Jiang Qingxin smiled bitterly, "Didn't the President's wife introduce three high-quality men to you before? Frankly speaking, those men were all good, unmarried, good-looking, with bright futures, and good family backgrounds. But in the end, you didn't like any of them. You

"Tell me where to find a better quality man for you. There may be some handsome men, but they may not be reliable. People with good personalities may not be good-looking."

"Am I so picky?" Lin Fanyue obviously just realized this problem.

"You're not picky." Jiang Qingxin told the truth, "It's just that the pearls and jade are in front and the wood is in the back. Do you understand, with Song Qingrui in front of you, your vision will also improve, but where do you think I want to go?"

If you find a man like Song Qingrui, who is handsome, wealthy and from a distinguished family, elegant, gentle, humorous, gentle and romantic, wise and calm, even if I give Huo Xu to you, you may not be able to like him."

"..."

Lin Fanyue was speechless for a while, then said with twitching lips, "Huo Xu will be heartbroken to death if he hears what you said."

"I'm telling the truth." Jiang Qingxin held the coffee and blew it with a smile.

"Okay." Lin Fanyue pouted, "Your Huo Xu is too cold and cold, I can't stand it."

"Yeah, not even the cold ones." Jiang Qingxin smiled, "Then where do you think I can find it for you?"

"Song Qingrui is not that good." Lin Fanyue bit her lip unwillingly.

"Maybe, but only you know best." Jiang Qingxin pushed a cup of coffee over and asked, "Would you like to drink it?"

"If I don't drink, life is already hard enough. I don't want my mouth to be bitter." Lin Fanyue frowned and left in distress.

Jiang Qingxin didn't sigh again until she left.

This good sister of mine is probably more troubled in love than she is.

...

In the office, Lin Fanyue took a pile of data on the table and looked at it for a long time without reading a single word.

"Manager Lin, your express..."

Suddenly the secretary's voice came from outside the door.

Lin Fanyue's eyes suddenly lit up. Every time she and Song Qingrui quarreled in the past, he would ask the courier to deliver delicious food to apologize. This time it must be the same, "What delicious food is it?"

She stood up quickly.

The secretary was stunned, "Food? No, it should be the mobile phone case you bought online last time."

"......oh."

The light in Lin Fanyue's eyes dimmed.

After the secretary gave her a strange look, she quickly put her things down and left.

Lin Fanyue was in no mood to open the package on the table. She took out her mobile phone and took the initiative to send a WeChat message to Song Qingrui: [Are you still angry?]

Lin Fanyue: [I said a bit too much last night, I’m sorry.]

She waited and waited. After waiting for an hour, Song Qingrui replied lightly: "It doesn't matter, I'm not angry anymore."

What a nonchalant reply.


Chapter completed!