"Tsk, tsk, you are still obsessed with being abandoned. Duan Qingwu, you are really despicable. No wonder Xiao Yixiang kicked you after taking advantage of it. Damn! Stupid woman! Idiots like you just have to practice for another ten or twenty years.
Year, I guarantee that Xiao Yixiang will still play you to death!"
Qingwu clutched the phone tightly, and his sharp blade-like voice surged in her ears, causing her flesh and blood to be bruised and painful.
"Whether I'm being humbled or played to death, it's all my business, Duan Qingwu. I will always ridicule you if I don't do it!"
Listening to the hurried busy signals, Ling Yansen was suddenly at a loss. The next second, the phone was violently thrown out, with a violent sound, and pieces were scattered on the ground.
I wiped away my tears, but my body was still trembling uncontrollably. He was obviously the most annoying person, and he obviously had nothing to do with him other than trading. Why couldn't he automatically ignore his bitchy mouth and instead become more and more concerned about it?
She is really crazy.
Stop looking for trouble, Qingwu tried to calm down and organize her thoughts. An idea flashed in her mind, and soon she thought of a more practical way than seeking justice from Ling Yansen.
Secretary Zhang was full of doubts. She really didn’t know what kind of medicine her representative was selling. “Representative, doesn’t the contract come out when it is decided to sign? You want me to fax it to the source now, which is completely unnecessary.”
"Just do as I say. Hurry up and write a brief introduction about Sun Tongtong. A few lines are enough. Attach it to the top page of the contract."
After hanging up the phone, she felt much relieved. She got into the car and planned to touch up her makeup. Out of the corner of her eye, in the rearview mirror, she saw Ling Yansen walking towards his domineering Aston Martin.
The woman’s fingernails were painted with gaudy pink cinnabar, and she was very annoying with her teeth and claws. Who else could it be if she wasn’t Sun Tongtong?
Looking at it coldly, the mood that she had finally picked up became gloomy again. She threw away the lip gloss in her hand, kicked her foot hard, and the green Lamborghini rushed out in a flash.
Not far away, Ling Yansen lazily dealt with the chattering woman beside him. His overly slender legs walked forward slowly, but his eyes were bent. Across the dust brought up by the wheels, it was as dark and deep as mist.