1814. Chapter 1814 Secretary Rong who is strangely respected and intimidated [9]
"How dare you hit me?!"
"I hate violence the most! But..."
Taking the wet tissue from Xue Ying, Bo Jinghan wiped his fingers one by one, balled up the tissue, threw it away and threw it on Cen Jingsong's face, and quietly finished the turning point: "I hate people even more.
, insulting the people around me.”
"Cynthia, you bitch!"
"You keep saying this is cheap, that is cheap, how much more noble are you than us?" Raising his eyebrows, Bo Jinghan looked down at her, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, full of disdain: "It seems that I should let you defeat clearly.
Now you don't have any qualifications to negotiate terms with me. Money...I don't have any shortage, so even if I offer a price, you can't afford it. Even if you eat three meals a day and stay up to accompany big guys from all walks of life.
In my eyes, sports are just a fraction after the decimal point. I forgot to introduce you, but the person who took the selfie with you as the background picture today is the apple of Qiao's Industrial. With this weight, I shouldn't need to explain it in detail.
Are you clear? However, you are lucky to have a photo with a truly noble daughter. Do you want me to send it to your mobile phone so that you can show off to your big bosses?
hehe……"
"What did you say!"
Cen Jingsong was dumbfounded. She shook her head vigorously: "No, it's impossible. Do you think I will believe you if you just make up a sentence? That little girl with a big butt can't even handle a single thing.
You don’t even have any luxury goods, so why do you say it’s the golden jewel of Joe’s Industry? Bah, even a pig wouldn’t believe it!”
"So you don't believe it either."
Bo Jinghan continued indifferently, and before Cen Jingsong could react, she slowly knelt down and frivolously scratched her red and swollen cheeks with the tips of her nails. When her hot face was scratched by her fingertips, there was an inexplicable feeling.
It was numb and slightly indescribably painful. But the sense of danger that came over her face made her shudder.
"You...Cynthia, what do you want from me?"
"Don't get angry, don't yell at me. I prefer obedient guys, and I never take the easy way out."
The fingertips were still lingering on her cheek, but Cen Jingsong was like a dumbass at the moment, forgetting to resist and letting Bo Jinghan play with and trace the toy of her face. And the moving voice came from those crimson lips.
Between the petals, it overflows gracefully and gently.
Every word, every sentence, is extremely clear: "I am also teaching you, teaching you how to recognize the current situation. Not everyone is as vain as you, giving up an indifferent and peaceful life, and using those who work for people like you
Things that are expensive in the eyes, package themselves into something that can be evaluated by money. Just like you...your outfit is worth this amount."
Bo Jinghan stretched out his other hand, spread his fingers, and waved it in front of Cen Jingsong: "From top to bottom, armed to the teeth, you are worth half a million. So those who like to play little stars will know at a glance that you are
Where is the bottom line? And you are used to using this bottom line to evaluate others, but you don't know that truly noble people never take these so-called luxury things seriously!"
"Hmph, what qualifications do you have to talk to me!" Fear spread in her eyes, but Cen Jingsong always thought highly of herself and still refused to bow her head: "Cynthia, you are just a canary abandoned by Bo Junchen. You lost your sponsor.
