Leng Jianan closed his eyes and clenched his jaw muscles so tightly that he almost broke the doorknob lock.
Ke'er is still saying: "Everything between you and me, I hope to end it at this moment, to end it, and no longer involve Shangpin Design. I know you hate me, and I will leave Shangpin Design."
I just ask Mr. Leng to stop being so harsh on their designs. They are all very attentive and excellent. I hope that my departure will give Shangpin Design a fair start.
So finally, Mr. Leng, can you leave me a bank card number? I will repay part of the money every month. This is my best ability. Please understand."
Leng Jianan remained silent and opened the door. Suddenly, his heart tightened, so tight that it hurt. The wind in the corridor was so cold.
The door was slammed shut by him with great force, causing the chandelier on the roof to shake slightly.
Ke'er slowly buried her head in the quilt and gradually sobbed.
Time slowly stagnated, but I happened to hear a sad song faintly coming from outside the window, as if crying and complaining:
Mirage with city as background
It's like we're separated into a whole universe
Goodbye all turned into nothing
We promised never to let go of each other's hands
But reality says that love is not enough
Arriving at the forked road again
You go left and I go right
We were all stubborn and never looked back
…
If you can’t go back, let it go completely!
Leng Jianan's car was like a wild horse, turning the slightly congested asphalt road into a vast grassland for him to ride as he pleased.
Several times, he almost had an intimate kiss with other cars, which frightened those cars into honking at him.
He turned a deaf ear and drove through the traffic lights regardless of whether they were red or green. Then, he was chased not only by car owners who were frightened by him, but also by police cars that sounded their alarm bells.
Finally, Leng Jianan stopped after kissing the butt of a Nissan. Due to the good braking performance, the front of his car and the rear of the car in front only just touched each other.
The owner of the Nissan car immediately got out of the car. After seeing what kind of car hit him, his anger turned into silence. He looked at the license plate again and saw that it was all 8. Anyone with some common sense would know that this was Prince Leng's car.
The man immediately patted Leng Jianan's car door with a flattering smile on his face, and said through the car window: "Mr. Leng, hello, I am Song Ren, the general manager of xx Daily Necessities Company, and I have business with a cosmetics company affiliated to your group.