Two years ago, the original owner and Qiao Yu had actually signed a contract marriage.
Seeing this, and thinking about the plot she had just seen, Jian Ning looked up at Qiao Yu, and the idea that the plot might be Qiao Yu’s personal experience suddenly resurfaced…
Chapter 7: Personality Split?
Jian Ning had always been a very professional person.
Since the signed contract couldn’t be torn up, and she temporarily didn’t have the status to pay that sky-high breach of contract fee, she could only adapt and be sensible.
Jian Ning adapted quite well, reluctantly binding her chest with white cloth, putting on gold-rimmed glasses, and looking in the mirror – but feeling uncomfortable no matter how she looked.
“No way,” Jian Ning took off her glasses and threw them to Qiao Yu. “With my current look, these glasses are completely out of place.”
Qiao Yu glanced at the glasses that landed on his leg and then fell to the ground, speaking in a flat tone: “I want a refined scoundrel.”
Jian Ning: “……” Oh, come on.
“Let me ask you this – can a crew cut with earrings, a T-shirt, and jeans possibly look good with gold-rimmed glasses?” What kind of refined scoundrel has a buzzcut with a head scar?
Isn’t this just a lunatic?
If she actually went out wearing these glasses, she’d definitely be mocked!
Jian Ning absolutely refused to wear them.
Qiao Yu took out a document bag and was about to hand it over when Jian Ning swatted it away.
The light sound of the document bag falling to the ground was like turning on an air conditioner, instantly making Qiao Yu’s face extremely dark, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
Jian Ning felt a bit guilty under his gaze, but when she thought about walking around in a silly-looking style, that guilt instantly disappeared. She was doing it on purpose, wasn’t she? Always threatening people with a contract – what kind of man was he!
Qiao Yu looked at her for a long time, and his gaze gradually calmed down. He withdrew his line of sight, lowered his eyes, and after a while, finally spoke: “Well done.”
Jian Ning: “???”
Qiao Yu relaxed his body and leaned back, raising his eyes again: “Song Hao should be like this.”
Jian Ning: “……”
