three

After finishing the meal, I really took a stroll by the river. The river breeze has a very refreshing scent, unlike the sea breeze, which always carries a sticky and damp odor. Ling Qianfan's mood inexplicably soured; although he had been joking with Beifei all the way, his smile always appeared weary. Later, he stopped the car and slightly curled the corners of his lips: "May I borrow your shoulder?"

Then I will wait for you at the intersection of Lianhua Road East at 9 o'clock tomorrow. However, I left my postcards at home. When do you have time to return to Melbourne with me? I will show them to you then, how does that sound

Ling Qianfan was rendered speechless by her retort. He snatched his photo back from her, wrote a few words on it, then fished out his wallet from her handbag and stuffed it inside: "Consider it that I cannot argue with you. Even if I have spoken to you, who knows whether you will hold a grudge and give me another dose of laxative one day."

"A friend of women," Beifei chuckled, "he also said you once had a famous saying, that every flower boy was once an innocent young man. Is that true?"

Beifei tapped her forehead, perhaps it was truly time to let go of the past. She couldn't remember who said that the best way to forget a romance is to start a new one. She tilted her head to glance at Ling Qianfan, his teeth were quite good, so by any measure, she wasn't at a disadvantage.

She once asked Xi Rongrong: "Did I say something wrong? It was his mother who took someone else's husband and broke up another family—she feels guilty, which is why she is afraid that someone will take her son away. Having done such a morally reprehensible thing, how could she possibly have such a filial son?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Qianfan handed over the signed photo, smiling radiantly: "Rest assured, I am not so poor as to mistreat you."

Seeing Ling Qianfan so furious yet helpless, she finally felt that she had regained half a city. She smugly brainwashed Ling Qianfan: "Having reincarnated as a woman with great difficulty, I should be a princess during love and a queen after marriage! Don't expect me to be your maid..." In love, one must start by brainwashing the man from the very beginning, making him recognize his position, to avoid him becoming arrogant later on! Especially for someone like Ling Qianfan, who has been spoiled by women, if you position him as a concubine, it is still thanks to your charming looks! One must start by brainwashing the man from the very beginning, making him recognize his position, to avoid him becoming arrogant later on! Especially for someone like Ling Qianfan, who has been spoiled by women, if you position him as a concubine, it is still thanks to your charming looks!

Without waiting for Beifei to agree, he took the initiative to remove his suit and drape it over her, naturally leaning against her shoulder. Beifei thought to herself that his movements were too fluid, as if he had never been rejected due to his good looks since childhood. She kept murmuring in her heart, push him away, kick him, push him away, kick him, but seeing his brows still furrowed even with his eyes closed, she felt reluctant to poke him with her little finger.

Xi Rongrong comforted her by saying: "It is not you who is at fault, nor is it Yang Yue. The mistake lies in the fact that you should not have sought out such a person"

Do you not like it

Ling Qianfan let out a long breath: "Money, money, money, all you remember is money!"

Beifei held the instant camera, and after a moment of joy, she hesitated. Upon careful reflection, she felt a bit disheartened. Ling Qianfan had come to pick her up early in the morning, and he had not missed a single detail from breakfast to the meeting gift. They entered the state of being in love very quickly—after all, even a luxury Ferrari sports car should have some time to accelerate, right? ... But he showed no signs of hesitation, moving with remarkable skill and ease, as if ... as if he had done the same thing many times before and was already quite proficient at it. But he showed no signs of hesitation, moving with remarkable skill and ease, as if ... as if he had done the same thing many times before and was already quite proficient at it

She does not know whether Yang Yue is the right person, she only knows that they cannot overcome that barrier, the barrier set by his mother. No matter how close they are, it cannot change the fact that he is blood-related to his mother.

Ling Qianfan took the instant camera from her hand and snapped a picture of her in a rather awkward pose. While vigorously shaking the photo, he laughed and said, "Well, it seems that no one who is more handsome than me is wealthier than me, and no one who is wealthier than me is more handsome than me. So, in this case, you have no choice but to choose me."

Beifi couldn't help but scoff: "Who knows how many wallets you change in a year"

While attending that class, Yang Yue was also sitting nearby. She couldn't remember how many times they had argued about breaking up. Upon hearing this, she playfully said to Yang Yue, "Look, even the professor says so. Your mother is right; there is only one person who gave birth to you, but a wife can be replaced by anyone, right?" However, Yang Yue was stubborn and sulking, yet he remained unyielding: "There are countless people, but I just happened to meet you."

