Liu Miaomiao, who was wearing high heels, had to run if she wanted to catch up with Qualcommda.

However, now it is only three or two hundred meters away from Xinyang International Plaza. Many white-collar workers are gathering in the direction of Xinyang International Plaza. It is no longer easy for her to cross the crowd without barriers.

Even if she ran to Qualcomm, could she still reach out to hold him up?

Thinking about it, I can only give up.

Liu Miaomiao stomped the ground lightly and thought to herself, go back to settle the accounts before going back tonight!

After stomping my feet, I felt that something was wrong behind me.

When I turned around, my soul was almost scared out of my body.

Xue Zhengping floated behind him like a ghost.

In just one night, Xue Zhengping seemed to have grown much older.

It is somewhat inappropriate to describe it as "old". Perhaps it is because the skin is white and tender, Xue Zhengping's appearance has always been lower than his real age before. He has obviously worked for more than four years, but outsiders often mistakenly believe that it is Qualcommda and Liu Miaomiao's junior brother.

Xue Zhengping, who was floating behind Liu Miaomiao at this moment, obviously had a sense of vicissitudes. This vicissitudes were just the perfect balancer for his slightly pale face.

He must have hated her in his heart. The kind of hatred in his heart unexpectedly made Xue Zhengping appear firm.

It can be said that Xue Zhengping, who had a weak aura, had a pale face, walked silently, and was timid, and looked like a person without weight.

Now Xue Zhengping is full of tolerance and dissatisfaction. He is about to burst out and is difficult to please, and it is difficult to ignore him.

Liu Miaomiao was surprised by Xue Zhengping's changes overnight and forgot that she was the reason for Xue Zhengping's changes.

"Don't you want to explain something to me?" Xue Zhengping stared at her, openly, openly, not afraid of rumors, and ignored the strange gazes around her.

"Ah." Liu Miaomiao continued to suck in the air. It was not entirely because of the faint pain in the hamstrings, but because of guilt and no lie to vent.

She had originally planned to deal with the wording, but Qualcommda was the final word that it was "a brain disease".

"If you don't want to say anything," Xue Zhengping said coldly, with pressure hidden in his voice, "I accept it too."

"Oh." Liu Miaomiao showed a crying face, but still didn't speak.

It seemed that he could not wait for any explanation. Xue Zhengping seemed to have made up his mind to "no longer waste time waiting", and left with a straightforward move.

His steps were not very big, and he stepped on the ground one by one, but he felt like he was decisive.

Seeing Xue Zhengping leaving without looking back, Liu Miaomiao was stunned for a long time.

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There is a saying that goes: Raise a son in poverty and raise a daughter in wealth.

This sentence was very popular in the past: I should raise my daughter to be rich, open her eyes and gain knowledge, otherwise others might coax her away with a lollipop.

As for Huang Caihong's situation, Xue Zhengping saved even the lollipops back then, and coaxed them away with a focused look and a green smile.

Eight years have passed in a flash, and now she has not seen much success.

A small bottle of fresh chili sauce that Chen Lijuan’s in-laws gave her was like a hill pressing on her heart. The feeling of “incomelessness” often made her playmaker.

On the third day after that, my in-laws' aunt once again "stumbled by" her sister's house. This time, she entered the door for five minutes and secretly stuffed Huang Caihong two pairs of socks and a pair of gloves.

The hill on Huang Caihong's chest is heavier.

Socks and gloves are made with wool stitches.
Chapter completed!