110: Love cannot be achieved through persistent pestering.

Mao Jiajia said disdainfully, "You're just too soft-hearted. Is there anyone in this world you can't shake off? Hurry up and find a new Boyfriend. Let's see how he can still pester you."

Liu Lei glanced at Wu Fan, "Excellent men are already taken, they're hard to find."

Mao Jiajia sighed, "That's the honest truth. I also want to find a good man, preferably rich and generous, the kind who can support me, haha."

Lin Daixi didn't interject. She was secretly glad she got together with Wu Fan.

After entering King of Glory,

Wu Fan sent each of them a beautiful skin to cheer them up.

After the game started, Liu Lei still played support, following Wu Fan the entire time.

To be honest, Wu Fan's jungling skills were indeed excellent.

They played four rounds and won all of them.

Lin Daixi put down her phone and said, "No more playing, I want to chat with my sister. If we keep playing, it'll be too late."

Wu Fan understood, "Alright, let's play next time. You can wechat me to play together anytime."

Mao Jiajia said, "You're a busy man, how could we bother you to play games?"

After she finished speaking, she gave Wu Fan a meaningful look.

In her heart, she had also been looking forward to Wu Fan's storm.

But after so long, he still hadn't shown any initiative, which made her a little unable to guess his thoughts.

After they kissed last time, there was no follow-up, and thinking about it made her feel a little annoyed.

Could it be that she wasn't good enough, that she didn't catch his eye?

She was very confident in her skills.

After all, she had interacted with many men; what kind of grand occasion hadn't she experienced?

She really wanted to find a stable patron like Wu Fan, who could support her forever.

Then she wouldn't have to irregularly find temporary Boyfriends in the 'Private Partner' group.

Too many perverts entered the group, which also made her feel a bit tired.

She hadn't looked for a man in the group for over a month.

A few times, the group offered high prices, but she didn't dare to go. It was likely that several men pooled their money, and it wouldn't be worth it to go.

Wu Fan understood Mao Jiajia's unspoken meaning, "If you don't call, how do you know if I'm free? Call a few more times, there's bound to be one time I'm free, right? I'm happy that you're willing to call me."

He raised an eyebrow at Mao Jiajia.

Mao Jiajia pushed up her glasses and laughed heartily.

Liu Lei was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang. She looked down and saw it was Zhou Tong calling.

A hint of doubt flashed in her heart. Was he coming to make amends?

She pressed the answer button.

"Liu Lei, are you playing games with Wu Fan again?"

"I just watched the game. You were playing Yao again, riding on Wu Fan's head. Was it especially thrilling and fun?"

"Why didn't you invite me to play games?"

"Am I your Boyfriend or is he?"

"Are you mute? Speak up!"

His barrage of questions stunned Liu Lei.

They had been in a cold war for several days, and he actually called to scold her about this, instead of trying to appease her. This was truly outrageous.

Liu Lei's cheeks flushed with anger, and she said coldly, "Zhou Tong, let's break up. This time it's for real. I'm going to block your phone number and wechat. I wish you find a woman more to your liking."

She hung up the phone directly. Then she blocked Zhou Tong's phone number and wechat.

She threw her phone onto the sofa and let out a breath, feeling relieved.

She glanced at Wu Fan and smiled helplessly.

Mao Jiajia walked over and hugged Liu Lei, "Sister, well done! For a difficult man like him, the faster you kick him out, the better."

"It's better to find a rich scumbag than him; at least you can get some benefits. With him, besides giving, you get nothing, and you have to put up with a lot of anger. It's not worth it."

Liu Lei smiled bitterly, unsure how to respond.

Lin Daixi reminded, "Zhou Tong won't give up that easily. He might already be on his way here."

Mao Jiajia said, "If he dares to come, just let Brother Fan beat him up. This man is just cheap."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Everyone looked at the door at the same time. He really came?

Even by plane, it wouldn't be this fast, would it?

Mao Jiajia asked, "Should we open the door?"

Liu Lei thought for a moment, "We have to face it eventually. I'll open the door."

Wu Fan reached out and stopped her, "I'll go. What if he does something drastic?"

Liu Lei's eyes darkened, and she nodded.

Wu Fan walked over and opened the door.

Zhou Tong was drenched in sweat, and seeing Wu Fan, his eyes instantly filled with rage.

He grabbed Wu Fan's collar and roared like a madman, "Wu Fan, why do you always ask Liu Lei to play games? Don't you know she has a Boyfriend?"

Wu Fan sneered, raised his hand, gripped Zhou Tong's wrist, and with a slight twist, Zhou Tong cried out in pain.

Wu Fan twisted gently, and Zhou Tong painfully squatted down.

If he didn't squat down, his wrist might have been broken.

Wu Fan said coldly, "Liu Lei has made it very clear that she broke up with you. Why are you still harassing her? Are you tired of living?"

Zhou Tong looked up and said viciously, "What's it to you? Who are you? Is it any of your business? We're just having a temporary disagreement; we'll make up soon. Let go of my hand quickly."

Wu Fan pulled him, making him fall face first, and then let go of his hand.

Zhou Tong struggled a few times, got up, ran to Liu Lei, and knelt down with a "thump," "Lei'er, please don't break up, okay? I really can't live without you, I really like you. Please don't break up, okay? Without you, I'll die."

Liu Lei turned her head and said coldly, "Our fate is over. You should leave. From now on, we're strangers."

Zhou Tong, however, hugged her thigh and pleaded bitterly.

Wu Fan couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over, grabbed Zhou Tong's belt, and lifted him up, "You're a grown man, crying and whimpering, it's embarrassing. You want to die, right? Dying is too simple. Go stand in the middle of the road. You won't die kneeling here."

Wu Fan dragged him towards the door, "I'm warning you, if you dare to harass them again, I guarantee I'll break your dog legs."

Zhou Tong struggled desperately, "Wu Fan, what are you doing? Let go of me."

Wu Fan raised his hand and slapped him, "Still yelling?"

"Let go..."

"Slap."

"Let..."

"Slap."

Zhou Tong was slapped four times in a row by Wu Fan and finally quieted down.

In the face of absolute strength, even the most arrogant person will become weak.

Wu Fan threw him at the door, "Get lost, don't appear here again. Next time I see you, it won't be small slaps, but big slaps that knock out your teeth, understand?"

"And don't even think about harassing Liu Lei. Once I find out, I'll definitely break your dog legs."

Wu Fan picked up the broom behind the door and, in front of him, lightly struck it with his hand, instantly breaking it into two pieces.

"See? I'm not joking with you. Don't whine about wanting to die. If you want to die, go back to your hometown first and say goodbye to your parents. It wasn't easy for them to raise you."

Wu Fan kicked his butt, "Still not getting lost?"

Zhou Tong was stunned by Wu Fan's actions. After getting up, he stumbled and ran away.

He had truly lost all face, looking just like a clown.

Liu Lei watched all of this with a cold expression.

She finally understood that if love relies on persistent pestering, it will never last.

He roared on the roadside and completely disappeared into the crowd...