She was bewildered, and only after rubbing her fingers did she realize that they were covered in bloodstains.
Then, clutching her only suitcase, looking at the bustling crowd, her voice trembled with humility.
Auntie, could you give me a train ticket?
Please.
She said this was truly the last time she could ask for help.
Because they have lost that thing called dignity.
There was no other choice.
So, who still remembers if there was such a handsome boy, or if anyone tried to enter his heart?
That romantic encounter.
Ultimately, it didn't cross the line of life.
I thought it was fate that brought us together to touch each other's palm lines.
However, reality proves that it wasn't that our understanding was too superficial; rather, it was...
Perhaps fate wasn't strong enough.
That day, the sun was scorching, and the train station was completely different from what it had been three years ago.
She fled in haste.
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The planner said that our young master Lu said we'd shoot the sexy photos last.
Then our translator, Master Iijima, fell silent.
It turns out that those with money are the big shots or the bosses.
Actually, most Chinese people have a deep-seated resentment towards the rich. They're always thinking about how the young master of the Lu family didn't choke to death while eating, drown while drinking water, or have a car accident while driving.
Therefore, apart from the loyal BG faction of this article, Lu Shao still has a lot of enemies.
But our Yan Shao is different. The reason why he can use the name DJ YAN to swindle and deceive people all over the world without anyone investigating his ancestors is mainly because although his father and great-great-grandfather are not as high-profile as him, there are still plenty of people in the so-called Yan Party who are eagerly and tirelessly stuffing money into newspapers and radio stations.
Damn, what a scandal.
The grandson of a political figure spends his days on the radio advising people against suicide and divorce, and that drinking two cups of honey water a day will prevent constipation. What kind of effect does this have?
So, he can afford to lose face, but what about the Yan faction?
Lieutenant Li called to warn Young Master Yan, who said, "How about this? If you want me to not lose face, give me 50 million. I'll start my own business, and then I'll have money, women, and become famous. I'll challenge Lu Liu to a duel, and I guarantee I won't embarrass the Yan family. How about that?"
Lieutenant Li felt sorry for him, covered the phone, turned his head and said, "Commander Yan, look how poorly you've treated our child. You're just staring at the Lu family with obvious jealousy."
Mr. Yan said I was an honest official, powerful but poor.
Yan hope = =.
After hanging up the public phone, he turned around, patted Chen Wan on the shoulder, and said, "I'll return the coins I borrowed from you tomorrow."
Unfortunately, my phone died today.
Chen Wan smiled as she looked at him, her features becoming even more refined. She spoke softly, "Young Master Yan truly trusts me and isn't afraid of me exposing your identity to the media."
Yan hope asked, "Can you?"
Chen Wan shook her head, "Of course not."
Yan hope smiled enigmatically. What a good child. It seems all good children look alike.
Chen Wan said, "Do you think I'm old-fashioned?"
Yan hope walked forward, his shoulders hunched, looking thin and frail.
He said, "No, I like good kids the most. I love every one I meet. They have no demands or opinions, and they believe whatever I say. They're so obedient."
Chen Wan paused for a moment, then gently changed the subject, saying, "Don't feed Little Gray too many bones; it's really prone to indigestion."
Yan hope walked up to the burgundy Ferrari sports car in the outdoor parking lot, handed him the dog basket inside, and laughed heartily.
Here you go, good boy, I'm entrusting you with raising him. We're going to be working together on a fashion show for three months, right? Return him to me after three months.
Chen Wan was stunned.
Do you trust me that much?
Yan hope was both amused and exasperated; how could I not believe him?
Then, he opened the car door, ripped off his blue suit jacket, threw it onto the back seat, stepped on the gas, turned the steering wheel, blasted loud rock music, tapped his slender fingers, and sped away.
See you tomorrow.
Little Grey's tears flowed like a sea.
Damn it, they just sold him off like that. A child without a mother is nothing but a blade of grass, a foxtail grass at that!
Holy crap!!!
During the Lu family's autumn press conference, while walking the runway, the beautiful anchor Chu Yun was sent out by the station to grab news. When she saw Yan hope, she covered her mouth and giggled.
Yan hope, dressed in a suit, squatted on the catwalk during a break, looking down at the women below with his big eyes.
Hey, Chu Yun, what are you laughing at?
She said, "Yan hope, luckily I know what kind of person you are, otherwise I really would like to take you home."
Yan hope = =. Give me a break! You can't even cook, and you're trying to starve me by taking me home?
