Is Xi Rui's heart as strong as her own?

  Now Mi Mi doesn't want to go on a date at all.

  If she hadn't heard the news about Winnie being pregnant, she wouldn't have agreed to Lou Jian's invitation, nor would she have used Lou Jian's temporary interest in her to plot this conspiracy. Of course, there also wouldn't be the anxiety of hesitating back and forth at this moment over whether or not to see that man surnamed Lou.

  She actually wanted to know some private things about Winnie. Although Winnie was her leader in a roundabout way, and she had to attend every department meeting, the only impression Winnie gave Mimi at that time was enchanting, with a hint of intelligence. Such women are always noticeable, regardless of gender. Before, Mimi didn't pay much attention to Winnie because of her enchanting charm.

  In fact, she didn't like gossiping, but now she was trying every means to get to know Winnie Masha. All because of Fu Xierui, who had kept her awake for many days.

  At noon, she took TOMMY to take pictures. In a rather large-scale amateur event nearing its end. In Mimmy's view, it was an extremely amateurish game close to low-level taste. It fully reflected the rich people's fantasy about spotlights and star dreams.

  Tommy is the kind of rich young master who grew up in a superior environment and graduated from university smoothly. Now he's chirping and chattering, wanting to give her a ride.

  She asked TOMMY "Do you have a cigarette? I'm tired and want to smoke one."

  TOMMY was actually surprised but deliberately showed a seasoned expression "Haha, I don't have anything on me except for cigarettes." He said as he handed one to her and comically pulled out his lighter to light it for her. The way he acted was just like a pimp trying to curry favor with the madam of a brothel, anyway it was still cute.

  At this time, the ball came over, and someone walked closer from a distance. Mimi took the lighter and drove the ball car familiarly to another lane, leaving TOMMY alone with a camera, looking silly with a brain full of question marks.

  The lower field is almost empty.

  The car stopped and she walked unsteadily past it, crouching in the small dark area behind. It was just a small patch, but at noon on the third day of the heatwave, the sunlight covered everything, and the whole body was wrapped in invisible heat, with the smell of parched grass rushing from all sides. Sweat and fatigue flowed down naturally.

  With a crackling sound, she lit up the Chinese cigarette and took a deep drag. She raised her head, and the strong sunlight at noon was like gamma rays piercing into her sour eyes, but she didn't flinch.

  Half an hour ago, she argued with the target player to prevent the stadium from being paralyzed, resulting in a verbal conflict. Although she was scolded, she still reconnected the broken chain. Before she had time to take a sip of water, MARSTER's voice suddenly blasted from the intercom. When she rushed to another scene in a hurry, she found out that her familiar ball handler had played a joke on her to see her. MARSTER had scolded Mimy without saying a word after hearing the boring ball handler say "We've been blocked for over an hour".

  At that time, there were still 20 minutes before the restaurant closed. She wouldn't go and complain to the owner of the joke either, because the root cause wasn't the joke or its owner itself, was it?

  What was waiting for her was still a fine.

  She extinguished the cigarette and turned the ball cart back to its original position. TOMMY's face, which had been scrunched up like a bitter melon, suddenly brightened up. The sunny boy beside her didn't make her feel any sunnier at all. She remained silent, and just as she was about to end this half-day of work in silence, TOMMY spoke up.

  "Mimi, you're really pitiful. You even have to hide to smoke a cigarette, you care too much about what others think, it's so tiring."

  "I just try not to expose my weird self in front of everyone." After a while, Mimi replied.

  After the last ray of sunset had faded, Mimi walked home from work. Lou Jian's urgent text messages came one after another. Fortunately, her phone was set to vibrate; otherwise, she would have thought it was infected with some unknown virus.

  Still in room 5. This time, Mi Mi didn't dress up, her pale face and work uniform with a faint scent of sweat. Lou Jian smiled "Are you challenging my love? But no need to challenge, I've lost, I really feel heartache."

  Then he came over and pulled her down to sit, then snapped his fingers towards the door, and the soup that Mimi liked last time was delivered in front of her. Everything was natural and smooth.

  "Winna's child is Qin Tian's."

  Lou Jian's words had just been spoken when Mi Mi's ladle slipped from her hand in an instant.