This wealthy family is too rich for me

Jing Yiren nodded in confusion, "Yes, I am, you are..."

The little reporter girl happily shook the work card in her hand, "I am a reporter for a fashion magazine. I saw your design and I really like you. I thought it was me when I saw you shopping here just now." wrong."

At the end, the little girl praised sincerely, "You are prettier than the photo on your scarf."

"Scarf?"

Jing Yiren hesitated, "What's the picture on the scarf?"

The little girl was a little surprised, "Don't you know? It was the scarf you sent out today, and it was reposted by many people, including business tycoons and movie kings!"

Jing Yiren raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled, "I rarely wear a scarf, it's just for publicity."

The girl smiled, but suddenly saw the soft and cute Jing Doudou, and asked curiously, "Is this your child?"

When Jing Yiren mentioned Jing Doudou, his eyes softened, "Yes, this is my son Jing Doudou, I am a single mother."

The little girl exclaimed slightly, "Oh my God, you are so young..."

At the end, the little girl continued to ask with some embarrassment, "Then is it convenient to ask who the father of the child is? I'm sorry that it might be rude, but I'm just curious about who can be worthy of my goddess."

Jing Yiren looked at the little girl's flushed face and smiled, "I'm bereaved."

Jing Yiren brushed the broken hair next to her ear, changed the topic inadvertently, and asked the little girl in front of her with a smile, "I don't know your name yet."

The little girl was taken away from the topic in a stupid and cute way, "Ah...my name is Song Wenzhao, and this is my business card."

Song Wenzhao hurriedly took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Jing Yiren.

Jing Yiren married with a smile, and then Song Wenzhao said goodbye to them and left in a hurry.

Jing Yiren didn't dare to delay too much, and left with Jing Doudou after shopping quickly.

When she got home, Jing Yi had time to seriously brush her scarf.

Let’s not talk about the countless private messages, the countless comments on Aite and the successful reposting scared Jing Yiren. Only then did Jing Yi understand the power of the Internet and experience the feeling of being an Internet celebrity for the first time.

No, Internet celebrities don't have her ostentation.

Countless business tycoons forwarded it, as well as the upsurge in the entertainment industry caused by the actor's forwarding. In the end, some well-known supermodels also forwarded it. Come to a feeling that half of the scarf is her world.

So far, her advertisement has been very successful, and now everything is ready, just waiting for the opening to make a profit.

But Jing Yiren's eyes stayed on the accompanying text that Dongfang Yanhe forwarded.

It's time to prepare a grand wedding for your loved one.

So, is he planning to marry Zhao Xiner... For some reason, Jing Yiren's heart hurts a little.

This person was still making her heart pounding at the door of her house yesterday, and now she promises other women with her dreams, and she is still the woman she hates the most.

Jing Yiren smiled bitterly, heh, so she was expecting something.

Ever since Zhao Xiner forwarded Dongfang Yanhe's scarf on her scarf, she has been looking forward to Dongfang Yanhe's proposal to her every day, looking forward to marrying Dongfang Yanhe's wealthy life every day.

It's a pity that they didn't wait so long, it was rare for Zhao Xiner to rest, she thought that she couldn't be so passive, she should take the initiative.

So she wanted to give Dongfang Yanhe a surprise, and didn't inform Dongfang Yanhe. The receptionist at the front desk naturally knew the old lady in the future, so she didn't dare to stop her. She watched her get into the elevator, so she hurriedly called Call the secretary's room upstairs.

Zhao Xiner was happily thinking about Dongfang Yanhe's expression when she saw her later, but at this moment, she heard the staff standing aside talking about the scarf.

"Hey, let me tell you, didn't the boss repost the scarf of the designer Jing Yiren, who is especially popular recently? And when did you say that you will give your loved one a grand wedding..."

When Zhao Xin'er heard this, she raised her chin proudly. Everyone knew that she was Dongfang Yanhe's fiancée, so the words were naturally meant for her.

But before she finished her complacency, the clerk continued to say, "I see, those words were meant for that Jing Yiren!"

Zhao Xiner's face froze, but she didn't speak, and continued to listen to their conversation.

"What kind of logic? None of us know that our future proprietress is Zhao Xiner!"

Another clerk said in disbelief.

"Really, if you don't believe me, watch Jing Yiren's competition video a few days ago, she said it herself, what she wants is a grand wedding or something.

Besides, the CEO hasn't married that Zhao Xin'er for so long. It's been three years, and the marriage has already come to fruition. As soon as Jing Yiren put on the scarf, the CEO forwarded it. When did the CEO pay attention to this? "

The little clerk went on and on and on.

Zhao Xin'er's face had turned dark, and her whole body was surrounded by low air pressure.

