Cheng Yiming said: "This is not a rumor, it is a fact."

Han Jing'er was furious: "Why are you doing this?"

Cheng Yiming grinned again, smiled sinisterly, tilted his head, put his mouth next to her earlobe, and asked in a low but ambiguous voice: "Sweetheart, what do you think?"

Han Jing'er gritted her teeth: "Are you taking revenge on me?"

Cheng Yiming raised his head and laughed loudly.

While laughing, he walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, stretching his limbs and crossing his legs.

He lengthened his voice and said slowly: "Haven't you heard the idiom, a gentleman takes revenge every ten years? Don't you know, Han Jing'er? I am a person who easily holds grudges, and I will not owe others anything."

.But if others owe me, I will definitely make them repay double!"

Han Jing'er bit her lip and stared at Cheng Yiming.

Cheng Yiming raised his chin, looked at her with squinted eyes, and said word by word: "So Han Jing'er, you shouldn't have offended me in the first place! Now that you have offended me, how can I let you go so easily?

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His voice is smooth, gentle and has a long charm.

But the expression on his face was very strange, and there was something that was hard to figure out, revealed from those dark, phosphorous and extremely evil eyes.

Cheng Yiming's frivolousness and arrogance suddenly stimulated Han Jing'er's self-esteem. Han Jing'er felt only a burst of anger, as well as an inner humiliation, hatred, and anguish, biting her internal organs.

She became furious.

Suddenly, she lost her mind - facing Cheng Yiming, she could never control her impulses, because he could always reveal her strong and aggressive side that was well hidden.

Glancing around, she saw a fruit knife on the coffee table next to the sofa. Without thinking, Han Jing'er rushed forward, grabbed the fruit knife, and put it on the neck of Cheng Yiming, who had his legs crossed.

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Cheng Yiming was startled and his face turned green: "Han Jing'er, what are you doing? Don't mess around!"

When Cheng Yiming said this, Han Jing'er also felt that she was being rude.

What is she doing? Could it be that if she wants to kill Cheng Yiming, a white knife will go in and a red knife will come out? She has the heart, but she doesn't have the courage. It's just a bluff.

Besides, if she killed Cheng Yiming, she would have to pay for her own life.

What a bad deal!

Han Jing'er glared at Cheng Yiming, angrily took back the hand holding the knife on Cheng Yiming's neck, and threw away the fruit knife. After thinking about it, she was unwilling to give in, so she kicked the chair next to her fiercely.

Scolding: "Who are you? Bah, even if I kill you, my hands will be dirty——"

Before he finished speaking, he said "ouch".

The chair was too hard. Han Jing'er kicked it down and the chair didn't move. However, she kicked over her toenails and felt a heartbreaking pain. She couldn't help but pick up the painful foot and jumped up in embarrassment.

Cheng Yiming turned his head to the side and snickered.

Han Jing'er felt that she was really a second-generation loser. People would have their teeth jammed even if they drank cold water, but she not only had her teeth jammed, she almost choked to death.

When she rushed out of the conference room and fled, Han Jing'er didn't forget to lift up the chair and threw it to the ground. There was a loud "bang" and the chair immediately fell into pieces.

Then, Han Jing'er almost rushed out of the conference room.

It can be said that her face was lost to her grandma's house. Not only did she not get any benefit from this quarrel, she also lost her wife and lost her troops. She made a fool of herself and the gain was not worth the loss.

Han Jing'er is not depressed.
Chapter completed!