America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 286 The original title was reviewed and deleted

Temir has noticed something is wrong recently.

It seems that after Lisa and Cheng Daqi returned from China, the relationship between them changed, but this change seemed natural.

Lisa is a little busier. After all, her new company is just getting started, which is understandable.

Cheng Daqi also saw her less frequently. He had three companies, MAS, ADE, and BTA, so it was normal for him to be a little busy.

At least it seemed that they all had their reasons, but Mi'er always felt something was wrong.

When Mr. Cheng just said that he was at Lisa's house, the rich black-haired woman finally saw what was going on.

From Cheng Daqi dragging Lisa to MAS as the vice president, then to President Cheng taking Lisa back to China, and then Cheng Daqi giving Lisa a sports car.

Step by step, the relationship between Cheng Daqi and Lisa is getting closer and closer.

The relationship between the three of them was slightly disturbed by Mr. Cheng, and earth-shaking changes took place.

Temir really meant well. She just wanted to care about the company she invested in, but this question was somewhat difficult to answer.

"What do you mean? Are you saying that Chan has really done this?" Tamire asked with a smile.

"Slander, can what happened to the pet blogger be considered malpractice for personal gain? And that's a cat, not a dog!"

The blonde girl glanced at her and didn't explain much, just complained to her best friend.

What a shame, how stupid people are to do cross-border travel in these days.

This feeling is not that pleasant, and Temir's character is particularly strong, which makes this feeling even more obvious.
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In itself, Temir was the dominant one in the relationship between the two of them, but now, she has become the one on the edge.

Temir stopped his impulse and continued to maintain a decent smile.

Temir chose to talk about Lisa's company first.

The blonde girl's decision to start a business was not a random one. Her design was thoughtful and her actions were decisive.

“First, I have only hired five employees now, and they are all reliable people, and three of them are my classmates.

"Okay, Lisa, when will FL be able to organize its first tour group?" (Fly Travel)

"It will definitely be done before Christmas. My business has already gone to China to discuss partners, and they will give a route plan. We have now received 17 reservations, which refers to the payment of deposits."

However, suddenly, under the influence of psychology, she turned expressionless and cold again.

"Ha, great, so when do you expect to break even?"

Seeing that Lisa was hesitant and unable to give a specific time point, Mr. Cheng came to the rescue.

For a time, the living room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Lisa plans to make a plan for a southern Fujian route first, similar to a one-week trip to Florida."

What do you think? "Mr. Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa, took over the chat.

"Yes, this kind of cross-border travel company does not necessarily have to focus on profitability. We can set a growth target for user transactions."

The rich black-haired woman sat on the sofa beside Cheng Daqi, while Lisa took the opportunity to sit next to Mr. Cheng.

The rich black-haired woman tried again, trying her best to make herself cheerful again. After confirming that she could maintain it, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Her idea is to use regional tours to let tourists experience parts of China first. Then when these customers want to travel to other parts of China, they will use FL's services as their first choice."

Cheng Daqi's words received strong feedback from Lisa, and the blonde girl pushed him hard to express her dissatisfaction.

The blonde girl really doesn’t think cross-border tourism is a stupid idea. She has confidence in China.

The blonde girl glanced gratefully and promised.

"Making profits is not difficult, but startups can't just think about making profits. They need to build a good model so that they can make more profits in the future."

Cheng Daqi added for Lisa.

Tamir doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with giving more rewards to the founding team in the option pool. In her opinion, Lisa’s career is just a small undertaking.

"NO, she has stuffed many relatives and friends into the company. As shareholders, we must play a supervisory role, otherwise she will stuff her own golden retriever into the company."

Standing in front of the door of Lisa's new apartment, Tamir took out his mobile phone and adjusted a gentle and cheerful smile.

"Hi, Mi'er, Chan has already ordered a meal. It's said to be Hua Guo's hot pot. Someone will deliver it soon."

Things like the 'cute pet effect', 'cats are not dogs', and 'the salary is only two bags of cat food a month' came out of his mouth one after another.

"I've been too tired recently and my hair has fallen out a lot. Do you know any ways to keep your hair thick and healthy?"

"Maybe you should sleep more, Mi'er, Lisa just told me that she wants to get more rewards in the option pool, but her company is still far from profitable.