No

Oh, oh, oh, alright, alright, it's fine, it's fine, I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry

After hanging up the phone, Beifei finally came to her senses. I agreed to exchange postcards with you today, but I did not agree to meet you tomorrow, did I? Upon further reflection, it seems I indirectly agreed to go back to Melbourne with him—back to Melbourne?

Perhaps sensing her movements, Ling Qianfan drowsily opened his eyes and smiled as he spoke: "What time is it? Shall I take you back?"

What should she say to me? Beifi glanced over, and Ling Qianfan shot her a glance before he could ask further—she actually knew something was amiss. Clearly, Su Wan had said she would return to her hometown for a period of leave, yet just a few days later, she hurriedly went to work at a new company, and it was under the reputedly cunning Gu Fenghan, who had secretly maneuvered to take over Fangyuan Tiandi. Ling Qianfan always subtly probed her for news about Su Wan. Initially, she thought Ling Qianfan was being disloyal, even targeting the woman whom his direct disciple Fang Fei was infatuated with. However, she soon realized it was not the case—one night, she saw a slender man escorting Su Wan back. Under the streetlight, it was not very clear, but it vaguely resembled the cold demeanor of another young man in the family portrait of Ling Qianfan.

Ling Qianfan was puzzled, and Beifei explained: "There is a joke online that says the habit of the Koreans is that whatever is the best, it belongs to us. So traditional Chinese medicine is theirs, the Dragon Boat Festival is theirs, and Chinese characters were invented by them... The Indians, on the other hand, are different; their habit is that whatever is ours, it is the best. Therefore, the Ganges is the greatest river in the world, and the Taj Mahal is the most beautiful building in the world... The Indians are different; their habit is that whatever is ours, it is the best. Therefore, the Ganges is the greatest river in the world, and the Taj Mahal is the most beautiful building in the world... Do you understand?"

Do you sleep in in the morning? What time would be suitable for me to call you?

Beifei let out a scoff, took out the photo from her wallet, and smiled like a little lecher: "I suddenly recalled an anecdote"

Ling Qianfan shook his head and sighed, taking out another package from the box on his lap. It was a Polaroid camera, which he gently placed in her hands: "I don't know what you like, nor do I know what to give you, but since you usually enjoy taking photos, I hope this piques your interest. I hope I haven't guessed wrong."

Ling Qianfan's gaze revealed a hint of anticipation, and she smiled while shaking her head. The feeling of soaring through the clouds that had persisted from last night to this morning suddenly cooled down. She knew that asking this question might make Ling Qianfan angry again, or he might smugly think that she was jealous, yet she couldn't help but hold back her words: "What did you give your other girlfriends on their first time?"

At 9 o'clock the next morning, the phone rang punctually. Beifei suddenly leaped out of bed, exclaiming, "Heavens, I actually experienced insomnia for the first time in my life, and then overslept this morning!" While brushing her teeth, she hastily ran her fingers through her hair in front of the mirror and sprinted at a hundred-meter dash speed to the intersection at the east end of Lianhua Road. From a distance, she saw Ling Qianfan's car parked there, which was not the much-talked-about red Ferrari from the company, but rather the Volkswagen he drove yesterday, a deep blue color. She couldn't discern the specific model. She squeezed into the car, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and smiled, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to; I woke up late— I really used to get up early every day!"

Ling Qianfan smiled cheerfully and, without any courtesy, shot Bei Fei a glance: "Then you can go hungry; remember to buy two bowls next time."

She quickly finished the entire bowl of porridge, and seeing Ling Qianfan looking at her with a mix of amusement and helplessness, she smiled and asked, "What’s wrong?"

There is nothing that can be done about this; you are inherently gossipy, and Fang Dashao often likes to use you as a comparison to prove that he is a great romantic.

Ling Qianfan's smile stiffened slightly, and after a moment, he spoke softly: "Beifei, I am not quite clear about your thoughts. Perhaps you have a bit of a romantic obsession, feeling that the current me is quite terrible. To be honest... I also think I am quite terrible. If possible, I would like to present a pure version of myself to get to know the current you. But... if I had known you back then," he forced a bitter smile, "who could have predicted what would happen? Now, saying such things might make you feel that I am trying to excuse my own absurdity, but I cannot erase the past. The only thing I can assure you of is my future."

