In the car, the man pulled out two tissues and handed them to her to prevent her from wiping her nose and tears from getting on the car.

"It's okay, I won't cry."

Yang Ruoyan sniffed and tried not to let the tears fall out. She couldn't let this man cry every time he saw her.

"But you want to cry!"

The man said firmly.

"Don't worry, I won't cry anymore. My injury has healed a lot and I won't cry anymore."

Yang Ruoyan looked at the road ahead, pretending to be strong, but tears overflowed in his eyes, but they were tears of grievance, not what he thought.

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her. He had been in love for several years, and it only lasted one night. Could he just forget it? Then why would he jump off the building? He didn't believe it at all.

The man pursed his lips, held her chin, and gently wiped the tears from her eyes with his hand holding a tissue, and said:

"It's good to learn to forget. In fact, you don't have to take what others say to heart. Just let them say what they say. You just need to take care of yourself.

Although the pressure of public opinion is great, no one pays attention to it after a while. Now that it is in the limelight, you have to avoid it and it will be fine after it passes."

Yang Ruoyan was startled. Except for Chen Yibo, no other man had ever wiped her tears before.

My heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and I quickly grabbed the tissue in his hand and wiped it myself, nodded and said:

"Well, thank you for helping me again and again. I will do it myself.

By the way, I have to wash your handkerchief urgently before I come. It will take two days to return it to you. If it is convenient, you can tell me the address and I will wash it and deliver it to you.

Oh, you can rest assured that I will never disturb your life!"

She waved her hands, afraid that her question was too abrupt, and that he would misunderstand her like others. After all, he didn't understand her either. The magazine's random smear campaign had affected her life, and she was afraid that many people would.

I think she is an unruly woman.

"Haha, no need, it's just a handkerchief. Why are you sending it back and forth? If you don't use it, just throw it away. I'm a bit of a germophobe. I won't use what others have used...

Well, actually, I don’t mean to dislike you, it’s just because I have mysophobia.”

The man was a little embarrassed. The person was kind enough to send the things back, but what he said was a bit unpleasant, so he quickly explained.

Yang Ruoyan looked at him quietly, not knowing how to answer, but it was obvious that he was not lying.

"By the way, you haven't told me where you are going?"

The man asked, breaking the awkwardness.

"Oh, turn right ahead, True Love Bridal Shop."

"Why are you going to the bridal shop?"

The man asked in confusion, could it be that this woman sold herself in one night? Are she ready to try on wedding dresses?

In fact, he only guessed mostly right.

"I borrowed my dress there, and my clothes are still there. I need to change them back."

The man was even stranger. He looked at her in disbelief and asked:

"Haven't you been dating Chen Yibo for several years? As far as I know, he is not a stingy person. He is not so stingy that he didn't even buy you a decent dress, right?"

"No, it's because I don't want his money and things. I'm good at making money myself, and the living expenses my father gives me are enough. Besides, I'm a homebody. I don't usually go out, and I don't need a dress."

"Oh, you should clean yourself up until you have nothing left."
Chapter completed!