This is also the reason why the plastic surgery industry has become increasingly popular in recent years.
Of course, due to the booming plastic surgery industry, several related companies under their Xingyu Group also made a lot of money.
"That's not the case. As long as it's not too ugly, don't bother with it. It's unfair to spend money and still suffer."
"Anyway, I'm not going to be a celebrity, and I don't rely on this face to make a living."
Su Qiao was really worried that this guy would go for plastic surgery.
After all, this guy has done stranger and more outrageous things in the past.
Sometimes, even a casual complaint from her would cause a big fuss.
"With your condition, you don't need plastic surgery, but you have obvious dark circles under your eyes, and there are bloodshot eyes. Did you steal vegetables last night?"
Cen Mohan unconsciously touched his eyes.
In fact, his dark circles have improved a lot.
"Stealing vegetables?"
"There are no vegetables to steal near my house." He would not do such a boring thing.
Su Qiao: “…”
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Cen Mohan saw that her expression was wrong and realized that there was something wrong with his answer just now.
"No." Why did she mention stealing vegetables to him? She had brought this upon herself and she would take the blame.
"You probably don't sleep very well, do you?"
He looked fine, except for the dark circles around his eyes. At first she thought it was because he was mixed-race and had dark eye sockets.
But if there are red bloodshot eyes, it is not caused by deep eye sockets.
"Yes, I have a sleep disorder and it is difficult for me to fall asleep. This is also the reason why I have been troubled. I have seen many doctors, but the treatment effect is not good."
Cen Mohan was very calm and looked at Su Qiao meaningfully: "However, it has eased a lot recently. It should be because the air in China is good and the water and soil are good for health!"
"That's good." Su Qiao just asked casually. When he said it was relieved, she didn't say anything more.
Cen Mohan glanced at the pretty boy with red eyes in the rest area.
"I thought you were really obsessed with looks. As long as you look good, you don't care about anything else."
It turned out to be just an excuse to get rid of this pretty boy.
I felt much better immediately.
Su Qiao stretched out his hand to block the sandbag that was swinging over, staring at him with a somewhat unfriendly look: "Are you making innuendos?"
"Do you think it's too superficial for me to keep talking to a classless and irresponsible mama's boy just to save my good looks?"
"I didn't say you're superficial, but besides having a good-looking face, what else is there in that man that's worth wasting your time talking to him?"
In the end, it's just that he hates her having any more contact with Wang Zhiyao.
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him and said, "Is it okay for me to be angry and want to take revenge?"
"If you want revenge, there's no need to drag it out like this, right?"
Wouldn't it be more satisfying to just stomp it to death in one go
Cen Mohan really didn't want to see her getting involved with that kind of man again.
He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would crush the man to death.
Of course, you can't do whatever you want in the country, but he has plenty of ways to get people out of the country.
"Is it okay for me to be bored?"
The more he refused, the more she wanted to do it.
Why should she compromise just because he is unhappy
Cen Mohan sensed her unhappiness and knew that this would only make their relationship more strained.
"OK."
"You can do whatever you want."
At worst, if something goes wrong, he will clean it up.
And now... he should just hold back! He was afraid that if he continued like this, he would scare people away.
"By the way, who are you to me? Why do you care so much?"
Su Qiao was speechless.
Even if we count their first meeting, they have only known each other for about half a month, right
Cen Mohan raised his eyebrows in a good-natured manner: "Friend, can't I ask?"