Jiang Yue slapped the table and stood up, and ran to find the tall, weird neighbor with long hair who threw the plate around the door and knocked on the door to settle the score. She really didn't expect that this bad neighbor would actually use her in turn and get herself involved in it for the rest of her life. Her dream of marrying a second-generation rich man and becoming a rich wife was gone forever. When she saw the boss again, she was just a passerby. Alas.
Later, she reviewed it and found out where she was still wrong?
Did it start when she agreed to be the material for Zhuo Yao's new work?
Or did it start when she set her sights on writer Zhuo Yao's manuscript for a new show?
Ever since she was in high school, she had inexplicably become an art student and determined to be a host?
It started when her bad gambling father and her love-minded mother gave birth to her...
She couldn't figure it out. She always felt that it started with Zhuo Yao's melancholy eyes, but she couldn't remember the specific one. After all, Zhuo Yao looked melancholy every day.
Later, when she accidentally remembered this matter, Jiang Yue also asked Li Yuhuan and Feng Shihua.
Li Yuhuan was always serious, and her answer was: "I have long said that you and Zhuo Yao are the same kind and are destined to be together. What is there to review?"
Feng Shihua rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Jiang Yue, you are so obedient even though you are so cheap. You and I are still pretending to be innocent and ignorant. You don't care at all about Zhuo Yao's handsome face? I don't believe it."
Jiang Yue was so angry that she couldn't argue, but she was also murmuring in her heart.
How did she fall in love with Zhuo Yao? She couldn't be so lustful that she was so stupid, my God...
The true love story of an atypical money-worshiping girl and a typical neurotic
Intention: True love has nothing to do with anything else, it is just the mutual recognition and dependence of two real souls.
