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n55 I Like The New You

nIn the end, this comment led to a large number of civilian “Holmes” who tried to figure out what had happened back then.

nNetizen Dream Addiction: Back then, when Miss Cui married Han Guosheng, Han Guosheng was a poor boy. How did Miss Cui take a fancy to him? The reason behind this is thought-provoking… And now, I heard that Mrs. Han, Zhou Yunmeng, and CEO Han are from the same hometown. This… You guys, you guys, think about it carefully!

nNetizen Mo Ziyou: Anyway, ever since Ms. Han came back, there don’t seem to be any good comments. At this banquet, Ms. Han’s clothes are even less expensive than mine, but Mr. Han donated a building to his stepdaughter…

nNetizen Freedom: “Really? From the looks of it, Han Guosheng is better to his stepdaughter than his biological daughter. Damn, it’s terrifying!”

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nLe Yao drank her soup as she excitedly read the comments. “The people who sent messages and comments are all talented. These are the so-called experts among the people.”

n“But there are a lot of comments slandering you. Look at this. It makes you look bad. Are you really not angry?” Qiao Qiao was still worried.

n“Oh, President Qiao, there are two sides to everything. You have to allow people to have different opinions.” Le Yao put down the soup bowl and took the phone. “In ancient times, there were hundreds of schools of thought. Now, you have to allow flowers to bloom as well, but this comment…” She registered a number and started to reply to the comments. “Did the villagers provoke you? Is it a sin that I grew up in the countryside?”

nQiao Qiao laughed. “Right. People like that deserve to be dissed.” She rolled up her sleeves and started to reply to messages, too.

nHalf an hour later, after finally retorting everyone, the two of them put down their cell phones and started eating.

n“I realized that you’ve really changed.” Qiao Qiao glanced at Le Yao as she chewed on a chicken wing.

n“So do you like the old me or the new me?”

n“To tell you the truth, I like the new you.” Qiao Qiao paused. “I used to feel like punching you every time.”

nLe Yao was speechless.

n“It’s true. In the past, you always lived in your own consciousness. You wouldn’t listen to anything others said. You had to follow your own thoughts. Everyone said that you wouldn’t turn back until you hit the wall. However, you didn’t turn back even after you hit the wall. Every time, you would only feel inferior and sad. Then, you would feel sorry for yourself.” Qiao Qiao sighed. “For example, when it came to Nangong Jue, I told you that if you really liked him, you should pursue him seriously. If you really couldn’t, you should let go. But you didn’t. You even drugged him and schemed against him. In the end, although you registered your marriage, he hated you even more. After that, you kept crying, throwing a tantrum, and threatening to kill yourself… To be honest, even I was tired of it.”

nLe Yao frowned. To be honest, she didn’t like Han Binglan’s personality either. “Then why are you still so… so good to me?”

n“You really don’t remember?”

n“Is there something I don’t know?”

n“On the first day of the New Year in our first year of middle school, the school organized an outing to Qinghe County. To be honest, that was the first time I went to the countryside. During my free time, I went a little far and got lost. I even fell on the way. You were the one who sent me back and bought me a pancake on the way…”

nThe Pear Tree Village where Han Binglan grew up belonged to Qinghe County.

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