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Xie Min was reminiscing about her childhood. At this moment, she didn't notice that Ivy had thrown the cobblestone in her hands behind her back. Ivy also put on her mask. After running three laps around everyone, Xie Min didn't catch up. The encirclement around Ivanki broke up, and everyone applauded and cheered.

By the time Xie Min regained her senses, it was her turn. She had never played this type of game before, and the mere thought of it caused her tears to flow uncontrollably.

Since this was Xie Min's first time playing the game and she had no practical experience, she was naturally ambushed by those "old gangs". She was punished for performing a performance in the middle of the circle, and Xie Min decided to sing a song called "Happy Birthday to You". She was asked to find a partner to perform a French version of Romeo and Juliet for Ivechi. It was difficult to refuse such a generous favor. Xie Min only needed to search for a partner amongst the crowd. Xie Min had initially chosen a young American woman wearing a mask, but this "young American woman" kept backing away as she said, "NO, NO …" From the tone of her voice, Xie Min could tell that this person was a lady. She dropped another one and was still rejected. Just then, from the crowd, a man wearing an Afghan leader's mask with a handful of black beards stepped out.

Xie Min only knew how to perform ordinary social dancing, but that "Afghanistan" seemed to be completely oblivious to everything. With every step, she would step on Xie Min's toes, causing everyone present to burst out in laughter.

"Do you know how to dance?" she asked in French.

"Nope." the man answered in French.

"Then why did you come out and ask me to dance?" Xie Min asked. At this moment, her toes were stepped on again. She struggled to pull away from the man's feet, carefully moving her feet.

"I saw you standing there awkwardly by yourself, so I volunteered to help you out." he said righteously.

"Then don't step on my feet!" Xie Min was getting impatient.

He lowered his head slightly and began to pay attention to his steps, but his arm was around Xie Min's waist, and they were very close together. Because of the mask, he could only bend his head to a angle of ninety degrees to see his own steps, but the current situation did not allow him to bend his body to a angle of ninety degrees, so he could only look down at a 45 degree angle to see Xie Min's chest. As he watched, the meat buns that were towering in height quivered, making him feel as if his entire body was on fire.

Under the pressure of nervousness and excitement, the person wearing the 'Afghanistan' leader's mask became even more unruly. His foot began to step on Xie Min's foot again. This time around, it was much more solid than before as it broke the laces of her crystal high heels. Everyone burst out laughing. The atmosphere in the hall also reached its climax.

The party was still going on, and Xie Min limped out alone. The pair of crystal high heels she was wearing now were bought at home and were relatively cheaper. She had never thought of buying shoes in a place like Camphor Street because everyone knew that this was the most bustling commercial street in France. The items in each store seemed unremarkable, but in reality, they were all top international fashion brands.

However, this is not in China, and there are no repair shoes on the streets. He gritted his teeth and walked into a shoe store. For fashionable French women, they never wait until their shoes are broken before buying them. They usually buy them when they see them looking good. As for whether or not they wear them, it is a mystery how many times they wear them.

The shop assistant greeted Xie Min politely and led her around the shop. From time to time, he would recommend new high heels for her.

Xie Min chose a pair of simple, dark, overseason styles.

However, when Xie Min paid the bill, she realized that the amount of money in her bank account was not even enough for this pair of shoes. Her cheeks were as red as the fiery clouds in the west.

At this awkward moment, a figure flashed by and handed a bank card to the shop assistant.

Xie Min's gaze followed the direction of the hand. Why was it him? She remembered that she had seen this man at the French Fashion Festival, and that he was the only one blocking her way on the platform.

Xie Min looked at him with disdain. The melancholy in his eyes was mesmerizing.

"Miss, use mine." Ji Long said brightly.

"Why are you using yours?" Xie Min had an unsightly expression on her face.

"Because it's me …"

Xie Min looked at Ji Long's expression and suddenly recalled that the person who wore the "Afghanistan" leader's mask at the party was him.

Thinking up to here, Xie Min took the bank card from Ji Long and said to the shop assistant, "Paint this one."

After buying the shoes, Ji Long explained to Xie Min that he didn't know how to dance, so he would always step on her feet.

The two of them walked down the street of France after exiting the shop. From time to time, Ji Long would glance at Xie Min out of the corner of his eye. This sort of beauty could be considered one of the best whether it was in the East or the West. Ji Long was also young, and the hormones in his body were already splitting. It could be said that he fell in love with Xie Min at first sight. He invited Xie Min to the Starbucks, where the two of them recounted their origins. From Ji Long's perspective, Xie Min was from a single-parent family. Her prejudice against Ji Long was immediately dispelled.

In the coffee shop, Ji Long asked for Xie Min's MSN. Every night, Ji Long would chat with Xie Min over the internet. Ji Long was a professional model. Sometimes, his schedule would be very full, but no matter how tough it was, he would go online before going to sleep. He knew that there was a shiny picture waiting for him on the other end of the net. Every weekend, Ji Long would invite Xie Min to watch his show. After a while, their feelings had grown deeper and deeper. If Ji Long had an appearance at night, he would use his cell phone to log on to MSN and send Xie Min the recorded scene so that she could share in her success.