Everyone in the elevator box was quiet, except for the little clerk who was still talking non-stop.

With a sound of "ding--", the elevator door opened. Without saying a word, Zhao Xiner glared at the clerk, and said coldly, "From tomorrow onwards, you won't be going to work."

When the clerk saw Zhao Xiner, she was startled and apologized in panic, "I'm sorry Miss Zhao...I..."

Zhao Xin'er sneered and said, "Don't look for me, look for your Jing Yiren, don't you like to gossip? I'll let you go home and chat enough."

After speaking, Zhao Xiner stepped on her thin high-heeled shoes and walked out of the elevator, heading for the CEO's office.

The people who left the elevator were silent, and the clerk who talked a lot stood there blankly, a little at a loss.

At this time, a staff member whispered, "She is not someone from our Eastern Group, why fire the staff!"

Another small voice interjected, "The director of the personnel department is her friend. If a small employee is fired, the president doesn't know. Of course she can do whatever she wants."

The talkative clerk burst into tears, and said in a confused voice, "I...I can't live without this job, my family depends on me...I rely on me to support the family...I'll ask for it. she……"

Speaking of which, the little staff stumbled towards the president's office.

At this moment, Zhao Xiner was in a very bad mood.

She never expected that the words that made her extremely happy were actually what Dongfang Yanhe wanted to say to Jing Yiren.

So she retweeted that scarf like an idiot?Hehe, it's really funny.

Dongfang Yanhe saw that Zhao Xin'er, who had an ugly complexion, appeared at the door of his office. Instead of going in, he just stood at the door and stared at him.

Dongfang Yanhe pursed his lips, and took the initiative to speak after a while, "Xin'er, why are you here?"

Zhao Xiner tried her best to make herself look heartbroken, she opened her mouth with trembling lips, her voice unconsciously carried a little trembling cry, "Yanhe, do you want to marry me or not?"

Dongfang Yanhe frowned, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Zhao Xiner turned her face away, her eyes were slightly red, she looked very sad and moving, "Then do you still love me?"

Dongfang Yanhe was silent for a while, and then said after a while, "Come in and talk."

Looking at his calm face, Zhao Xiner already knew the result.

She walked into the office and walked to the sofa. Her long hair covered her side face, making her look even more charming.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Dongfang Yanhe put the pen in his hand into a cap, looked at Zhao Xiner seriously and asked.

"Because of a scarf?"

Zhao Xiner laughed at herself, "Because you said on your scarf that it's time to give your loved one a grand wedding, I was looking forward to your proposal like a fool, but I found out later that this is Jing Yiren's dream. "

When Zhao Xiner smiled, tears fell down.

"So if I left you back then, and you fell in love with Yiren after you married Yiren, why did you provoke me again? Is it more fun to play with me?"

Looking at her like this, Dongfang Yanhe felt extremely distressed.

That's right, he and Zhao Xiner have been together for three years. If it wasn't for the company's problems, they didn't get married. Otherwise, Zhao Xiner would have been his Oriental wife long ago.

But why didn't he go and marry her after the crisis was resolved?Even Dongfang Yanhe didn't know why, and he didn't know why he didn't propose to Zhao Xiner for so long. As long as he proposed, Zhao Xiner would definitely agree to him.

Perhaps, at that time, he had already seen his own heart clearly, and he was looking forward to seeing a certain figure that he thought about day and night, but he gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

Therefore, the reason for not getting married for three years is probably to expect someone to come back.

Dongfang Yanhe felt a little guilty. For his so-called face, he missed a best girl, and also delayed the youth of another girl who loved him for three years.

Can't go on like this.

If it continues like this, no one will feel better, and it will be a kind of harm to everyone.

Dongfang Yanhe had long wanted to find a time to clarify this matter, but he was always entangled, entangled in his feelings for Zhao Xiner, entangled in Zhao Xiner's life-saving grace to him.

But since Zhao Xiner took the initiative to bring it up today, she might as well make it clear.

It's not an option to waste like this.

Dongfang Yanhe pursed his lips, pondered for a while, and couldn't bear to hurt her, but after a moment of silence, he said cruelly and with a heavy heart, "Xin'er, let's break up."

Zhao Xiner's face was full of tears, and she looked up at Dongfang Yanhe in disbelief, her eyes were full of sadness and sadness that had nowhere to rest.

Her lips trembled, she opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but she couldn't say anything, all the words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

Zhao Xiner grinned silently, tears streaming down her face.

Dongfang Yanhe didn't dare to see Zhao Xiner, nothing made Dongfang Yanhe more afraid of her tears than this moment.

Zhao Xiner was really sad.