The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (79)
He Nanxi figured that he should be able to support Bai Weiwei in the future, so he had to work harder.
Bai Weiwei looked haggard as she watched He Nanxi walk out of the door.
He Dongling coldly hmphed, “This confession is simply not reliable. What passionate love, he’s small and young without a sense of responsibility. Say love and love, say don’t love and don’t love……”
He hadn’t finished talking yet.
When He Nanxi ran back again and stuck his head through the door, panting.
He said to Bai Weiwei: “Yes, my brother, that person is bad, he’s mean and doesn’t care about face. You must not believe him about anything.”
He Dongling: “……”
Then He Nanxi threw out the heavyweight bombs, “And he was paralyzed, it’s estimated that down there won’t rise easily, so don’t remarry him.”
Blue veins bulged from He Dongling’s temple.
He Nanxi, who wasn’t afraid of death, added some more heavy insurances, “He has bad breath, athletes foot, he snores, doesn’t shower, loves to pick his nose……”
He Dongling’s face was as black as a pot, “He Nanxi, you want to die, right?”
He Nanxi expressionlessly pulled the mask around his neck over his face, then turned and ran.
Anyway, to get Bai Weiwei to hesitate and not marry his brother for even a second longer.
He Nanxi would do anything.
He Dongling watched He Nanxi run out. If it weren’t for his lame legs, he would be charging out to beat that little rabbit.
He let loose a deep breath for fear of getting really angry.
Then he hesitantly glanced at Bai Weiwei.
She sat on the sofa with dim eyes and a pale complexion.
He Dongling couldn’t help but call out, “Weiwei?”
After noticing, Bai Weiwei lifted her head and reluctantly smiled, “It’s nothing, I just didn’t expect that Nanxi would have those kinds of thoughts toward me.”
He Dongling was just about to throw He Nanxi under the bus too.
When Bai Weiwei whispered: “So some people can like a woman like me, ah.”
He Dongling’s heart was pierced, he frowned and said: “What do you mean, you’re very good.”
It was like all his previous flirting around was a lie.
Now this sentence was the greatest truth in Dongling’s heart.
Possessing family background, wealth, and the ability to work.
Bai Weiwei could dump those women in the Pacific Ocean.
Life and death together, depending on each other when rich or poor.
It turned out it wasn’t bullshit, Bai Weiwei had made those words a reality.
Such a woman like, how could no one not like them.
Bai Weiwei had a self depreciating smile, “My family is poor, I was a hostess, had a failed marriage, no education, no specialization, average work ability. I know myself, He Dongling.”
He Dongling’s lips were pursed, “Those are all external.”
Bai Weiwei calmly said: “But, others all look at the external factors. You were so anxious to tell me Nanxi liked me just now. Wasn’t it because you wanted me to recognize my identity, because you didn’t want me to be with your brother?”
He Dongling retorted, “I just wanted to let you know that his feelings aren’t reliable. Why are you so unconfident, you deserve a better person’s affections.”
Bai Weiwei’s eyes became indifferent, “You think an abandoned woman like me is worth a better person’s affections?”
This sentence made He Dongling go quiet.
Bai Weiwei suddenly bowed her head. Her clean and beautiful face and her crystal clear eyes, were all chilled.
She whispered, word by word, “Is that better man you?”
He Dongling’s heart was struck severely, he lowered his head.
He held the wheelchair handrail in a death grip. The playboy, He Dongling, who’d seen all kinds of scenes.
Couldn’t say anything for a moment.
He wished to reconcile with her.
He liked her. It was clearly the truth, but in the face of Bai Weiwei’s cold, calm eyes, he couldn’t even speak.