not being treated well

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She didn't explain what she meant later, but Xie Fenghe was speechless for a moment, and then said after a moment: "Anyway, it won't work at that time, and your dress is really eye-catching, and it will damage the image of the second team. After all, you are also a designer.

,Why is your dressing sense so bad?"

Upgraded from quality to taste, good guy, quite a jump.

The feeling of discomfort became more and more intense, but I still responded patiently: "How can this be called bad? This is my specialty."

"Do you call this unique? You call ugly people doing weird things."

Shang Wan held her forehead, she wanted to get angry, she could no longer calm down, now not only was she restricted from sneezing, but her clothes were also restricted. She had been here for three years and endured it for three years, but she still had not been treated well. She endured

Can't go down anymore.

Take a deep breath, suppress the discomfort, and at the same time, a sinister smile appears at the corner of your mouth: "Talk to me about taste? Then tell me about your current clothes. What you wear now clearly highlights your oily wine bag and rice bag.

It also brings out your short figure and your extremely smart head. You have to wear a wig so that your baldness will not appear. So before your own taste has improved, please do not comment on other people's appearance. This is also

A form of respect for yourself."

After listening to Shang Wan's words, Xie Fenghe's face turned blue and white, like a clown changing his face. Looking at his expression, Shang Wan felt relieved, turned around gracefully and said: "I will be there on time in the evening, so I won't disturb your progress."

It’s your taste.”

"Shang Wan..." Xie Fenghe behind him roared angrily.

This sound caused the surrounding colleagues who had not yet got off work to look sideways, wondering what kind of stimulation the top team leader had received, but the gentle voice of Shang Wan, who had returned to his seat, was heard.

"Team Leader Xie, please don't get angry. March is suitable for nourishing the liver. Getting angry will cause liver fire."

After saying that, she picked up her bag and walked towards the door with a colorless face, blocking everyone's doubts behind her back, leaving Xie Feng and Chui Hu to stare at her, she was about to fight back from this moment on.

Back at her residence, Shang Wan found some medicine for her headache, and then lay down on the bed. After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the ringing of her mobile phone while she was sleeping.

She reluctantly took the phone, pressed the answer button and put it to her ear. Before she could say hello, a roar came from the other side:

"Shang Wan, did you turn a deaf ear to what I said? Everyone in the company is here, but you are the only one who didn't show up. I'll give you twenty minutes to get to the banquet venue. If you can't make it there, you can leave tomorrow.

"

This roar woke up Shang Wan's dizzy mind instantly. She had overslept, so she responded: "I'll be right over."

As soon as she finished speaking, the beeping sound of the phone flooded into her eardrums, and then she got out of bed and dressed, all in one movement.

*****

Xie Fenghe hung up the phone, furious. This Shang Wan was getting more and more temperamental. If she hadn't been in the second team, I would have told her to get out tomorrow.

When I returned to the banquet hall, I saw that other groups in the design department had finished paying respects, and only his two groups were left without paying respects. They were sweating profusely.

Suddenly, he had a plan in mind, so he led the second group to the table and walked towards Shao Luansheng with a wine glass in hand.

"Mr. Shao, Xie Fenghe, leader of the second team of the design department, led the team members to toast to Mr. Shao and wish Mr. Shao a prosperous career."

Shao Luansheng sat at the same table with the department's senior executives. He raised his head and glanced at the members of the second group, then lowered his eyes and asked with a half-smile on his lips: "Why is there one less member in your group than in the other groups?"

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