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Qin Yiyue thought for a long time before saying: "Did you tell them anything just now?"

"No."

"If you don't talk about your hard work, it's hard for them to understand. What if they think you have a good life in the city so that you can spare time to help your family?"

"They don't think so, they just want to double the money they spent on me." Yang Ruowei looked out the window with red eyes, "You know what? When they said that I was adopted by others, I really want to find a rich man right away and ask him to give me a sum of money. I will give them all the money, and then I will have nothing to do with them. Aren’t there several doctors and nurses in our hospital who are taken care of? How well they live, how can they be like us. No, it should be said, how can they be like me."

Qin Yiyue was speechless for a moment, and then said: "You only think this way out of anger, and you won't be able to do it when you lose your anger. Don't be opportunistic, you think you've made money, but you're actually destroying your luck in advance. "

"Of course you can say that. I was always embarrassed to admit it before. Yiyue, I really envy you and envy you. You have a good family background, a high degree of education, and strong work ability. In the end, the men you find are better than the other. He Qiaoyan is so rich and loves you. Every time I see you when I feel sad, I envy you very much, it seems that all good things will gather on you. "

Qin Yiyue didn't know what to say.

She didn't dare to think carefully about her relationship with He Qiaoyan.

On the surface, she is indeed quite enviable, being able to marry the richest and most powerful man in Qincheng, who is second to none in appearance and temperament.

But it's such a man that she has no bottom.

Is she going to compete with him for charm, work ability, and money?

"It's still drinking. Everyone has a bad mood. When you wake up, you should work hard and work hard. Take whatever responsibility you have to bear."

"Um."

The two clinked glasses and drank one can after another.

The beers were cold, and there was no heat in the room.

The more Qin Yiyue drank, the colder her stomach and body became, Yang Ruowei didn't seem to feel it, and kept pouring wine into her mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Yiyue vaguely heard the phone ringing.

Qin Yiyue closed her eyes, reached for her bag, and finally took out her mobile phone. She couldn't open her eyes at all, and answered the phone with a feeling of drunkenness, "Hello."

"Have you been drinking?" He Qiaoyan's voice came from the phone.

Qin Yiyue woke up a little bit, her nose and throat felt uncomfortable, "Lord, it's you. I drank a little, but I'm not drunk yet, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at Ruowei's house."

"Wait, don't run around." He Qiaoyan hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Qin Yiyue hung up the phone in a daze, shaking her dizzy head.

In a daze, seeing a message coming in from her mobile phone, she stretched out her hand and swiped away without thinking.

Qin Yiyue rubbed her face, seeing that Yang Ruowei was already unconscious from drunk, she managed to pull herself together and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Then he helped Yang Ruowei into the room, stuffed her into the quilt, and turned on the small air conditioner in the room to prevent her from catching cold.

Seeing Yang Ruowei's frowning after falling asleep, Qin Yiyue sighed lowly.

At this moment, there were a few knocks on the door.

Qin Yiyue was startled by the sudden knock on the door, and immediately became vigilant.

"Qin Yiyue, open the door!" He Qiaoyan's voice came from outside the door.

Qin Yiyue hurriedly went to open the door for him, and said in a low voice, "How do you know I'm here?"

He Qiaoyan didn't answer her question, looking at her flushed face, her clear eyes were a little fluttering, and asked, "Can I still go?"

"I'm fine. Wait a minute, I'll get the bag."

Seeing that she was about to collapse at any moment, He Qiao picked her up by the waist, reached out to hook her bag, and turned around to close the iron door.

Qin Yiyue became even more drunk after being tortured like this.

Resting her head on He Qiaoyan's broad shoulders, she smelled his unique and pleasant scent.