Ling Yansen Guan Gong had a face, clenched fists, and put his fists in his trouser pockets. His body was like a statue, unable to move even half a step. His sharp eyes looked down through his sunglasses at the woman opposite who was also staring at him, full of anger.
, is this damn woman deliberately trying to tear him down? No one can imitate him in wearing sunglasses! Now he can’t wash himself off even if he jumps into the Yellow River! Damn it! Take off your stupid sunglasses!
Qingwu clenched her little hands tightly, her heart was beating suddenly, and she listened to everyone's words. She was angry and anxious, and she hated Ling Yansen for being such a pervert, who couldn't imitate her and wear sunglasses! What's even more disgusting was that she didn't take them off!
The cold wind whistled and the sky was full of fallen leaves. In this extremely well-rendered environment, two people stood face to face, one tall and one short, one strong and one weak, sunglasses facing sunglasses. For a few moments, they simultaneously clenched their fists to cover their upper lips, coughing and coughing.
Coughing...
A war without words breaks out at this moment...
You pick it! Qingwu winked.
You pick it first! Ling Yansen wrinkled his face impatiently.
Why should I pick it first? It’s obvious that you’re learning from me! Qingwu pouted and raised her head, furious.
If you don't fucking pick it, I won't pick it either! Ling Yansen has his hands on his hips and is very good at protracted warfare.
…
then.
That guy Zhou Jirong was so stubborn that he started making trouble again. It was really hard to hold back the smile that was suppressed at the corner of his mouth. He tried so hard and covered his mouth with a muffled voice. Everyone looked at him. He understood and changed his words, "Mr. Ling
, I see that the lady opposite has been waiting for us to give way for a long time."
Ling Yansen suddenly burst into tears. He wanted to kneel down and thank Zhou Jirong for his timely and considerate steps. At the same time, he still wanted to make up for his troublesome opening remarks!
The steely male's deep voice said quickly, "Let's go!"
As he spoke, he strode as fast as he could, dragging Zhou Jirong, who looked back at Qingwu with interest from time to time, quickly towards the special elevator.
In this room, Qingwu also grabbed the wallet in her hand, and with her face facing the high temperature of the lava explosion, she rushed out of the revolving glass door at the fastest speed in her life.
The moment the elevator door closed, earth-shaking laughter suddenly burst out. Zhou Jirong fell in the elevator without any image, his limbs were swaying, and his body was shaking, "Ah haha! I, Zhou Jirong, will probably die today."
You two are such a wonderful couple! It makes me laugh so hard, damn, both of you are wearing sunglasses, and you are still hanging out in the same company arrogantly! Crazy, hahaha... tell me, what did you two do last night?
What good thing happened? Did you sow the seeds and make her tremble? You two worked hard to catch up with your homework and rushed to dawn, so that your husband and wife both had panda eyes? Hahaha, I laughed to death, oh, I can’t do it anymore, I can’t breathe. Ni
Ma, is it possible to laugh till you cry? Hahaha..."
Suddenly, the temperature in the elevator dropped sharply, and waves of coldness swept over him. Zhou Jirong shook his back for no reason. He looked up and saw that Ling Yansen's delicate facial features had turned into a terrifying state like hell. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
, just that smile more or less made Zhou Jirong feel panicked. Suddenly, Ling Yansen grabbed his collar, and then, with a strong force, his whole body was dragged into the air, with the devil's gaze on his head.
The voice said, "Since you still have the self-awareness to know that you will die here today, I will leave your body intact!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his beautiful and slender legs were raised, and in an instant, an invincible whirlwind flew smoothly over him, followed by Zhou Jirong's tragic scream, followed by a heavy falling to the ground and painful wails.
Ding--
Ling Yansen calmly patted the dust on his hands, straightened his tie and slightly messy short hair, and walked out of the elevator with great grace, stepping on someone's trembling chest.
Looking back, he has a deep profile and extraordinary handsomeness, his cold pool-like eyes are full of flowers, and the corner of his mouth is still that faint smile, "Lie well, until you can get up on your own, this elevator will be in an accident state, use you
To put it in words that can be understood, it means to stop running."
"Ah! Madman! Wait, you can't do this! I was wrong, wuwu... I was wrong..."
The elevator door slowly closed, and what disappeared was not only Zhou Jirong's heart-rending begging for mercy, but also his trembling palm slowly reaching into the air...
******
Qingwu stood blankly at the entrance of the supermarket holding sanitary napkins, thinking about it. She had panda eyes and couldn't take off her sunglasses. Instead of risking meeting Ling Yansen at any time at the company, she might as well skip work.
Recalling the frightening scene in the lobby just now, she really wanted to die.
Ling Yansen, that slut, couldn't wear sunglasses on any day, so he insisted on choosing the same day as her! Was it intentional? Did he deliberately go against her and punish her in revenge for spitting on him last night?
God knows, she really didn't mean it.
She was anxious and exhausted, and a wave of heat surged out of her lower body, and the wetness stirred up her troubled heart.
After thinking about it, I called Secretary Mo to explain, got in a taxi and rushed to the nearby hospital.
It was just after the season changed that flu broke out frequently, and there were many people in the hospital. It was difficult to queue up and get a call from the endocrinology specialist. After another long wait, it was finally her turn.
"Where does it hurt?"
The expert was actually a male doctor. It wasn't that Qingwu was a little arrogant, but she had rarely been to the hospital since she was a child. She was very traditional, so she couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she saw a male doctor.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"It's just...the bleeding down there is irregular and a little bit from time to time..." Qingwu whispered, her hands tangled in the strap of her handbag, twisting it back and forth.
"How is the color? Is there any pain in your lower abdomen?"