Xie Min also advised him to pay more attention to his body. The two of them began to fall in love in Paris, the romantic capital.

After Tang Tianbao heard Xie Min's story, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife. He really wanted to meet that Ji Long and see just how much stronger he was.

However, when he found out that Ji Long was the son of Chaozhou Season's real estate magnate, Ji Tianhua, a sense of inferiority and failure took over his heart.

One happiness and the sharing of friends became two happiness, and one suffering and the sharing of friends reduced by half. The sad women are a good narration, and the men are a good place to stop. Xie Min could no longer find a man to listen to what she had to say. She did not have many male friends, and Ji Long had already left her, so he could no longer hear her crying. Tang Tianbao's expression had already changed to one of liking her, she did not like this person and naturally could not ask him to speak any further.

Xie Min thought of her assistant, Yu Meng, and told her all of her worries. As for Yu Meng, she told Tang Tianbao. In this way, Tang Tianbao could be considered an indirect listener, but he was a direct victim.

Xie Min's story was like a ticking time bomb that exploded inside Tang Tianbao's mind. All of Tang Tianbao's fantasies had been completely destroyed. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu …" Ji Long was actually the son of Ji Tianhua, the famous season real estate boss of Chaozhou City. Tang Tianbao and Ji Long were simply incomparable. If one were to compare the two of them, then one would fly in the sky and the other would crawl on the ground. It was as if they were made of mud.

There was no competition, and the outcome was already decided. One was in a tank, with countless lethal weapons on his body, while the other was crawling on the ground, unarmed. This battle had determined that Tang Tianbao was a loser. However, Tang Tianbao was not grief-stricken because he didn't even have the qualifications to grieve.

Yu Meng later told Tang Tianbao that Xie Min and Ji Long had fallen in love, and the two of them had been engaged for a lifetime in France. Ji Long returned home without saying goodbye, and Xie Min gave up her studies and good prospects and followed him back. As Yu Meng spoke to here, Tang Tianbao suddenly turned to Yu Meng and said, "Damn, how boring!"

"Don't you like her?" Yu Meng probed Tang Tianbao.

Tang Tianbao's eyes stared at Yu Meng for a long time before he resolutely said, "I've never liked her before …"

"Tang Tianbao, you don't even think about what you're talking about. You actually boast shamelessly that you've never liked him before." Yu Meng's temper flared up again. She quipped, "You said you didn't like her?"

Tang Tianbao walked back to his desk. His heart felt as if it was being pierced by a knife. On the surface, he only acted as someone else. He knew that there was no hope left for him, but he didn't want to give everyone a face of defeat. Sometimes, men were the kind of people who cared about face and suffering.

For the sake of face, Tang Tianbao only needed to swallow his broken teeth. He pretended that nothing had happened and continued working as usual. In this company, other than Yu Meng, no one knew that Tang Tianbao liked Xie Min.

Xie Min still habitually recounted her story and Yu Meng to him. He didn't ask for Yu Meng to come up with any tricks to help him; just a recount would reduce the pressure on her heart. Otherwise, she'd really go crazy. Yu Meng was also tactfully a listener, because the boss' words were her job. These days, Yu Meng's job was to sit across from Xie Min and listen to her as if she were a primary school student listening to a lecture.

Tang Tianbao's sudden appearance interrupted Xie Min's sweet memories.

"Director Xie, are you busy?" Tang Tianbao politely asked.

Xie Min glared angrily at Tang Tianbao, the 'uninvited guest'. When Yu Meng saw this, she hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Little Tang, Director Xie gave me a mission. If you have anything to say, you can go back and wait."

"Thank you, Director …" Tang Tianbao called out again. In his heart, he was extremely excited. Xie Min wasn't giving him any missions, she was just talking about his romance. Tang Tianbao was not used to it. It was partly because he was jealous, and partly because he and Mo Luo had designed a "cool down" summer outfit, he had already given it to her for over a week now. There was still no news from her, so he wanted to ask her about this. Since he had failed in love, he couldn't fail in his career again. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have the face to get that intern Mo Luo to call him master. He had actually lost all his face.

"You didn't …" Xie Min's voice was laced with tears, "Didn't you hear what Assistant Yu said?" Do you need me to repeat it again? "

The anger in Tang Tianbao's heart surged. He stared at Xie Min with the same serious expression. The unyielding and competitive spirit in the man's heart suddenly rose. He really wanted to educate this decadent woman, because she was the CEO, her heart couldn't just be a girl, the company was in the starting stage, many opponents were staring at this new life in the dark, everyone was eyeing it covetously, no one wanted this new company to grow and grow, so they no longer had to worry about sharing the new company with them. As the saying goes, a shopping mall was like a battlefield. In fact, a shopping mall was much more complicated than a battlefield. On the battlefield, it was clear that they were going all out and killing each other, while the shopping mall was secretly playing tricks on them. It was easy to dodge an arrow in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.