He explained with exceptional seriousness, so much so that Beifei felt a bit guilty. She chuckled awkwardly, took the instant camera from his hands, snapped a picture of him, and vigorously shook the photo paper, smiling as she handed it to him: "Please sign it; who knows, it might be worth something if we take it out!"

Lynn of Ah San. "Fake foreigner," Beifi squeezed out a smile, suddenly recalling something, "Have you... have you been to the Golden Gate Bridge?"

She suddenly began to understand what kind of psychological state is represented by the phrase "entangled to death." As for the theory of love—it's not that she, Bei A San, is boasting; although she has only been in love once, she could certainly come up with a plethora of theories. Back in university during a philosophy class, a female teacher who was said to be a psychology professor stunned the students with her opening remark: "There are countless men in the world who can be our husbands; there are also countless women who can be your wives." The students erupted in laughter, saying, "Teacher, aren't you teaching us that anyone can be a husband or wife?" The teacher, however, smiled and said, "I am merely telling you that in the event of a breakup, do not feel as if the sky has fallen; there are still countless eligible men and women available for you to choose from."

Ling Qianfan was taken aback for a moment; upon seeing her expression, he realized she was joking. He self-deprecatingly remarked, "Truly, a single misstep can lead to eternal regret"

What did she say to his mother? ... Oh ... . ... She said: You are right, I deliberately seduced your son to let you experience what it feels like to have something you cherish most taken away from you

What is the difference between Indians and Koreans

Ling Qianfan smiled but said nothing. Beifei pouted, too lazy to care about how he managed to buy the chicken congee from Yue Se. After all, it was his money, and she didn't feel sorry for it! She happily scooped a mouthful and savored it, feeling warmth spread all the way to her stomach, while pretending to be polite, she asked, "Have you eaten?"

Oh, oh, oh, I remember, I remember, the postcard, I remember.

Ling Qianfan reached out to gently press on her two panda eyes, smiling with a particularly charming demeanor: "Are you unable to sleep because you miss me?"

Contentment brings happiness, which is not bad at all. Ah San, Ah San..." Ling Qianfan smiled, trying to call out the name a couple of times, as if he were addicted to it, in an affectionate and ambiguous manner. He wrote the two characters "Ah San" in a flamboyant style on the back of the photo, then, feeling quite satisfied, placed it in his wallet. He leaned close to Beifei and said with a smile: "Now I am also the best."

Yet he was the one who walked alongside her in the shadows during such a long period of time

He suddenly abandoned her like this, leaving her unable to find any trace of him. The hospital staff said he had resigned—perhaps he will go to Germany, to the University of Munich Medical School, which had once been his dream to pursue further studies.

Oh, I forgot to remind you when I sent you back just now. We talked about exchanging postcards today, and I am worried that you might forget to bring them out tomorrow, so I am calling to remind you again

She turned her head slightly, and Ling Qianfan was sleeping very peacefully on her shoulder. He was still holding her hand, his long fingers warm in her palm, a gentle warmth seeping in. Could Ling Qianfan be the right person? As soon as this thought arose, she found it amusing and unconsciously shook her head. How many suitable women must there be around Ling Qianfan to choose from?

Is the Guangdong color not opening in the morning?

The voice, warm and slightly intoxicating like fine wine, seems to evoke the smile in the corners of Ling Qianfan's peach blossom eyes.

Ling Qianfan drove her through the enchanting moonlight, and she found herself at a loss for words, the playful banter of the past subdued by the hazy atmosphere. Ling Qianfan drove with great steadiness, unlike the typical wealthy young man who likes to show off his driving skills; the journey was smooth. Casually, he asked, "Do you know that Su Wan has started working at Ahan?" Ahan, as mentioned by Ling Qianfan, naturally referred to his cousin Gu Fenghan. Bei Fei responded with a soft "oh" but did not engage further. Ling Qianfan tapped the steering wheel again and inquired, "Has she mentioned anything to you?"

The war of two women, she did not have the last laugh

Ling Qianfan took out a fountain pen and placed it in her hand, encircling her hand with his. As he prepared to sign on the back of her photo, he curiously asked, "I often hear people in the company calling you A San, A San. What is the reason for that?"

It is me

Beifi asked with a smile, "Are you angry? It's just a laxative, why hold a grudge? Next time, just use arsenic instead."

It was merely a sense of unwillingness; he had only tossed a few autumn spinach leaves her way, and she was utterly defeated.

