Business tycoon has a crush on me

Chapter 422 Poor people must have something to hate

His tone was very sincere and sincere.

"Do you appreciate me? Or is it because my husband is Jun Mohan?" Ye Ranran didn't immediately take the olive branch he threw over.

Che Hao smiled wryly: "Has anyone ever told you that you are actually quite smart?"

Seemingly innocent, in fact, he sees everything clearly.

"Yes, my husband said I'm pretty smart."

It was Jun Mohan again, eight of her ten sentences were about Jun Mohan, Che Hao didn't want to listen anymore: "I admit, part of it is."

To make friends, you must first have common hobbies and be able to chat together.

Ye Liran has both these points, and what's more, being an enemy of her won't do him any good.

That being the case, why not make friends?With her help, he can go higher and further.

Isn't that the best of both worlds?
"I like your honesty. If you can always be friends with me with this mentality, I think we will be very good friends."

"Then as a friend, a good friend in the future, I think I have to tell you, be careful with that woman, don't be fooled." Che Hao approached her, next to her ear, with the voices of only two people.

Some media caught this scene long ago, took a picture of it, and sent it to Jun Mohan's mailbox.

Seeing the picture above, Jun Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"A Chuan." Jun Mohan made an internal call.

"President." A Chuan walked in hastily.

"The reporter who took this group of photos will be fired, and he will never be hired, and the news will be released that the news media in other cities will not be able to hire him within three years."

"Yes." A Chuan glanced at the photo above, and after seeing the media reporters above, he was about to give an order.

"By the way, remember to bring the negatives back."

"clear."

Ye Liran didn't know about such an episode, she was coming out of the bathroom at the moment, washing her hands in the sink.

The slender and well-proportioned fingers are white and flawless, like the most perfect handicraft, very beautiful.

On the other hand, her hands didn't look like women's hands. Qin Fang, who had just come out of it, stood timidly behind Ye Liran.

"Are you afraid of me?" Ye Liran didn't turn around.

"Of course not." Qin Fang turned on the tap.

After Ye Ranran had washed, she turned off the water, took out the towel, and wiped off the water on her hands: "Why bother?"

Qin Fang thought that she was mocking her with such a nonsensical sentence: "Do you think I was thinking? I am not as lucky as you, and I can marry a perfect husband. I can only rely on myself. Is there something wrong with that? "

"It's right to rely on yourself, but you go to be a third child and climb into a man's bed. This is what you call relying on yourself? It's too funny."

Qin Fang shouted indignantly: "What do you know? You can get whatever you want. How do you know the bitterness of us low-level people?"

"Whatever you think, the face is your own, and the body is also your own. If you don't want it, if you don't cherish it, no one else can do anything about it." Ye Liran wiped her hands.

Throw the tissue in the trash and walk away.

She originally had a little sympathy for Qin Fang, and she also felt the same for her experience, but that little sympathy came after today's conversation.

disappeared without a trace.

poor person must have something mean.

Coming out of the bathroom, Che Hao was waiting for her outside. The handsome man leaned against the wall, and the dim light hit him.

Like a prince from a fairy tale who came out of a book.

(End of this chapter)