The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: The Most Realistic Revenge

"I’m still not awake, you go to work first, and come pick me up in the afternoon!"

After a long time, Huo Shiwen’s voice came from inside again. She was still unwilling to open the door, just trying to send him away.

"Huo Shiwen, is there another man in your room?"

Wang Qiheng continued knocking on the door, and his question infuriated Huo Shiwen, who yelled, "Wang Qiheng, what do you mean? I’ve been with you for seven years, and you doubt me? You don’t trust me! How dare you say that about me!"

"Just open the door. If there’s no one inside, I’ll apologize."

Wang Qiheng was now actually more eager to see how long Huo Shiwen would keep up the pretense.

"I won’t open it... you don’t trust me... why should I have to prove my innocence? If you think I’m cheating, then let’s break up, there’s no need to continue this relationship."

Huo Shiwen’s voice became agitated, but she still refused to open the door. Just then, Lin Fan arrived at the door with a smile, "Who left the Mazda downstairs? The tail lights are smashed, and there’s even a brick on the windscreen!"

"My car!"

Immediately, the door was pushed open, and a skinny man tried to rush out, only to be blocked by Lin Fan and

trust,

man realized he had been tricked and quickly retreated back into the room. Just like that, the two

Qiheng, what are you going to

enter, quickly stood in front of the man, and instead interrogated Wang Qiheng haughtily, as if he were the one who

my rented apartment, is it wrong for me to come

Wang Qiheng wasn’t as furious as before, but seeing his girlfriend of seven years protect another man hurt him deeply, yet he definitely had no intention of resorting to violence, as she simply wasn’t worth

chair, looking indifferently at the

won’t hide it anymore... he’s my

having come to this point, Huo Shiwen couldn’t keep up her act any longer and

boyfriend, then

realized that there have been problems between us for a long time? Every time we’re together, we have nothing to talk about; you only care about money, or going back to farm in the village. You have no idea what ideals, aspirations, or

future mean? Without money, wouldn’t you just end up in the countryside for life, probably already a mother to a bunch

straight at Huo Shiwen, a sneer

upward, but you remained stagnant, content with lagging behind, our cultural and social statuses have become different—you’re just a middle-school graduate delivery