The call was from Ling Xiao. Ever since she sent Su Jinran to JK International, Ling Xiao had not harassed her for a long time.
"Ling Xiao, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Dear President, I just want to ask you what day tomorrow is!"
Su Mang frowned.
What a heavy resentment!
Be sure to handle it with caution.
"Tomorrow..." She pretended to choke on her saliva and cough, while taking the time to flip through the calendar, "Oh! Ling Xiao, you are so annoying, isn't tomorrow your birthday? Why did you call to remind them? You didn't remind them
They remember it too! It seems like they have forgotten you! How can you go so far!"
Su Mang complained and stuck out his tongue.
She really forgot, really forgot!
Poor Ling Xiao!
"Su Mang!"
She clearly heard Ling Xiao grinding his teeth over there.
"Yes," Su Mang laughed playfully, "Great Lord Ling Xiao, whatever gift you want, I will definitely prepare it for you."
Ling Xiao groaned speechlessly.
I think this is how he was lured into JK International by Su Mang, a vampire!
It's a pity that all his great youth was sold to JK International, which squeezed him out of his youth and caused him to grow prematurely. However, that vampire went to enjoy life in the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Where is the justice?
"I want you to draw a picture for me." He said quietly.
"Okay! That's exactly what I meant!" Su Mang stuck out his tongue, "How can the things I buy reflect my sincerity to Lord Ling Xiao? So I want to draw a picture for Ling Xiao with my own hands. Ling Xiao wants it.
What painting?”
Apart from cooking, Su Mang is best at landscape painting and gongbi painting. When she picks up the brush, she will create a painting worth millions. However, she does not paint often. In her words, scarcity is the most valuable thing. If you paint too much, it will be worth it.
Not worth the money anymore.
"I want twenty-five seagulls." Ling Xiao continued to say quietly.
"Ah?" Twenty-five seagulls? What do you need so many seagulls for?
"Little Fox Su, don't fool me with twenty-five black dots," the other side grinded his teeth again, "I can see the eyes, nose holes, mouths, and the flying posture of each seagull.
How about something different!"
"Ah?" Su Mang was completely petrified.
Is this for painting or for her life?
Isn’t this request too much?
"Baby Susu, am I asking too much?" The other person seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and his tone was extremely sinister.
"No, no, it's very reasonable," Su Mang sneered, "But I just don't understand, isn't landscape painting good? Why do you need twenty-five seagulls?"
Su Mang was depressed. Landscape paintings are so good. With just a splash of ink, you can create an ink painting of mountains and rivers, with twenty-five seagulls! You can also see the eyes and nostrils...Kill her!
"Because I am twenty-five years old this year."
Ling Xiao's resentful voice reminded Su Mang of the female ghost who died unjustly.
"Then what?" she asked cautiously.
"I have sold my best youth to jk international. I will soon be old. I have no time to find a wife. I am still a bachelor."
"Haha," Su Mang laughed dryly, "The older a man is, the more valuable he is. For a mature man like Ling Xiao, if he wants a wife, isn't it just a matter of licking his fingers?"
Su Mang began to reflect.
She probably used Ling Xiao too hard. She treated him like a superman in the past few years. Last year, he spent 364 of the 365 days of the year eating and living in the company. The only day he had a day off was when he was sick.
