Another woman folded her arms, looked at the woman walking in the hall with her head lowered, and asked pretending to be confused: "Why is the vixen also at the airport?"
As she spoke, she glanced sideways at Wang Jialing beside her, with a smile of unknown meaning appearing in her eyes.
These words are undoubtedly provoking trouble.
Wang Jialing just said that Luo Jian's flight would arrive soon, and Vixen appeared at the airport at this time. Is this a coincidence or not?
"Humph!" Wang Jialing snorted coldly, walked into the hall again, and walked directly towards Zhao Qingqing.
Zhao Qingqing was lowering his head and hesitating whether to go to a hotel to code or go to a cafe to sit and code all night, when a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing seven or eight-inch red high-heeled shoes.
Her eyes slowly moved up along the feet, and before she even raised her head, there was a 'pop' sound, and a slap fell on her face.
'Hiss' there was burning pain on her face, she raised her eyelids and looked angrily at the person who beat her, who turned out to be Wang Jialing, Luo Jian's fiancée.
But now, no matter who she is, if you hit her, you must pay her back.
So two loud slaps, 'Pah, Pah', fell on Wang Jialing's heavily made-up face.
This was something Wang Jialing never expected.
She didn't expect that Zhao Qingqing would dare to fight back. The last time she scolded her at Wang Yichen's school, he didn't even retaliate.
He didn't expect her to be so aggressive. The two slaps took almost a blink of an eye and she didn't even react.
My face also felt hot and painful.
The two women who were with her were also shocked when they looked at Wang Jialing's face. Ten fingerprints were clearly visible on her heavily made-up face, five on each side.
Zhao Qingqing raised her chin and looked at Wang Jialing, who was looking at her in surprise, with anger burning in her eyes.
Is Colonel Luo's fiancée really mentally healthy? If not, why did she run up to her like this and slap her inexplicably?
Wang Jialing covered her face with one hand, pointed at Zhao Qingqing's face with the other, and cursed: "Little slut, didn't you pretend to be cowardly and pitiful in front of Luo Jian last time? You are really a veritable vixen, so capable.
You are so good at acting."
What happened last time caused Luo Jian not to answer her calls for a month. She didn't see him when she went to the army to look for him, and he didn't even return to his own home.
Huh, I was all deceived by this vixen's pitiful appearance.
Seeing that Wang Jialing was Luo Jian's fiancée, Zhao Qingqing strongly suppressed the anger in his heart and warned: "Miss Wang, please pay attention to your wording."
She is really worried about Colonel Luo's married life. Is it really okay to live with such a mentally disturbed wife?
The next time you have a chance to see him, you must persuade him well and get to know him, and you can't watch him throw himself into the fire pit without helping him.
Wang Jialing sneered, "You still want to be shameless? You kept our family so obsessed with it all day long just because you wanted to use him to trap Luo Jian. Do you think I don't know?"
Zhao Qingqing clenched his fists tightly with both hands. The veins on the back of his hands and forehead were all bulging. He had reached the limit of his tolerance. He relied on imagining the handsome face of his idol Colonel Luo to suppress him.
"Ms. Wang, let me say it again, please pay attention to your wording."
If she cursed again, her fists would no longer be able to endure it.
Wang Jialing was disdainful, "You are a little vixen, why should I be afraid of you?"
‘Pah!’ Another slap fell on Wang Jialing’s face. Zhao Qingqing’s whole body trembled with anger, “If you talk badly, you must be beaten.”
