"You, you, you, you mean the president of the Imperial Group!?" Lin Xiaoru couldn't believe her ears.
"Well! Aren't you going to fight? Go and do it!" Jing Jing seemed very normal.
"He, did he support you? How much!?" Lin Xiaoru asked excitedly, as if her concern was slowly beginning to shift.
"What? Support?!" Jing Jing shouted, and then looked at Lin Xiaoru's face, "What are you thinking about!? What support, what, what?"
"Didn't you say you were going to work at night? Aren't you being taken care of by that CEO?" Lin Xiaoru asked gossiping.
Jing Jing was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "I went to work because he had something to do during the day, so I can only do it at night. Do you understand!?" After saying that, he bumped into Lin Xiaoru and went to change clothes.
"Oh oh oh..." Lin Xiaoru sat there and nodded, so that's it.
Ten minutes later, An Jing was dressed up. She wore a beige gown and her long, curly hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked smart and capable. "Okay, dear, I'm going to work. In order to come back early, I have to go early."
!Bye-Bye……"
"Bye quietly!"
"Bye Mommy!"
"Well, be good!" Jing Jing placed a kiss on Ku Bao's face and went out in high heels.
The moment the door was closed, Ku Bao turned around and looked at Lin Xiaoru and the two of them with a sly smile. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and gave a high-five, "Yeah!"
Arriving at Baiyunwan Villa, Anjing suddenly became nervous. What was she inexplicably worried about?
Well, she was afraid of seeing that man having sex with someone else again, so it was absolutely correct to say that men are all thinking animals with their lower bodies.
The door was open, and when he saw people busy coming in and out, An Qing felt relieved. No matter how bold the man was, he would never be able to post a restricted screen in front of everyone, so he walked in with confidence and boldness.
Those were all construction workers, and Anjing was just a designer. Not seeing Leng Tianming, Anjing relaxed and started working.
Suddenly there was a sound of brakes outside the door, and Leng Tianming walked in after a while. Anjing didn't even look at it, and kept looking at his own design.
"Who is Miss An?" Leng Tianming's cold voice sounded above her head.
Only then did Jing Jing raise his head, "Mr. Leng, what's the matter?"
"Follow me -" After saying that, he couldn't help but pull up the silence and left.