Under the fierce sarcasm and belittling of Tianhu and Tianbao, she begged desperately and helplessly: "Tang Moyu, take me away, okay?! I beg you, take me out of here..."
In fact, what made Mu Wanqing sad and unbearable was not the humiliation of Tianhu and Tianbao, but... Yang Mufan hugged other women and sat there indifferently, calmly watching others insult her.
I have known Mu Wanqing for a long time.
Tang Moyu remembered clearly that when he first saw her coming to the company to apply for a job, she was wearing business clothes that didn't fit well. Perhaps she was in too much of a hurry to rush to the company, and the heels of her cheap high-heeled shoes fell off.
She sat in the interview crowd with simple makeup, receiving the disgusted looks from everyone as if they were looking at monsters, and blushed slightly, but... the haggardness and grayness on her face could not be concealed even by makeup and shame.
of.
She just sat on the bench, her eyes full of helplessness and despair, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.
That day, he didn't know why, but he saw her entering the interview office barefoot and wearing high heels, and by some strange coincidence, he decided to hire her.
It was a long time later that he learned that she was raising two children alone.
I often travel to companies, hospitals, and apartments at three o'clock.
He had seen her in the most miserable state, he had seen her in the most miserable state, he had seen her running a street stall in a dirty downtown at midnight, but he had never seen her so weak and desperate as if she was lying in the desert.
The fish looks like it is about to suffocate to death.
The hand holding her thin shoulder couldn't help but tighten.
He hesitated for a moment, then said lowly and forcefully: "Okay."
Before hugging her and getting up, Tang Moyu took off his coat and put it on her body.
He was worried that the tears would expose the fragility and unbearability of her face, which would make her even more ugly, ashamed, and even more heartbroken, so he gently pressed her tear-stained face to his chest.
Tang Moyu's handsome face showed a bit of gangsterism and unruliness. He smiled and said: "Second uncle, Mr. Yang, my girlfriend suddenly felt uncomfortable, so I left first."
Saying that, he hugged Mu Wanqing and stood up from the sofa without hesitation.
Sitting aside, Teng Wanfeng, who had been overly excited all night, finally noticed something unusual at the scene. Not wanting the situation to worsen, he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, send Wanqing back quickly."
The friendship between the two companies ended very hastily. Almost as soon as Tang Moyu left with Mu Wanqing, Yang Mufan also announced his departure.
Now that Yang Mufan is leaving, can the friendship continue?
And just as Wen Xiaorou expected, Yang Mufan saw his originally shiny black car in the underground parking lot, which was densely covered with turtles of all sizes and shapes, and his gloomy and dark face.
It is the haze that has become distorted.
He gritted his teeth and roared: "Who did this?!"
The anxious manager, who had been guarding the underground parking lot, heard Yang Mufan's roar and immediately stepped forward in fear.
Before he could speak, Yang Mufan roared angrily: "I order you to find out the person who painted the turtle on my car in the shortest possible time." He wanted to kill that person who was so bold and reckless...
…He was cut into pieces with thousands of swords, his body was broken into thousands of pieces, and he was executed late.