Second, unlike you, I can't do the stupid thing of putting my own dog in the company. "

Cheng Daqi jumped up and loudly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

"Of course, he practiced favoritism and cheated."

The blond white girl pointed at Mr. Cheng and began to count his crimes in detail.

"Ha, Hua Guo's hot pot? You and Chan are here. Well, I'm looking forward to it."

The blonde girl opened the door, smiled and gave Mi'er a hug, then took her hand and walked into the house together.

"Mi'er, if the situation is still not ideal in the second quarter of next year, I will give up at the appropriate time, but I am still confident to continue.

Profitability may not be guaranteed in a short period of time, but we have seventeen potential customers in less than half a month, which shows that this model can be sustained. "

Husbands sing and women follow each other, men and women play mixed doubles, Mr. Cheng and Lisa cooperate very well, which makes Temir feel a little sad.

From her perspective, Mr. Cheng and Lisa were sitting together, both facing her slightly sideways.

This confrontational gesture made her heart ache.

Lisa is her best friend and bestie, and Chan is her only male friend.

How did things come to this point?
"As long as you have confidence, honey, the scenery here is really nice. On the fifteenth floor, the view from the top floor is great."

The rich black-haired woman got up from the sofa and walked to the edge of the through-type balcony, overlooking the city of Saint-Loduo through the window.

you?

Lisa heard something was wrong, and so did Mr. Cheng.

The two eyes met and began to make crazy eye contact.

Cheng: Go ahead, I'm not suitable as a man.

Li: Go, I'm afraid.

Cheng: What are you afraid of? She won’t eat you.

"I do not want to go."

Lisa's voice was as quiet as a mosquito, she lowered her head and whispered beside Cheng Daqi.

Seeing Lisa's resistant expression, Cheng Daqi nodded silently. He patted Lisa on the shoulder and said loudly.

"The delivery boy can't find his way, Lisa, go pick him up!"
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"boom!"

Temir knew that it was Lisa who had closed the door and left.

"Gudu~Gudu~Gudu~"

Are you a big buffalo, Chan?

Listening to Cheng Daqi's footsteps and knowing that he was standing behind her, Temir said aggrievedly.

"Don't you both like me?"

They are all smart people, but she couldn't win against Cheng Zong. The rich black-haired woman chose to go straight.

"No, everyone is imperfect. Even if you are not so perfect, we still regard you as a good friend."

Cheng Daqi opened the window, and the wind poured in from the outside, blowing away Tamir's hair.

"I hate you!" Temir didn't know what she was saying, or rather, she was just speaking her heart.

"Then I close the window and you don't hate me, okay?"

Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, he is a genius who pretends to be confused.

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"what is that?"

Cheng Daqi doesn't want to engage in those mysterious and mysterious topics. This is the difference between the male perspective and the female perspective.

From a cultivation point of view, he can completely take care of Tamir's emotions, but because their relationship is very complicated, Mr. Cheng cannot be an Asasi Shabi male protagonist. (Asashi: Gentle and kind, you are good and I am good)
The rich black-haired woman pointed out the window and whispered.

“I have always wanted to die since I was about eleven years old, and I have tried sleeping pills and washing powder.

But our family doctor is very good, and I have a 24-hour attendant. Every time my wrist is cut, it can be sewn up in less than 20 minutes.

Then I wanted to jump off the building. You see, it's so high. As long as I jump down, I'll die in a few seconds. "

Generally speaking, when the relationship between men and women reaches the state of 'exchanging wounds', it is equivalent to one dog showing its belly to another dog.

Themir is not a dog, she is just trying to make Cheng Daqi understand her absurdity and suffering.

"Wrong, it will take at least half a minute to fall. In this half minute, you will see other people's lives on every floor downstairs, and realize that everyone is embarrassed in an unknown place.

Then you don't want to die, but there is no point in regretting at this time. "

Mr. Cheng's story is about fooling the fifth grade of elementary school. If the person he was talking to was the eleven-year-old Temir, it would be just right.

But this year Themir is twenty-four, and this girl has passed the age of being influenced by fables.

"But I'm a coward, Chan. I stand by the window again and again, making excuses to delay another day.

