It has nothing to do with him." Han Jing'er denied.

"Really?" Yi Xiaoyan blinked mischievously.

"Why are you lying to me?" Han Jing'er rolled her eyes at her.

"By the way, what's the name of the gray Cayenne man?" Yi Xiaoyan asked again.

"The Chinese name is Cheng Yiming, and the English name is Steven." Han Jing'er said.

"You really didn't interact with each other after that?" Yi Xiaoyan didn't seem to believe it.

"Yi Xiaoyan, you are such a gossip!" Han Jing'er was annoyed.

"I'm curious! We are best friends, right? Between best friends, we are confidant and talk about everything, right?" Yi Xiaoyan winked: "So Han Jing'er, you have to tell me honestly, what will happen to you and him in the future?"

Is there really no intersection?”

"No." Han Jing'er said.

"I'm convinced YOU! Han Jing'er, you're such a person, why don't you know how to seize opportunities? You can't get enough of such a good man, you're so careful about being struck by lightning!" Yi Xiaoyan looked like she hated the iron.

Look.

"What a fool!" Han Jing'er disapproved: "Even if it comes to my door, I don't want it!"

"What's wrong with him?" Yi Xiaoyan was puzzled.

"What's so good about him?" Han Jinger asked back.

"Hey!" Yi Xiaoyan said.

Han Jing'er and Yi Xiaoyan were sitting near the window.

Looking out the window, I saw a locust tree not far away. The locust trees have lush branches, but the trunk is very thin, just like a little scarecrow wearing a big straw hat in the field, giving people a feeling of being overwhelmed.

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Han Jing'er felt that her life was now like this locust tree, overwhelmed - she had always felt this way since Qiao Weizhong left her.

Probably, it's because I'm too lonely and lonely.

The food arrived. Han Jing'er drank Mandheling and ate finger cakes while chatting with Yi Xiaoyan.

"Last night, the young couple next door to my house had another quarrel."

"What's the reason again this time?"

"It seemed that after dinner, the man didn't want to wash the dishes, and the woman didn't want to do it. Then they started to argue. After arguing, they started throwing things, and they probably smashed all the dishes.

They were all smashed because when I came out just now, I saw them coming back from outside holding hands and carrying a big bag of new bowls."

"Han Jing'er, I think you are a bit perverted. What does it have to do with you when a young couple is quarreling? You just like to go to the balcony and eavesdrop, and you still work tirelessly."

"I think it sounds great, even more beautiful than Lady Gaga's singing. Listening to these crying and cursing sounds makes me feel full of life and not so lonely. Sometimes I wonder when it will be my turn.

Is there a man who is willing to argue with me like this?"

The young newlyweds, who were only in their 20s, loved each other for three days and quarreled for two days. Their quarrels often did not depend on the timing, they were all impromptu and they could quarrel whenever they wanted.
Chapter completed!