55 I Like The New You
In the end, this comment led to a large number of civilian âHolmesâ who tried to figure out what had happened back then.
Netizen [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!
Netizen [Mo Ziyou]: Anyway, ever since Ms. Han came back, there donât seem to be any good comments. At this banquet, Ms. Hanâs clothes are even less expensive than mine, but Mr. Han donated a building to his stepdaughter...
Netizen [Freedom]: âReally? From the looks of it, Han Guosheng is better to his stepdaughter than his biological daughter. Damn, itâs terrifying!â
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Le Yao drank her soup as she excitedly read the comments. âThe people who sent messages and comments are all talented. These are the so-called experts among the people.â
âBut there are a lot of comments slandering you. Look at this. It makes you look bad. Are you really not angry?â Qiao Qiao was still worried.
âOh, President Qiao, there are two sides to everything. You have to allow people to have different opinions.â Le Yao put down the soup bowl and took the phone. âIn ancient times, there were hundreds of schools of thought. Now, you have to allow flowers to bloom as well, but this comment...â She registered a number and started to reply to the comments. âDid the villagers provoke you? Is it a sin that I grew up in the countryside?â
Qiao Qiao laughed. âRight. People like that deserve to be dissed.â She rolled up her sleeves and started to reply to messages, too.
Half an hour later, after finally retorting everyone, the two of them put down their cell phones and started eating.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI realized that youâve really changed.â Qiao Qiao glanced at Le Yao as she chewed on a chicken wing.
âSo do you like the old me or the new me?â
âTo tell you the truth, I like the new you.â Qiao Qiao paused. âI used to feel like punching you every time.â
Le Yao was speechless.
âItâs true. In the past, you always lived in your own consciousness. You wouldnât listen to anything others said. You had to follow your own thoughts. Everyone said that you wouldnât turn back until you hit the wall. However, you didnât turn back even after you hit the wall. Every time, you would only feel inferior and sad. Then, you would feel sorry for yourself.â Qiao Qiao sighed. âFor example, when it came to Nangong Jue, I told you that if you really liked him, you should pursue him seriously. If you really couldnât, you should let go. But you didnât. 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.â
Le Yao frowned. To be honest, she didnât like Han Binglanâs personality either. âThen why are you still so... so good to me?â
âYou really donât remember?â
âIs there something I donât know?â
âOn 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...â
The Pear Tree Village where Han Binglan grew up belonged to Qinghe County.