Linglong warned me: "Lin Wanwan, don't say I didn't remind you. You are a 28-year-old divorced woman, and you are not the 18-year-old Wang Ziling in Qiong Yao's novels. In today's society, it is absolutely impossible to meet Fei Yunfan. Moreover, I heard that Ji Lingfeng has a wife."
Cheng Mimi also spoke with rare sincerity: "Sister, there is an age difference of eighteen years between you and Ji Lingfeng. It is certainly not a bad thing for a rich, powerful and handsome uncle like him to be attracted by him and fall in love. But the bad thing is that he is too famous. I am afraid that if you are not careful, you will be ruined."
All I can say is that there is really no such thing as empathy. My cheating ex-husband left me without a tile or an inch of land in this city, my family was separated, and I had no career - and they actually talked about such nonsense about love with me! Like Chen Yaowen, the relationship that went through ups and downs ended up in such a state of poverty. Is there love in this world?
I smiled bitterly: "I just want to live a better life, and one day I can have my children come back to me. I don't care about love! How can there be any love in this world? There is nothing between Ji Lingfeng and me. He just helps me out of kindness -"
Linglong murmured: "All extramarital affairs begin with men's occasional kindness——"
I sneered: "What extramarital affairs! For men, it's nothing more than extramarital desires and intramarital calculations - where can there be love!"