Then, I came to the window again, and made excuses again. In short, now I came to the window again. "

Tamir turned back, her eyes were red and sparkling with tears.

The dazzling sapphire was dimmed at this moment, just like the dimmed heart of its owner.

"Am I very Bitchi?"

"Of course not, you are my muse, my Themis, and Saint Veronica who helped me walk from darkness to light.

Mi'er, it's just that your vulnerability and hardness are too overwhelming, which makes you lose your ability to balance when facing many things. "

Cheng Daqi's answer was very rich in imagery, very much like Shabi's literary youth, but women sometimes like this tone, especially Themir.

Just like a wild boar used to eating wild vegetables, Mr. Cheng brought her fine bran, which Mier tasted delicious.

"Balance?" the rich black-haired woman murmured.

"This world is pathological, with lies, violence, indulgence, etc. In short, few people are normal.

You may be just shy of the ability to balance your emotions, and that's it, everything else is perfect. "

Temir disagreed with this statement, she retorted.

"What about Lisa? Isn't she normal too?"

Cheng Daqi shook his head meaningfully and replied.

"From a psychopathological perspective, there is no such thing as 'normal'. Every adult has problems of one kind or another, except for those idiots who are cheerful all day long.

Do you think Lisa is an idiot? "

Themir smiled, her eyes were red, and when she smiled, they looked like two delicate blue flowers.

"Mutiny, I played Greenwood when I was in high school. The part you mentioned is Lundin's line. Chan, you are a bit stupid. You actually took the lines in the play seriously."

It’s not embarrassing to be exposed, Mr. Cheng replied without changing his expression.

"Is Gru real? Is Niu Sen real? Are you real? Am I real? We all play our own scripts in life, and the things in "Mutiny" can just be applied to your situation."

"You mean, I also have a paranoid personality? It's also because of my inner..."

Themir stopped talking, and she realized that what Cheng Daqi said was absolutely correct.

Although she is not paranoid, she is really like that poor Queeg. She has made many mistakes, so many that she can no longer look back.

"The lack of youth is like a hole in your heart. You are desperately looking for materials to compensate for it, but there will always be a day when it cannot be filled. Mi'er, I understand your pain."

"I want to jump, but that would look like I'm giving in and someone will spit on my tombstone, Chan. Am I making excuses again?"

"Mi'er, how do you feel now?"

“It hurt so much that I wanted to run away. I realized that this was a sign of cowardice, and then it hurt even more and I wanted to run away even more.

But I have been running away for a long time and I can't escape. Chan, can you help me? "

She was asking for help, but Cheng Daqi was just a mediocre middle-aged man. He was not capable enough to save the girl.

"..., this is the despair that belongs only to smart people. You are too smart, so the lies and dreams of those preachers cannot comfort you."

America's cultural sustenance, the so-called 'freedom', 'democracy', 'love and family' and 'god and faith', are all nonsense in the eyes of a girl like Mi'er who comes from a noble family.

Those things can fool ordinary people and allow ordinary people to find their own 'justice', which is the sustenance of their faith, but they cannot fool Temir.

She can see clearly, so she has nothing to rely on.

Especially, after Cheng Daqi appeared, she broke away from the numbness of the past and began to be gradually influenced by Cheng Daqi.

Her pain became clearer when she lost the padding that numbed her.

"No, smart people don't suffer this much."

Themir laughed at herself, saying that she actually thought she was quite smart, but maybe not even close. This was like a natural chasm, leaving her in the abyss of pain.

"How about finding some targets?"

Cheng Daqi gave a very pragmatic suggestion.

"Before I was just looking for stuff to fill that hole, now I want you."

Temir looked straight at Mr. Cheng, her eyes full of desire. She wanted to win this man's heart.

"I'm afraid that won't work, Mi'er. It's already great that we are friends."

Emotions are complicated things, and Mr. Cheng cannot possibly sacrifice his own marriage to save anyone else.

Love and salvation are two different things, but many people confuse them, which makes things very troublesome.

"Then I want my brother to die, can you help me?"

The rich black-haired woman expressed her hatred so directly. She hated her brother who had the same blood.

"Okay, give me your address and I'll find someone."

This girl treats herself well, and Mr. Cheng is willing to help her solve her troubles.

As for who to look for?

Oh, there will always be someone.

