Chapter 1 Blind Date

Twenty-seven-year-old Luo Qingqiao no longer longs for love.

But when faced with blind dates arranged by family members, I still feel intimidated.

When the thirty-five-year-old, middle-aged balding gentleman opposite was talking about giving him three children after marriage, she couldn't help but interrupt: "Sir, you haven't listened to my ideas."

Even though her anger was almost full, she still spoke in a gentle voice.

This is probably why she is often treated as a weakling in life.

"You women, you just think too much. Don't worry, I have plenty of money." He threw away the car keys and said, "BMW X Series."

He approached Luo Qingqiao and tugged on the gold chain around his neck: "It weighs a pound."

Luo Qingqiao had an awkward but polite smile on her face: "But..."

"If I have money, I can ask this lady to give me three children? What a good thing."

A frivolous voice interrupted their conversation and threw his car keys over: "Ferrari's latest model, give me a chance to jump in line?"

His slender fingers were clasped to the table, and the diamond-filled Rolex and sapphire cufflinks showed his nobility. Looking up his arms, he saw a romantic face that would not be inferior on the screen.

The man's lips, which are naturally thinner than others, smiled, as if he had done it countless times before, contemptuously and indifferently.

It seemed that even if the sky fell, he would be singing, dancing and singing next to him.

But Luo Qingqiao could see a bit of contempt on his face.

Contempt for her.

She was caught off guard and whispered his name: "Zhou Fan."

"Hey." He put his arm around her shoulders with a smile, his gesture was particularly intimate, "Why did my dear come out and tease the stupid pig?"

"Is it fun? Take me with you next time."

The bald man sensed something was wrong from their conversation and angrily picked up his car keys: "You two teamed up to trick me, right?!"

He was so angry that the flesh on his chest heaved: "It was your family who begged me to go on a blind date, so I squeezed out time to chat with you in my busy schedule."

"Luo Qingqiao! Do you think you are a hot commodity? For a woman like you, I am too old to be my wife."

With a roar, he snapped his fingers and called the waiter: "A glass of Romanee-Conti."

When the drink was delivered, he poured it directly on the head of the noisy bald gentleman.

He casually signed a check and threw it over, and said nonchalantly: "Cleaning fee and bill payment, thank you for letting me watch a good show."

Then, Luo Qingqiao was pulled up by him and walked out of here half-hugging him.

The girl sitting next to him pulled out her earphones in surprise and looked blankly in the direction they left.

The voice on the phone was played, and on the screen was a face identical to Zhou Fan's.

"The new little girl Zhao Yan was reserved for two months and was finally taken over by Mr. Zhou. According to incomplete statistics, she is already Mr. Zhou's 32nd girlfriend in the entertainment industry. I wonder if she can fulfill her dream of becoming a rich man and squeeze out the best out of Mr. Zhou. How many resources..."

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After Zhou Fan appeared, everything today seemed to be at another extreme for Luo Qingqiao.

She seemed to be stepping on the clouds, not knowing where to go next, for fear of taking the wrong step and falling into the abyss.

As soon as he left the restaurant, Zhou Fan let go of his hand.

She had already put her whole weight on him, but she was caught off guard and fell directly to the ground.

My butt hurts.

Her expression was distorted for a moment, and she wanted to reach out and rub her butt, but she felt it was unsightly, so she forced herself to endure it.

Zhou Fan lost his previous care and smiled sarcastically: "You don't even know how to kneel. No one has taught you for so many years?"