Qin Ying considers himself not to be a nosy person. As I said before, he has no shortage of flattery when he is out, and no one disrespects him, but he doesn't care about these things.

But now, one after another, they are stepping on his head and jumping around, and those who like him treat him as nothing.

The rich second generation's delicate self-esteem was greatly hurt, and generally he was depressed.

The melancholy second generation's fighting power was even stronger than before. He folded his arms and stood up coldly, his legs straight, his fingers lightly stroking the loose hair at his temples.

The vague eyes lingered intentionally or unintentionally, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of dog-like sarcasm.

"Oh, you never know until you see it. Our Miss Zheng is really observant and always guesses correctly. How about..."

Through the gaps between his fingertips, the little boy's deliberate provocation had initial success.

The sweetheart he loved so much finally took a moment to look at him from the other men.

The look seemed to be both angry and furious, and the young master didn't care whether it was good or bad. What he cared about was that he could grab Yu'er's attention from other men.

No matter what method is used, as long as the result meets expectations, I win.

The teasing gaze met the person's eyes in the air, one side was entangled, the other side was indifferent.

The rich second generation's deep black pupils were filled with Yu'er's slim figure as he wished, and Qin Ying's heart trembled when he saw the clear black and white pupils.

He tried hard to stop the unbearable joy that was gushing out from his heart.

Isn't it just a look of respect? Why should I be so disappointing?

After a brief struggle, he was the first to be defeated, and his sight shifted slightly.

Then he looked back suddenly, and the next second a sad and resentful tone echoed in Yu'er's ears.

"Miss Zheng has guessed everyone else, so you can't be partial. Guess me!"

"Hahaha, I'm so happy. Hearing his extremely complaining tone, someone who didn't know would have thought our Brother Jie Ao had just been released from the cold palace.

I'm dying of laughter, Miss Zheng... Oh, after hanging around for so long, I guess our Jie Ao brother has thought about this countless times, Miss Zheng... Hahaha!"

"That's right! I'm not saying you've ruined your image as a proud, rich second-generation kid, you know that? You're so jealous! Tsk tsk tsk tsk! I can even smell this overwhelming sour smell off-camera."

"Brother! Isn't being a rich second generation attractive? Why are you acting like a widower? Seriously, it's quite funny."

"Before, Brother Jie Ao said: No woman in the world is worthy of me, don't touch me, don't touch me, don't talk to me.

The current Jie Ao Ge: He took out a small handkerchief from his sleeve, looked miserable, and cried, "Wife, don't look at those bad men, look at me instead!" Sob, wiped his face with a handkerchief, tears streaming down his face.

"Really? My brother vividly demonstrated that you couldn't reach me before. Now I'm kneeling down. Do you want to reach me? If you don't, I'll cry louder than anyone else."

Everyone present was aware that this was a wealthy second-generation who relied on his parents for support and had no shortage of money.

Now that people have named her, Yuer can't just pretend to be dumb and not say anything.

She looked at Qin Ying, who was being unreasonable and staring at people with seductive eyes.

The look in his eyes was full of persistence. Yu'er, who was held by him and refused to let go, began to think about where she had been careless.

If you offend this big Buddha, you need to keep a close eye on your own faults.

I thought about it again and again, but I couldn't find any sign of offending anyone.

This rich second-generation man rarely speaks and always looks serious when facing people.

His smooth jaw was slightly raised, unconsciously revealing a bit of arrogance.

When he looks at people, he never looks straight at them, but habitually glances down at them with disdain.

He doesn't talk much, and Yu'er rarely deals with him, so there is no way for him to offend anyone.

Even though I couldn't figure it out, I still had to save face.

After all, there were millions of salary hanging in the balance. Yu'er looked up in confusion at the rich second generation's increasingly hot and resentful gaze.

Facing the man's reluctant gaze, she never left his side.

She smiled, and the forbearing gazes coming from all directions became more and more unrestrained, but she was not affected and spoke naturally.

"Qin Ying really wants me to guess?"

The deliberately witty words were an attempt to ease the inexplicable tension between the two.

As soon as Yu'er finished speaking, she saw Qin Ying's face became even uglier.

The man slowly lowered his eyelids, his expression unclear as to what he was thinking.

His face was shadowed and he was silent for a while. Then he looked up at someone who had a beautiful smile but spoke in a very distant tone, which made him feel very unhappy.

Qin Ying curled her lips in dissatisfaction, her proud face full of displeasure.

"I'm not trying to cause trouble. You know I'm not a talkative person. I'm just giving you a suggestion.

Look at what you called other male guests. You called Yao Shuyan Brother Yan, and although I didn't hear you call Mr. Chen what he was called, you definitely didn't call him by his full name.

There is no need to say more about Luo Nian, you are most familiar with him.

I really don't want to say much, we have been together for so long.

I really don't care about discrimination at all. Really! Really! I don't care at all.

I just think that it's too strange for you to call me by my full name after we've been together for so long.

Actually, I am more used to people calling me Aying. My family and friends all call me that.

I'm used to it, what I want to say is, right, you know what I mean."

He spoke at great length, his eyes fixed on me impatiently.

Yu'er's mind was a mess because of him, and the live broadcast room was even more happy at this moment.

"I don't care, I really don't care.

I don’t care if you call others brother, I don’t care if you call me by my full name, I don’t care about anything.

I can only crawl in the dark behind the scenes, in great pain and extreme distortion. I really don't care about anything!"

"I'm dying of laughter. This is the first time I've understood how funny a rich second-generation person can be. It's really hilarious.

On the surface, he says, "I don't care, I really don't care," but in reality, my second-generation brother cares deeply from the bottom of his heart. He cares a lot."

"Crazy roar JPG, why, why do you call others brother intimately, and call me Qin Ying, can't I, Qin Ying, get a brother? He is almost twisted with jealousy."

"Why call me brother? Ah Ying, I'm coming, Ah Ying, I'm coming, Ah Ying, I'm coming. (PS No, sister, I'm getting goosebumps.)"

Yu'er's lips trembled, and Qin Ying looked straight at her with expectation.

After calming down for a long time, Yu'er finally said, "Hello... Xiaoying."

Listening to Xiaoying's call in my ear, my sweetheart's voice is gentle, sweet and cold.

It was this call of "Xiaoying" that fell into Qin Ying's ears. The rich second generation, with his mouth twitching, had no time to think of sweet things.

Damn Xiaoying!

The audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see the frustrated expression on the rich second generation's face, and many of them fell over laughing.

Even the team behind the scenes who were closely watching the live broadcast, and the male and female guests who were following the scene in real time, were all trying their best to control the upward curve of their mouth corners.

Afraid that the petty-minded rich second generation would see this and hold a grudge against him.