"I'm just kidding, if you want to kill him, I have to do it myself."

She was going to kill that man herself one day, and the opportunity would definitely arise - she was determined.

"Don't you have some vulgar hobbies? Maybe eat more delicious food, find more male models, try more interesting things, and put more effort into your career?"

Cheng Daqi really felt sorry for this girl. Life without spiritual sustenance was too painful.

"I can't lie to myself. Besides, you grew up in China. I heard that it is very conservative there?"

"Not really. We even have people playing DJs in wedding dresses over there. It's almost the same." "Then she's really a bitch. No one in America would dare to do that."

"So, feel free to find a male model. We are just friends. Don't have too many worries in this regard."

Mr. Cheng's words were obviously from his heart, but Temir felt like a knife.

He seemed to be humiliating, or just indifferent, but no matter which one, it was like a knife to Themir.

Those words were light and airy, but they turned into a knife as heavy as a thousand swords, piercing into Themir's already broken heart.

"I'm dirty, aren't I?"

Tears flowed from her eyes, as blue as frozen lakes, and streaked down her delicate cheeks, like cracks on gorgeous porcelain.

Cheng Daqi raised his hand and put it down again halfway.

Looking at his lowered hand, the light that had just risen in Temir's eyes dimmed again.

Yes, I am
"My dear, sometimes people have a desire to self-flagellate. In Catholicism, this is regarded as 'holy self-flagellation'.

Some people believe that through this kind of punishment, original sin can be removed from the body and thus salvation can be achieved.

But there is a premise here, do you know what it is? "

Themir just looked at Cheng Daqi blankly, with no intention of answering.

Mr. Cheng took a breath and continued to explain.

“The premise here is that humans are vassals of certain existences, but hundreds of years have passed since the Renaissance, and we humans have long since broken free from that kind of spiritual shackles. This is called human liberation.

Mi'er, you don't need to try to atone or punish your own behavior. You have done nothing wrong. You are not a vassal of anything. The so-called rules, laws, and morals are all acquired restrictions on people.

But we are born free, and what I mean by freedom is that we can be ourselves wholeheartedly and realize our own ideas, even if it violates all dogmas - everyone should live for themselves, and no one should discipline sheep. group. "

Mr. Cheng's beautiful fantasy is full of ridiculous illusions. He hopes that everyone in the world can decide their own life, but many people are looking forward to the appearance of the Monkey King.

It was like Themir was so looking forward to him doing something at this moment, instead of standing there and talking non-stop.

"Foolish boy who believes in anarchism, if I am willing to accompany you to destroy this world, will you love me?" (Anarchy: Anarchism)
Themir smiled and reached out to lift Mr. Cheng's chin, just like he did when they first met.

This frivolous behavior was very inconsistent with the atmosphere at the moment, and her tears did not stop.

"You misunderstood me, and this misunderstanding is very big, but that's not important, Mi'er.

emmm, let me explain it from another angle. The so-called promiscuity and chastity are both ridiculous restraints. They are essentially prejudices, and there is no distinction between prejudices.

As a man, I must admit that chaste girls are more likely to arouse me in awe, but this does not affect my respect for you.

Mi'er, my heart is very strong. Even if my future wife once had twenty husbands, I won't mind. If we love each other, we will stay together. If we don't, we will separate. There is nothing special about this.

Can you understand what I say? "

"Then can we be together? I want to give you a bunch of children and then beat them up every day."

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. I may already have a lover, Mi'er."

"Who?"

"Don't kill her, that will make me sad."

"Is that Bichi who wears the same clothes as me?"

"..."

"No, if I do that, wouldn't it mean that I'm hysterical about losing? I'm a little paranoid, but I won't admit defeat like that."

This answer was very Temir, exactly as Cheng Daqi expected.

She doesn't care about many things, but she cares about some things.

Cheng Daqi stopped talking, but the rich black-haired woman still had a lot to say.

"Is it because she's young?"

Thinking of Zhao Hongjin's tender and moist skin, Temir felt very upset.

Time is nothing. Why do women get older?

Fate is nothing. Why am I so unlucky?

Chan, you understood my brokenness, but you didn't reach out to save me.

