Mango ice is very delicious.

The retired soldier king, Han Yu, never dreamed that simply going to a hotel to interview for a bodyguard position would lead to............
Han Yu felt helpless, "Miss Lin, I'm sorry......."
Lin Qingya was both embarrassed and angry, "Sorry? Is sorry useful? Kneel down for me!"
......
The next day, a photo of Miss Lin of Lin Corporation passionately kissing a stranger exploded across the city. Every street and alley buzzed with talk of how the Iceberg Female CEO was nothing more than a hypocrite in public, secretly keeping who knows how many lovers.
At the board meeting of Lin Corporation, the directors united to pressure her, demanding her resignation from the company because of the damage to the corporation's reputation caused by Lin Qingya.
For her own honor and the reputation of Lin Corporation, Lin Qingya dialed that man's number.
"Hello, Han Yu, it's me, Lin Qingya."
"Meet me at the civil affairs office in half an hour, I'm going to marry you!"
With his medical diagnosis in hand, Han Yu said, "I'm sorry, but I refuse!"

Iceberg Female CEO's Unparalleled War King

International Trade Plaza, where luxury brands cluster, a single piece of clothing easily costs three to five thousand yuan, truly not something ordinary people can afford.


Take, for example, the Balmain suit Han Yu is wearing, the shirt alone costs three thousand two hundred yuan, the suit twenty-eight thousand. If you added underwear, socks and the leather shoes he paired it with, this outfit would easily come to no less than forty thousand yuan.


Others might not know the truth about Han Yu, but Yu Manli was definitely aware.


When Li Mengting was with Han Yu, she never held back from complaining about Han Yu's poverty in front of Yu Manli.


Compared to those rich second-generation kids, Han Yu was indeed not wealthy, but he was not stingy with Yu Manli. He gave her plenty of holiday gifts, whether it was cosmetics or necklaces and rings, each time spending at least a thousand yuan.


Chapter 19: What kind of thing are you, to dare to steal my man?