Su San looked at Suo Pei's face, then at his eyes, and finally at his injuries. Finally, she put on a bright smile and said, "Don't do this to me. Leave slowly without seeing him off."
After saying that, she walked to the door and opened it, waiting for Suo Pei to leave in a wise manner.
"You are so cruel. Mistress, I like you very much." Suo Pei walked slowly to the door, still reluctant to leave.
Su San has learned his lesson this time. The way to deal with such a rogue man is for the old monk to enter samadhi. Just ignore what he says.
"Why don't you respond at all? I'm so disappointed. Your house is so warm and I don't want to leave. But you don't like me staying here. I will spend more time communicating with you in the future. If one day I move in
Here, sleeping in your little bed, I will definitely be very happy..." Suo Pei kept nagging.
Finally seeing no response from Su San, he stepped out of the room helplessly.
Su San was about to close the door hard, but he blocked the door with his long legs and said: "Xiao San, you will start working at my company tomorrow. Remember not to be late, otherwise I will deduct one-third of your salary. By the way, I forgot.
Let me tell you, your monthly salary is one hundred thousand."
After Suo Pei added this sentence, he left with what he thought was a chic pace.
Su San watched the man's tall figure walking away and wished he could stab him to death.
Suo Pei seemed to feel her murderous eyes. He turned back to look at her and blew her a kiss.
Seeing this, Su San quickly retracted his head and slammed the door with a loud bang.
Suo Pei is a ruffian, a disgusting bad boy!
She threw herself on the sofa and looked at the empty little room, feeling so depressed.
Will she go to work tomorrow?
A monthly salary of 100,000 yuan is so tempting.
But when you go to work, you have to face Suo Pei all the time, which should be a very painful thing.
It seemed that she had better go to Si Chun to get her principal back first. It would be better to give him a call first and try to find out what he said.
She dialed the number of the virtual tribe president's office, and soon the call was transferred to Si Chun.
"Su San, is that you?" As soon as the call was connected, Si Chun's melodious voice sounded.
"Well, Si Chun, let me ask you, did you pocket my mistress's house? If so, you didn't give me my money." Su San didn't mince words and directly stated his purpose.
"Su San, you shouldn't come to me. Your parents sold your junior house to me, and they took the money."
"What?!" Su San asked loudly. She didn't expect that her money was swallowed up by the people of the Su family, but they never mentioned it.
What is she going to do now? If the money gets into the hands of her parents and those money slaves, it will be impossible to spit it out again.
Poor Su San, what should I do?
That was the savings she had worked so hard for so many years, and it was hard to save some money. But Si Chun told her that it was taken away by those money slaves. How could she feel embarrassed?
"Su San, do you have a problem?" Si Chun's slightly concerned voice reached Su San's ears.
Su San finally came back to his senses and replied helplessly: "No. I'll just call you for this matter and hang up."
As she said this, she wanted to hang up the phone and lick her bleeding wound.
"Su San, wait." Si Chun stopped Su San from hanging up the phone.
"Si Chun, is there anything else?"
"It's rare for you to take the initiative to find me, so of course you have to talk to me more." Si Chun said.