Chu Yun and Yan Xi met while doing an interview program. Chu Yun made polite remarks to praise Yan hope, saying that it was really unexpected that DJ YAN looked like a photoshopped handsome boy. Yan Xi raised his eyebrows and said that Chu Yun really liked to joke. "You can photoshop someone as good-looking as me?"
Chu Yun gritted her teeth in frustration, but the two looked very compatible and often co-hosted programs, gradually becoming familiar with each other and even becoming friends who could talk to each other. A few days ago, Yan hope went to Chu Yun's house to get a script to practice his lines, and was secretly photographed by paparazzi, making headlines.
A young man, suspected to be DJ YAN, was caught entering and leaving Chu Yun's boudoir late at night. Five hours of surveillance!
...
A beautiful live streamer and a rising DJ.
The two were at the height of their fame and popularity.
Unsurprisingly, supporters of both sides engaged in heated online arguments and insults, turning the internet into a bloodbath.
Yan hope, convulsing, explained on the radio that Chu Yun and I were just friends.
Chu Yun explained with a smile on the show, "Yan hope and I are just good friends."
Because of the inconsistencies in the testimonies, there was another uproar online. In the end, it was Yan hope who took on Lu's case, which diverted public attention.
As the two began to chat, the reporters nearby all perked up their ears.
Unfortunately, Lu Liu walked over.
He smiled faintly and spoke to Chu Yun.
Miss Chu is a distinguished guest; there is one more thing I should mention.
Chu Yun smiled and said, "No, no, Lu's press conferences are always perfect. Today, with DJ YAN joining us, it's even more powerful."
Lu Liu reached out and pulled Yan Xi up, patting his shoulder with a familiar and natural gesture, and smiled.
DJ YAN is indeed very good, but in fact, the main focus we want to promote this time is not him, but the supporting model Chen Wan.
Then, with a slight smile, he said calmly
DJ YAN is too proud and doesn't usually mentor newcomers. It took me a lot of effort to convince him to mentor Chen Wan this time.
Chen Wan stood not far away, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and gentle, and he looked like a gentle and handsome young man.
The reporters below the stage erupted in an uproar.
Chapter 64
Chapter 64
Chapter 5
Nothing can stop us.
Du Qing, the second oldest in the dormitory, sat on the balcony, yawning. Her curly hair was slightly tilted in the setting sun, creating a warm and lazy atmosphere.
What.
Ah Heng closed the window, carefully closed the diary, and placed it on the chair where the sunlight shone directly.
You and Gu Feibai.
Du Qing smiled, her dimples faint. One was from City B, the other from City H, 1,664 kilometers apart, yet they still managed to come together. It was truly a match made in heaven, and nothing could stand in their way.
Ah Heng blushed. This matter mainly involves my dad. During his summer vacation after his senior year of high school, he brought me to H City for a visit. Fei Bai's parents and uncle hosted us. Then, they consulted fortune tellers, who said that Fei Bai and I were destined to be together. After that, both families brought up the marriage. Well, Fei Bai didn't have any objections, and so... it was settled.
Du Qing buried his hair in his knees and said, "What opinions could he possibly have? He's thought about it for so long and put in so much effort... but he still can't marry a good girl like our Xiao Liu."
Ah Heng looked at her and gently asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your boyfriend? You seem so down."
Du Qingsheng is beautiful and has many male admirers, but she is aloof and gets tired of dating males after less than half a semester. When asked if her heart beats when she holds hands, if she is moved when she hugs, or if her heart races when she kisses, the answer is always no. So her roommates say that it's over, she's sexually frigid.
Du Qing countered, "Is a boyfriend that important?"
Ah Heng = =, sometimes he's really... not that important. Even though he might be handsome, taking a couple of bites of him won't fill you up.
Du Qing laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Vulgar, so incredibly vulgar. I doubt you could even have anything to say to someone like Gu Feibai."
Ah Heng hugged the diary, gently pressed it against her cheek, and chuckled. "Does that matter? As long as we're together and never separate, that's enough."
Du Qing asked, "How far is your forever?"
Ah Heng said that one day, he told me, "Wen Heng, I really can't stand you anymore."
Du Qing said, "You're so self-righteous only because he likes you a lot. But sometimes, liking someone doesn't mean he won't betray you, betrayal doesn't mean you can tolerate it, and your tolerance doesn't mean he can continue to tolerate your tolerance."
Ah Heng slightly raised her head. In the setting sun, Du Qing's face was half cold and half warm, ambiguous and unclear.
Suddenly, the signal light on Du Qing's cell phone lit up inside her loose nightgown; there was no ringtone, only vibration.
Du Qing likes to set different ringtones for each of his friends, and rarely uses the vibrate function except for unfamiliar numbers.