Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 251 Live broadcast 5
Cheng Yiming remained silent.

Han Jing'er continued: "Yiming, if you don't want to be blown down the mountain by the storm, then you need a pair of strong and powerful hands to hold you tightly. Those strong and powerful hands can not only guarantee that you will not follow you If you fall down from the standing position, it can still pull you, let you reach the highest peak of the mountain of your career without any effort." She paused, and then said: "Now, I am standing On the top of a mountain. I am very lucky, no need to work hard, no need to fight hard, I stand on the top of the mountain of my dream. If you need my powerful hands, I can help you, save the sweat, one step One footprint saves 20, [-], or even a lifetime of hardships."

Cheng Yiming took a sip of coffee, then looked up at her, and asked hoarsely, "What do you want me to do?"

Han Jing'er smiled, and she said, "You understand."

Cheng Yiming said, "I don't understand."

Han Jing'er fixed her eyes on Cheng Yiming, grinned, and said, "If you really don't understand, then I'll just cut to the chase and say it straight: you divorce Su Lala, marry me as your wife .As the son-in-law of the Han family, our Han company will not just ignore death, but will be willing to contribute money to sponsor your Yilang Building Materials Group to help you tide over the difficulties."

Cheng Yiming asked: "What if, what if I say no?"

The corners of Han Jing'er's mouth looked like a smile but not a smile. She said slowly, word for word, word for word: "We used to be lovers, didn't we? We also used to love each other sweetly, didn't we? Yiming, what's wrong with marrying me? Me, you can revive the Yilang Building Materials Group and come back to life. Yiming, tell me, what is so good about Su Lala? What is it that I am not as good as her?"

Han Jing'er was too arrogant.

It seemed that Cheng Yiming was a beggar on the street who needed her charity - probably in her eyes, Cheng Yiming at this moment was similar to a beggar on the street.

I stared at the laptop screen, my palms were sweaty.

How would Cheng Yiming answer?

After a while, Cheng Yiming laughed, and he said, "Han Jing'er—" He stopped calling her "Jing'er", but called her "Han Jing'er" by both her name and surname. It can be seen that he deliberately distanced herself from her distance.Cheng Yiming said: "Thank you for looking up to me, and thank you for inviting me here for coffee, thank you."

Han Jing'er twitched her lips in disbelief: "You don't want to?"

Cheng Yiming said, "Yes. I don't want to."

Han Jinger asked, "Why?"

Cheng Yiming touched his heart: "I want to obey my heart."

Han Jing'er asked: "Even if you have nothing, you still have to obey your heart."

Cheng Yiming said, "Yes."

Han Jing'er stared blankly at him. At this moment, there was a sense of frustration on her face, and the original arrogance had disappeared. She murmured: "Why? Why did this happen?" She asked: "Cheng Yiming , do you really love Su Lala so much? Love so much that you are willing to give up everything?"

Cheng Yiming said, "Yes."

Han Jing'er was not angry, and asked: "What's so good about Su Lala?"

Cheng Yiming turned his head and thought for a moment: "Lala loves me wholeheartedly, persistently and simply, and will not leave me because of my poverty, and is willing to share joys and sorrows with me. But you love me with additional conditions , you are no longer the Han Jinger I loved before, but now you are too scheming, and you can do whatever it takes to achieve your goals."

Cheng Yiming finished the coffee in his cup.

Afterwards, he stood up, smiled and said to Han Jinger: "Han Jinger, I thank you again! Thank you for looking after me, and thank you for inviting me to drink this coffee. I'm sorry, I left early, Han Jing'er, goodbye—no, never see you again!"

Han Jing'er stared blankly at Cheng Yiming.

Seeing Cheng Yiming striding away without looking back.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Jing'er looked up and laughed loudly, hysterically.I was taken aback by this laughter, I felt it was not much better than crying, like the villainous characters in the movie, those old hags who are dedicated to killing Zhongliang and perverting themselves.Laughing and laughing, Han Jing'er's tears fell down.

She murmured: "Yiming, I still can't get you, you still chose Su Lala instead of me! You and I have come to an end, we parted ways, we didn't even have to be friends, we became friends. sworn enemy."

She suddenly overturned the coffee table, and the saucers and cups on it fell to the ground with a "crash" and fell to pieces.

The movement was too loud, which alarmed the waiter outside. Someone rushed in and shouted: "What's the matter? What happened?" Seeing the broken tiles, she opened her mouth wide: "My God——"

Han Jing'er wiped away the tears on her face, raised her head, took out a large stack of pink hundred money bills from her bag, threw them on the ground, and said coldly: "This is 5000 yuan, which is enough for compensation. Everything."

After speaking, he took out his sunglasses, put them on, and left with his head held high.

Han Qingluo closed the notebook: "The show is over." He turned to look at me: "Surala, are you satisfied with the ending?"

I let out a long breath, smiled and said, "Satisfied! Of course I am satisfied!"

Han Qingluo hummed and said: "Of course I know you are satisfied, but I am not satisfied, I hate this ending." He raised his voice: "Waiter, pay the bill—"

A young girl came in.

The girl is very young, just in her early 20s, she is tall and thin like me, and her eyebrows and eyes are a bit like me, especially those long and thin eyes, when she smiles , narrowed into a line very charmingly.

Han Qingluo regained his energy all of a sudden: "Beauty, can you tell me what is your name?"

The girl was very shy and said shyly, "My name is Tang Ziwei."

Han Qingluo said, "Tang Ziwei? Good name." He then said, "Do you work here?"

Tang Ziwei replied honestly: "I'm still a student—er, a student at C University. I've just started my junior year. I work here every weekend."

Han Qingluo asked, "How old are you?"

Tang Ziwei said: "21 years old."

Han Qingluo asked again: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Tang Ziwei blushed and said in a low voice, "Not yet...not yet."

Han Qingluo squinted Wei Xiaobao's eyes, and said in Wei Xiaobao's tone and tone: "Tang Ziwei, can I be your boyfriend?"

Tang Ziwei opened her mouth wide: "What... what?"

Han Qingluo took out a business card and handed it to her: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce me to you. My name is Han Qingluo, the cold of the winter, the Qing of the city and the country, and the generous Luo. I am an image designer .I fell in love with you and fell in love with you at first sight. Tang Ziwei, be my girlfriend, I will love you well and treat you well."

I gave him a blank look.

This guy has started to commit the problem of collecting fetish again.

I didn't bother to talk to him, so I stood up and said, "I'm going to work." I didn't ask for leave after being out for most of the day, and it would be strange if I didn't get scolded by the editor-in-chief when I went back.But just scold me, it's worth my trip, hee hee.

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