My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 107 Weiwei, are you deliberately giving us a chance?

Xu Yueqing: "So you think you can just hurl insults because you don't know anything? After you've finished insulting me and found out the truth, you just say it's a misunderstanding?"

Zhou Lingyan and Bei Weiwei fell silent.

Xu Yueqing continued, "Zhou Lingyan, don't you always say Chen Bo is your man? Your first reaction to 'your man' is disgust?"

Zhou Lingyan wants to die!

Xu Yueqing: "Bei Weiwei, your first reaction is to feel nauseous?"

Bevy's eyes were already brimming with tears.

Xu Yueqing: "You don't love him at all!"

These words were like a knife, piercing the hearts of Zhou Lingyan and Bei Weiwei.

Zhou Lingyan wanted to refute, but she found that she had no reason to.

She did find the photo disturbing.

She did indeed curse, and the curses were quite nasty.

Bevy finally shed tears.

She put down her phone and covered her face with her hands.

She cursed at Chen Bo.

She called her boyfriend disgusting.

How could she do this?

Doesn't she love him?

Wasn't she willing to do anything for him?

Didn't she wait for him for three years?

Why was her first reaction to seeing the photo disgusting?

The more Bei Weiwei thought about it, the more upset she became, and the more she blamed herself.

She grabbed her phone, wanting to send Chen Bo a message to apologize, but her fingers were trembling so much that she couldn't type anything.

She threw her phone aside, buried her face in the pillow, and cried her heart out.

Among the five golden flowers.

Zhou Lingyan stared at the screen, her face changing from red to white, from white to green, and from green to purple.

She wanted to curse Xu Yueqing, but couldn't bring herself to do it.

She wanted to defend herself, but didn't know what to say.

She thought about the photo for a moment.

Zhou Lingyan's face started to burn again.

It's not disgusting anymore.

yes----

She bit her lip, tossed her phone aside, slumped onto the sofa, and stared at the ceiling.

That photo is all I can think about.

Is that really Chen Bo?

Bei Weiwei lay on the bed, her eyes swollen from crying, still blaming herself.

Zhao Lulu hid in her private photo album, looking at that photo over and over again, her face flushed and her heart pounding.

Li Man sat in the study, holding a glass of red wine, staring at her phone screen.

That photo —

Her heart started racing again as she remembered what Xu Yueqing had said.

"It was no match for the firepower Chen Bo unleashed on me."

Now she understands.

This is more than just not good enough.

This is simply—

Li Man put down her wine glass and took a deep breath.

No wonder Xu Yueqing was so determined to get back together with Chen Bo, preferring to lean against the wall and cry in a luxury car rather than laugh on the back of a bicycle.

This man certainly has the looks to drive women crazy.

Li Man's face began to burn.

She is a workaholic with almost no romantic experience.

It's not that she has no suitors, it's that she doesn't find any of them attractive.

Those men were either greasy, boring, or arrogant; none of them could move her heart.

But now—

She stared at the photo on her phone screen, her heart pounding faster and faster.

No, no, no!

Li Man shook her head frantically.

That's the man all my girlfriends are fighting over.

How could she—

But that photo seemed to have a magical power, making it impossible for her to look away.

She zoomed in, zoomed out, and zoomed in again.

The more I look at it, the more my heart races.

The more I look at it, the more embarrassed I get.

Finally, she placed her phone face down on the table and covered her face with her hands.

"Li Man, wake up!"

But reason is one thing, the body is another.

Her heart was pounding non-stop.

She picked up her phone again, scrolled up, and saw that the photo was still there.

After staring at it for a few seconds, she pressed save.

Then she closed the group chat and put her phone aside.

He picked up the glass of red wine and drank it all in one gulp.

She needs to calm down.

The impact of that photo was truly immense.

Even for a seasoned heiress like her, this was the first time she truly experienced what it meant to be smitten.

the next day.

Bei Weiwei felt like she was about to cry herself to sleep in the bathroom.

No, she cried herself unconscious on the way to the airport.

She sat in the back seat of the van, with her mother next to her and her father in front of her. Outside the window, the street scenes of Haicheng rushed past, and she held her phone in her hand, the screen showing her chat history with Chen Bo.

Bei Weiwei: "Honey, I still can't go to your competition this time, waaaaah————"

Chen Bo replied, "It's okay, I'll go again next time."

Should we go again next time?

This is a song he wrote especially for her!

But what about her?

She's going to attend her distant great-aunt's 80th birthday celebration!

"Weiwei, why haven't you said a word the whole way?" Her mother turned to her, looking at her with concern. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Bei Weiwei forced a smile, "I'm just a little tired."

"We have to go, even if it's tiring," her father said without turning his head. "Your great-aunt has always doted on your mother. This is her 80th birthday, and our whole family has to be there. As for your company matters, let the vice president handle them in a few days."

Bei Weiwei bit her lip and didn't say anything.

What could she say?

I told him I was going to accompany my boyfriend to record a show, and he specially wrote a song for me?

Her parents are unaware of Chen Bo's existence.

When she bought the villa last time, she said it was an investment, and her parents praised her for her good judgment.

If she knew she bought it for a man, she'd probably explode.

Even Old Wang's son wouldn't spend this much money to woo a girl.

You're willing to pay for a man's hotel room, that's one thing, but to pay for a villa?

Are you kidding me!

"Mom," she tentatively began, "could I—go tomorrow? There's something really important today—"

"What could be more important than your great-aunt's birthday banquet?" Her mother frowned. "Your great-aunt is eighty this year, and her health isn't good. This might be her last time—"

Bei Weiwei: "—"

Fine.

If she insists on this accusation, she'll be considered unfilial.

She lowered her head and continued looking at her phone.

In the group chat of the "Five Golden Flowers," Zhou Lingyan was frantically spamming the chat.

Zhou Lingyan: "@Bei Weiwei, are you serious? You're not going to watch Chen Bo's game again?"

Zhou Lingyan: "You had something to do in the sixth episode, and now you have something to do again in the seventh?"

Zhou Lingyan: "Weiwei, did you deliberately give us this opportunity? You're such a good best friend!"

Zhao Lulu chimed in: "Lingyan, you're wrong. How could Weiwei do that on purpose? She must really have something going on."

Zhao Lulu: "By the way, Weiwei, have you prepared the things you asked me to bring?"

This morning, Bei Weiwei hurriedly prepared a gift for her boyfriend, wrapped it up carefully, and had her assistant deliver it to Zhao Lulu.

Thinking of the gifts inside, Bei Weiwei's face flushed.

She sent Zhao Lulu a private message: "It's ready. My assistant will deliver it to your company before noon."

Zhao Lulu: "What is it? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Bei Weiwei: "You—you'd better not be so curious."

Zhao Lulu: "It's not a bomb, is it?"

Bei Weiwei: "————Nonsense."

Zhao Lulu: "What's that?"

Bei Weiwei bit her lip and typed: "Just give it to him for me, don't ask so many questions."

Zhao Lulu sent an "OK" emoji, then added, "Don't worry, I will personally hand it over to Chen Bo."