She felt infinite envy for Lisa at this moment, and the flames of jealousy, hatred, and pain rose up, burning every corner of her body and soul.

"Of course not. I only said that I might have someone I love, but I'm not sure about it. After all, my last relationship was too long ago and I almost forgot what love is."

Cheng Daqi shook his head. He saw those distant scenes in his memory, blurry photos posted on the mottled old walls, which were the past that became dim after being rubbed by memories.

"You are only twenty-one years old this year, and you can't remember your last relationship for so long. Chan, are you lying, or did you start picking up girls in kindergarten?"

This question was so damaging that Mr. Cheng noticed that her tears finally stopped.

"I have an extraordinary talent. I started having an affair with the little girl next door who was still a baby right from my mother's belly, using Yuri's telepathy technology."

"Tsk! Goose~goose~goose~, you are such a beast. This is not even a copper-smelting addiction. I am going to report you!"

"Go ahead, I'll ask Gru to put you in a mental hospital and give you electrotherapy every day. Then you will be able to forget all the painful memories."

"Chan, are we really hopeless?"

The smile on Temir's face disappeared, and she seemed to want to confirm it one last time.

But, girl.

Love does not need confirmation, only non-love does.

"No, but Mi'er, you may never be the same person as me, do you understand?

Our personalities, ideals, and goals are all different, and that's the problem. "

Mr. Cheng's answer was pragmatic to the extreme, without any hesitation or evasion.

"Then what is your goal?"

Temir asked seriously.

"In the short term, we hope that OC can enter the Chinese market. The cooperation between OC and Shanhaiguan can gain traffic exposure. After this case is completed, Shanhaiguan's second-round valuation can also be higher."

Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, in just one sentence, he broke through Temir's defense again with just one sentence.

"Okay, I will never let OC go to China in this life, don't worry!"

Tamir is somewhat rebellious, and she doesn't want to go even if she can make money.

"Sorry, is there a slight deviation in our understanding of language?"

Sister, you seem to be too emotional today.

"Yes, there is a huge deviation in my judgment on what species you are."

The girl who broke through the defense chose a lose-lose strategy. She wanted to take a bite out of Mr. Cheng.

"Honey, maybe we have a misunderstanding."

Cheng Daqi tried to start negotiations again.

The rich black-haired woman was washing her face in front of the sink. She kept holding up the water, trying to wash away her embarrassment.

"NO! Don't call me that. Please call me Ms. Tamire from now on."

You want to draw a clear line, right?

"I need your help, Ms. Temir, come and help me."

Showing weakness to the enemy, Mr. Cheng can switch to this posture smoothly.

There were many reasons why he did this, but money became the least important one.

Finding that there wasn't even a washcloth, Temir replied irritably.

"Chan, I'm always fooled by you, and it's different every time. You're just a smooth-talking liar."

Cheng Daqi shrugged, you can think whatever you want, I am who I am, there is no need to prove it myself.

"Yes, I might want to cheat a big one and earn a lot of money. Do you want to join us?"

He rejects himself like a monk who is sitting still.

When he hunted Gru, he was like a brave warrior charging into battle.

The words he just said were like a clear spring and a flame, burning her heart gently but firmly.

He's really charming.

After Mr. Cheng sent out another invitation, Mi'er saw her heart clearly.

Themir felt that he might have failed in his life.

"You are an unscrupulous liar, and I am a complete bad guy. We are a perfect match. An innocent little girl like Zhao cannot understand you."

Cheng Daqi didn't want to answer this prejudice, so he reached out and wiped the water droplets from the girl's face.

"I always like heavy makeup, Mi'er. That will damage the skin to some extent."

Temir raised his head slightly and looked into Cheng Daqi's eyes.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

As soon as Mr. Cheng's expression froze, he shouldn't reach out or say more.

"I told you when I first met you, you are the most beautiful girl in America."

The rich black-haired woman laughed subconsciously, her heart really moved because of Mr. Cheng's words.

"This face cost me more than one million, and they said I was a fake-face girl."

Cheng Daqi shrugged, "It's just plastic surgery. It's not a big deal. Who would care about whether other people have plastic surgery?"
"My face is also fake. Everyone seems to be wearing a mask. Mi'er, don't let your mood be affected by some irrelevant people."

The rich black-haired woman cried again.

