Amidst the flattery of everyone, Qingting waved his hand and said, "Dismiss the meeting."
She walked out first, Zheng Wenbin stood up suddenly and followed quickly.
"Ye Qingting, you are so amazing. You turned the situation around with just a few words."
Qingting stopped and raised a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, "You are stupid and can't see the reality. Why do you fight with me? Relying on these shares? Stop joking."
He is a half-way monk and is not from this circle. He is not familiar with the gameplay at all, and it is expected that he will lose.
Zheng Wenbin felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow, with chills all over his body, "One day, I will win, I will definitely win."
He kept repeating it like he was swearing, his eyes bright and scary.
"Idiots are talking about dreams." Qingting shrugged his shoulders, not taking him seriously at all, he was just a puppet.
Zheng Wenbin followed and shouted, "Ye Qingting, I will not give up, you and the company, I..."
He was very out of control, and the plan he had carefully planned for a long time disappeared with a wave of her hand and turned into a joke.
A figure swept over like a gust of wind and hit him in the face, "Bang."
Zheng Wenbin was beaten so hard that he fell heavily to the ground, his head was bruised and his nose was bleeding wildly.
He fell to the ground, hurt all over his body, and filled with anger. "Master Rui, how could you..."
Qi Rui put his arm around his wife's shoulders and smiled slightly, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
He is calm and calm, with the air of a general, and has a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel like spring breeze, but the atrocities he did are chilling in the teeth.
The directors hadn't dispersed yet. They all gathered around to watch the fun, but no one took the initiative to help Zheng Wenbin.
Zheng Wenbin gritted his teeth in hatred, his cheeks were burning, and there were waves of chills in his heart.
It was only then that he realized how big the gap between his own strength and his opponent was, the difference between heaven and earth.
Everything he relies on is simply vulnerable in the eyes of others.
The nosebleed kept flowing, staining his clothes red, and he was in a miserable state, like a river of blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
"Young Master Rui, if you hit someone, don't slap them in the face, you..."
Qingting couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Puch."
Qi Rui kept looking at his wife with gentle eyes, without looking at anyone else, "Honey, what should we eat? The Thai food you like? Or French food?"
Qingting took advantage of the situation and was carried forward by him. He tilted his head and thought for a while. "Thai food."
Seeing Zheng Wenbin's bloody face, she suddenly wanted to eat brightly colored Thai food. Don't ask her why.
Zheng Wenbin struggled to get up. The two people's backs had disappeared from the door, and his expression changed unpredictably.
The phone rang, Qingting picked it up, and a strange voice came from the phone, "Ye Qingting."
Qingting frowned slightly, "Who?"
A slightly annoyed voice came from the phone, "I'm Wang An, we met a few days ago."
Qingting suddenly realized, how could he have her phone number? His voice was very indifferent, "Mr. Wang, do you have any advice?"
The police were called that day. Wang An's behavior did not constitute a crime and was only fined a sum of money.
After that, she never cared about this person's whereabouts.
Wang An was a little indignant on the phone, "I heard that you vetoed that project? I don't know why?"
Although he tried to be calm, the tone of accusation could not be concealed in his voice.
Qingting raised her eyebrows. She was well-informed. She asked sarcastically, "Do I need to explain to you?"