I’m a Pervert?

Fang Tang helped her put on her earrings, and her gentle fingers carelessly touched her skin.

Her heart was dead. "That's not missing, that's stalking! What a pervert! I'm a pervert?" She became depressed. "I'm a pervert..."

"No, you just miss him too much, that's why you went to see him. Be good, don't cry..." Fang Tang comforted her softly, and her fingers brushed away the non-existent tears at the corner of her eyes. "If you cry, you won't be beautiful anymore."

"Who says? Even if I cry, I'll still be a great beauty..." Zhao Jia laughed and looked at the clothes she was wearing, "You don't have to dress so professionally. I'm the boss, so you can wear whatever you want. Just don't come naked. So... my best friend, pick a piece of clothing too, we'll go out later... and flaunt ourselves!"

"It's such a hot day... Aren't you going to rest?" Fang Tang was worried about her body.

"No, I'm going to the hospital for a checkup."

It could be.

Very soon, Zhao Jia changed into a purple dress, and sat in front of the dressing table. She picked up a lipstick, "Fang Tang, can a pregnant woman use this?"

"Can." They were their own products. They could rest assured.

Fang Tang also changed into a light blue dress, and a pair of white high-heeled shoes. She stood like a big sister behind Zhao Jia. She was staring at her, thinking that her best friend was really too beautiful. She was beautiful from all angles.

"How were the sales last night?" she suddenly asked excitedly.

"It was alright."

"Then... how are you, Miss Fang?"

"Very good."

"Then... can you do my makeup?"

Half an hour later, the two of them held hands and left the villa happily, heading to the hospital.

In the ward of Shangjiang City Central Hospital, Wanqing leaned against the headboard of her bed. The IV drips were still in place. Lin Qingyan leaned against the headboard of her bed and kept scrolling through Weibo. After she posted the group photo last night, the netizens' comments had changed.

They even praised her for being affectionate and loyal. Although Wanqing was in the dance industry, their friendship was posted on Weibo, a platform where they both had a lot of fans. This, added with Wanqing's accidental fall from the building, would make the netizens sympathize with her even more.

"Wan Wan, do you feel that Zhao Jia has changed?" she asked as she scrolled through Weibo.

"She hasn't changed. She's still acting like a fake. It's annoying just looking at her."

"She hasn't changed that much. She's just changing her way of pursuing Peng Zezai. Didn't you see how close Peng Zezai got to her last night? She's so Shameless. She's so hateful and thick-skinned."

Lei Wanqing's brown eyes darkened. She had not wanted to see Brother Peng, whom she had been calling 'Brother Peng' since she was young, go abroad five years ago. When he returned, he had an additional follower behind him. Zhao Jia, was not only brave, but she also used her family's influence to make Grandpa Peng proclaim that Peng Zezai and her were to be married. She hated herself for being so miserable. She had no power to rely on and could only rely on herself. That was why Grandpa Peng let Brother Peng marry Zhao Jia.

"I'll go!" Lin Qingyan suddenly exclaimed.

She had been scrolling through Weibo just now, but she did not expect that when she refreshed it, many marketing accounts would reveal that she did not do as she said last night. She stayed for at least an hour, and there were pictures to prove it. Only her face was clearly shown in the pictures, the others had all been blurred out, and all the marketing accounts had sent the same pictures. Only the order was different, and it was obvious that someone had bought them.

Zhao Jia! Not only was she recording, but she was also secretly taking pictures. Was she a spy sent by the paparazzi?

Lin Qingyan clicked open the comment section of one of the marketing accounts.

[ One look and you can tell that she was drunk. She looked the same when she was photographed drinking with someone. ]

[ It can't be. There are still people who use their best friend as a shield. Even when their best friend is injured, they still know how to put on a show! ]

[ It can't be. The people in the comment section are really jealous. I bet they're afraid they won't even come close to such high-class events for as long as they live. They are having fun in private. Why is it bothering you guys? ]

[ Private life or not, that's not the point! It's that she is not trustworthy and is still trying to quibble! ]

[ What bad intentions does Lin Qingyan have? It's just that she doesn't want to work and wants to earn money. ]

Lin Qingyan was so angry that she gritted her teeth and smashed her phone on the ground!

Wanqing looked at the phone on the ground. "If you're angry, she'll only be happier. I have an idea..."

Zhao Jia purposely did not go to the hospital where Wanqing was at and obediently followed Fang Tang for a check-up. A few days ago, she had no clue that she would suddenly wake up and turn 22 years old. She even had to come for a pregnancy test. After an onslaught of torment, it was already noon. She handed over all the checkup forms to Fang Tang for safekeeping, keeping only the medicine that the doctor prescribed for her.

"A few days ago, I wouldn't have even thought about pregnancy. I'm a young and beautiful girl, so how could I be pregnant!?" She put the medicine into her bag in despair.

"Shall we continue this afternoon?" Fang Tang looked at her with concern.

"Continue? Why do we need to come back? I've already done a check-up..."

"We need to check your brain."

"I really can't do anything about the amnesia. Can't you just let me be?"