"Chan, I used to be beautiful too, but I look a bit similar to my brother. I don't want that, so I have plastic surgery, you see."

The girl cried and took out her cell phone, flipped through the old photo, and shoved it in front of Cheng Daqi.

On the screen, a beautiful little black-haired girl stood next to the snowman and smiled at the camera.

It can be seen from her eyes that she is indeed Temir, but she has a different oval face than now, with a slightly rounder face.

“I just said it wrong, just like you said it wrong before, language can become a knife when we have no control over it.

My sincerity is never a means, just like your sincerity to me. Maybe we put on a mask when facing the world, but fortunately, I don't have one when facing you, and neither do you. "

What Cheng Daqi said made the rich black-haired woman want to cry and laugh at the same time, and she had snot bubbles coming out of her nostrils.

It's so funny that such a beautiful girl has a runny nose when she cries.

"Well, can you forget how embarrassed I am today? Just treat it as a dream?"

Temir made a modest request in a low voice.

But Mr. Cheng would not agree, nor was he willing to agree.

"Do you want me to forget your sincerity and brilliance? This is too cruel, Mi'er.

Sorry, I can't do it. "

The black-haired rich woman felt like her heart was like a buoy rising and falling in the water. Every word Cheng Daqi said made the ocean inside her surge.

"Chan, what should we do?" Temir leaned into Mr. Cheng's arms.

Cheng Daqi patted her shoulder and replied.

"You will definitely meet someone more suitable. We are too far apart in many places. Maybe being friends is the best solution.

I hope that one day, you will meet a very attractive person, then put me aside and have a future with him. "

Mier, we will not have a future, do you understand?
Mr. Cheng is not a selfish person, he doesn't want this girl to hang on him.

Mi'er, leave, don't waste your time on me.

The rich black-haired woman may have understood, or she may not have wanted to think about it. She just buried her head on Mr. Cheng’s shoulder and wiped her tears and nose with Mr. Cheng’s clothes.

"I'm back, look what I brought?"

The hostess came back and saw her two friends stuck together.

"Fake, don't tell me you already had a shot!"

After only being out for ten minutes, a certain couple seemed to have entered into post-war tenderness.

Lisa was so angry that her face changed color.

This is her new house and she hasn't even lived in it for a day yet!

"NO!" Cheng Daqi said firmly.

"Yes!" Temir was even more decisive.

Well, the black-haired rich woman is still a bit skinny, which shows that she is strong enough and has adjusted under the guidance of Mr. Cheng.

Lisa didn't even think, and instantly understood that Cheng Daqi was telling the truth.

After glaring at Dimpotemire, Lisa directed the delivery boy to put the ingredients and tableware for the Chinese hot pot on the dining table.

"You two, come and eat!"

Themir sat next to Lisa, and Mr. Cheng became angry.

"I brought wine, Chan. You can't drink it. Drinking too much will cause impotence."

Sister, are you cursing me?

Mr. Cheng really had reason to suspect that Temir was deliberately causing trouble for him.

But he just shook his head and helped the two girls light the gas stove.

"This is mutton hot pot, sent from the best hot pot restaurant in Chinatown. You have definitely never tried this way of eating.

Look, the water is boiling now. Like me, choose a cuter-looking piece of lamb and put it in it.

Then count, one, twenty, that’s it. "

Cheng Daqi stuffed the mutton into his mouth with great pleasure. He didn't even need any dipping sauce and just enjoyed the delicious taste of the mutton itself.

"Fake, their meat is cut too thickly!"

A man who was stabbed in the back spit out slices of mutton with ridiculous knife skills and wiped his mouth in embarrassment.

"Goose~goose~goose~"

"Chan, you're a little stupid."

Honey and Lisa gloated and laughed at the poor fool.

"NO, you don't understand. This is not my problem. It's obviously their knife skills that are not good."

In Lisa's new apartment, three old friends gathered around the hot pot, eating and chatting.

Each of them has a lot of things to do, and this kind of time together is actually rare.

But when Mr. Cheng didn't notice, Mi'er still looked at him with a deep look.

How could a rich black-haired woman be someone who would give up easily?

If she was a girl who listened to advice, she would have been driven to the beautiful Africa by her brother.

(End of this chapter)