The bowl fell to the floor, splashing with soup.

Qiao Goodnight jumped back reflexively, and his back hit the wall, and his face turned pale in pain.

"Good night Qiao, let me say it one last time. Dye your hair back to me. Don't compare yourself with Wanwan. Even if you stay in Wanwan, you will never be her. You can't even compare with a hair of hers."

Come on, don't waste your time on me anymore. You've had enough fun in Ancheng, and I'll help you book a flight back to your country tomorrow."

Xi Nancheng didn't even look at the debris on the ground, and looked at Qiao Goodnight coldly.

Her hair was originally curly and flaxen, but now it is straight black. Looking from the back, she really looks like Mu Wange.

After Xi Nancheng finished speaking, he turned around and left, slamming the door.

Qiao Goodnight stood there, the back of his hand was burned red.

What was he just saying?

She learns evening songs?

When did she learn Evening Song? She just thinks straight black hair looks good and wants to change her hairstyle.

She just thought he was too thin. She saw that he liked to eat the soup made by Wan Ge very much. He ate a lot that night, so she wanted to learn how to give it to him.

These days, she has found every reason to appear in front of him, but he ignores her.

She tried her best to learn how to cook and make soup. She had several cuts on her hand and had several wounds on her hand.

She just fell in love with him and just wanted to be nice to him. What did she do wrong?

She has always been aloof. When has she ever bothered so much for a man?

Not only has she never chased a man before, but she has never pursued him with such effort. She has such a low profile. Why does he treat her like this?

Isn’t there a saying that persistence equals victory?

Why can't she see the dawn of victory if she persists like this?

Who cares.

Qiao Goodnight rushed into the kitchen, threw all the ingredients prepared inside and threw them on the ground, and rushed out the door.

Mujingyuan

Bai Chuchen returned home and looked at the trophies placed on the sofa. People said that women would be very happy when they saw what they bought after going shopping, but at this moment, she didn't feel happy at all.

At this time, looking at the hint of purple exposed in the boutique bag, what lingered in my mind was the flash of astonishment on Chu Xingguang's face when he saw her holding the purple shirt.

Bai Chuchen puffed out his cheeks and didn't know why he cared so much about a woman he had only met once.

She obviously has a good attitude, she obviously didn't do anything, but just standing there makes people feel her sense of superiority, as if she is a princess, and everyone else exists to complement her, like this

It doesn't feel good at all.

She never felt that her appearance was bad. Although she was not a great beauty, she was still of average appearance. Moreover, if she didn’t rely on her appearance, wouldn’t she be able to become a winner in life?

She is better than her character...

Inner beauty, do you understand?

She had always told herself this before, that she never cared about her appearance and figure, and she had never felt inferior to others, but today...

For the first time, she felt that she was inferior to others, and the gap was still huge.

Looking at her, it flashed in my mind how well-matched the two would be if Jin Mobei stood next to her. Is it true that in the eyes of others, such an outstanding man as uncle would be perfect when paired with such a woman?

"Don't you know that what Mo Bei dislikes the most is purple?"

is that so?

Bai Chuchen kept echoing these words in his mind...

Suddenly getting up from the sofa, Bai Chuchen went directly upstairs and walked into the cloakroom.
Chapter completed!