Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

Chapter 132: Do I look good?



Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Do I look good?

On Sunday, after Qiao Yun had finished breakfast, Li Miao arrived.

Li Miao was a polite child. Seeing Su Mian, she greeted her, “Auntie, good morning. I’ve come to take Qiaoqiao to play.”

“Okay, go ahead. It doesn’t matter if you come back later.” Su Mian trusted Li Miao very much.

“All right.” Li Miao turned to Qiao Yun and said, “Qiaoqiao, let’s go.”

“Wait, I need to grab something.” Qiao Yun asked Li Miao to wait a moment, and then went upstairs to get her phone.

When Qiao Yun came downstairs with her things, she was stopped by Lu Ting.

This time there was no feigned kindness on Lu Ting’s face as she started with a sneer, “So, you’re quite close with the Li Family?”

Qiao Yun didn’t answer, just looked at her with clear, distinct eyes.

“What do you think it means when a man treats you differently from others?”

With a smile on her lips, as if for her own good, Lu Ting said, “Of course, it’s because you’re pretty. If you didn’t have that face, do you think anyone would still be nice to you? Would anyone want to be friends with you? You’re too naive. Some things are better not taken seriously.”

For all this time, this was the first time she had provoked Qiao Yun.

She was supposed to act understanding and well-behaved.

But when she saw Li Hanzhou, she couldn’t help herself.

One Pei Yao was bad enough; why was Li Hanzhou also so close with Qiao Yun?

Was Qiao Yun planning on playing both sides?

Qiao Yun looked at Lu Ting, her gaze colder than usual.

Lu Ting felt an inexplicable sense of oppression and couldn’t help but take a step back.

“You’re jealous,” Qiao Yun stated her disgrace.

Lu Ting found it hard to smile, “Why would I be jealous of you? I grew up in the city, clothed in silk and satin, while you had a hard time in the countryside, right?”

Qiao Yun didn’t respond to her tantrum but looked at her with a look of pity, then left downstairs on her own.

Lu Ting: “…”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She was choked with resentment, stuck in her throat.

What she hated the most was Qiao Yun’s disdainful attitude!

She had a happy family and a life without worry about food and clothing; she should be the one looking down on Qiao Yun!

After Qiao Yun left the house, she saw Li Hanzhou standing at the front of the car.

Dressed in a white shirt, with sleeves rolled up, the top two buttons undone, he looked distinguished and casual in his stance.

Qiao Yun watched him.

Li Hanzhou watched her back.

In their mutual gaze… Li Miao: ????? Wow, I feel like I’m glowing, like I could become a Buddha right on the spot.

Qiao Yun stopped two steps away from Li Hanzhou, looked up at him, and asked, “Am I pretty?”

“…”

Li Hanzhou hesitated, if he didn’t know Qiao Yun, he really could have misunderstood.

He chuckled softly, “You are pretty.”

Qiao Yun: “Oh.”

With an expressionless face, she turned around, opened the car door, and got in.

Li Hanzhou: “…?”

Isn’t she supposed to be happy when praised?

The car headed towards Starlight Amusement Park.

Li Hanzhou looked sideways, his eyes fell on Qiao Yun’s tense little face, and he asked her, “Aren’t you pleased to be told you’re pretty?”

“Is it true that if you’re pretty, you have friends, and if you’re not, you don’t? Can a person’s character be judged by their appearance?”

Qiao Yun was a bit perplexed.

What kind of friends was she looking for?

If they befriended her for her looks, were they real friends?

Li Hanzhou laughed, Qiao Yun’s thought process was always different from others.

“Do you think I talk to you because of your face?” he asked.

Qiao Yun countered, “Isn’t it?”

Li Hanzhou met her naive, clear eyes, her delicate and youthful face…

Hmm…?

He was actually at a loss for words??

Before Li Hanzhou could answer, Qiao Yun asked seriously, “Isn’t it?”

Li Hanzhou’s smile stiffened.

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