Upon returning home, I saw Su Wan looking lost and dejected, which has become her recent norm. Bei Fei settled onto the sofa with a bag of sunflower seeds to watch the rented TV series, hoping to observe any changes in Su Wan's expression. Unfortunately, she could not discern anything. Her mind was in disarray, and after one disc finished playing, she remained oblivious, staring blankly at the screen frozen on the cast list for quite some time. Just as she regained her senses and was about to change the disc, her phone suddenly rang.

"Ah San, the phone is ringing, Ah San, the phone is ringing!"

The phrase "A knife above the character for color" is indeed accurate. Bei Fei steadied herself, determined to reclaim lost ground tomorrow. She stared at the ceiling in frustration, pondering for a long time, and finally pieced together some clues—today, Ling Qianfan confessed to her, or at least it could be considered a confession. Well, let's say it is, and then what? Then... there was no request for her consent! There was no process, it went straight to the point; with just one phone call, he arranged tomorrow's date and everything regarding her return to Melbourne. She secretly despised herself, Bei A San, you really have no backbone!

Disregarding the disdain, she entered the room obediently, took out a thick stack of postcards from the iron box, examined them for a long time, and finally selected the postcard featuring the Golden Gate Bridge to return to the drawer. She then wrapped the remaining stack in a newspaper and placed it into her handbag

Beifei smiled triumphantly, flipping through the photos, but the simple few words caused her smile to freeze on her lips

He spoke each word very slowly and seriously, pausing for a moment before continuing: "My previous girlfriend... my first girlfriend, I gave her a pot of orchids. Later... I don't remember much about the later ones, to be honest, I had everything: fresh flowers, jewelry, sports cars, houses... I had it all. This instant camera is the second time I have seriously chosen a gift for a girlfriend. It's not expensive, I just... thought you might like this."

It is not the case; for example, when I buy a watch, there are better options available. However, at the time of purchase, I cannot afford them, so I can only settle for a piece that is adequate. Then I comfort myself by telling myself that this piece is quite good. By engaging in this long-term self-hypnosis, even when I see better watches in the future, I will still feel that none can compare to the one I have.

Beifei's feelings of guilt instantly dissipated, truly narcissistic! Ling Qianfan leaned to the side and took out a large box, from which he presented a bowl of mushroom and chicken porridge to her, saying: "This is the breakfast I bought for you, in Cantonese style."

Ling Qianfan chuckled on the other end of the phone: "I am in a hurry"

What did he say about me

Ling Qianfan had a slight understanding: "Oh... so your habit is... as long as it is your possession, you believe it is the best?"

This is still the new ringtone that Xi Rongrong set for her on Friday, and it must be changed later. A strange number; she stared at her phone for a long time before answering: "Hello, may I ask who is this?"

The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with a smile, and Beifideng was instantly choked up, filled with resentment, to the point that her features nearly twisted—how is it that the lost territory has not yet been reclaimed, and I have willingly handed over several cities? Truly, the old grievances have not yet faded, and new hatreds have been added!

Although the air conditioning is on and it is warm, Beifei shivers. How is it that in just one day, I have sold myself and even promised to deliver the goods to the door

Are you of mixed heritage

What is the origin of this saying

I do not sleep; I wake up early every day

Beifei chuckled and said: "Yes, yes, remember this well, I only like your money; your beautiful appearance can only come in second!"

His smile is bright like the warm sun in winter, instantly overshadowing the cold moonlight by the river.

One of Wu Zetian's favorites, someone was flattering, saying that Liu Lang's face resembled a lotus flower. However, there was another person who was even better at flattery, saying it was not that Liu Lang's face resembled a lotus flower, but rather that the lotus flower resembled Liu Lang's face. Bei Fei laughed and turned to Ling Qianfan, playfully lifting his chin and saying, "I think you are quite similar; it is not that Ling Lang's face resembles a peach blossom, but rather that the peach blossom resembles Ling Lang's face"

What is it that you want to discuss

However, it has been proven that the one in ten million her can never compare to the one hundred percent mother. In a moment of anger, she said something out of spite to his mother, and he actually took it seriously. She waited for him at the marriage registration office all day, from dawn until sunset, but he did not come.

Ling Qianfan whispered in her ear, "If you poison yourself with arsenic, I will take it too"

Beifi felt uncomfortable being held by him and muttered, "It's just that Indian fellow!"