"Song Lan, what do you mean, who are you looking down on? Why don't I understand, but you understand best?" Fang Xueqi was like a firecracker, which was suddenly lit by Song Lan.
Song Lan didn't say anything. She didn't expect Fang Xueqi to be so sensitive.
She twitched her lips silently and said calmly, "I still think that Miss Fang shouldn't be too confident in herself. She should learn more about the newspaper and then participate in other people's conversations."
After Fang Xueqi came to KEO, Song Lan was very anxious during the past few days at work.
Fang Xueqi usually leaves her work to her department subordinates and secretaries. She only needs to dress up like a young lady and go out to watch catwalks, socialize and have afternoon tea.
Therefore, the foundation of the association is not the same.
Therefore, she did not wrong Fang Xueqi, nor did she even laugh at her, she just kindly asked her to go back and learn more.
Fang Xueqi got angry when she saw the expensive bracelet on her wrist, and now she even thought that Song Lan was deliberately mocking her for her incompetence.
She took a detour to the back of Song Lan, followed the hem of Song Lan's skirt, and stepped on it hard.
There was metal on Fang Xueqi's shoes, which caught Song Lan's skirt. When she closed her feet, her skirt hung on the metal.
There was only a hissing sound, and Song Lan's skirt split from her feet to her thighs in front of everyone.
For a moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Fang Xueqi knew that she had caused trouble, but when she saw Song Lan making a fool of herself, she was still so happy that she almost went crazy.
She suppressed her joy, coughed slightly, and said nonchalantly, "Your skirt caught my shoes on its own. It has nothing to do with me."
Han Zicheng was so angry at Fang Xueqi, "Xueqi, how could you do this!"
Making a fool of yourself in public is a blow to anyone!
Fang Xueqi looked confident, but Song Lan, after being silent for a few seconds after her skirt broke, suddenly said, "Zicheng, don't blame your cousin for now. It seems that I should thank her. She helped me a lot."
Han Zicheng turned his head in confusion, "Huh?"
Fang Xueqi also looked at her as if she was a ghost.
Is that right? She tore her skirt. Song Lan still wants to thank her?
Song Lan's brain was also damaged?
Song Lan ignored everyone's mischievous glances, calmly bent down, grabbed the tattered skirt, measured it with his eyes a few times, and then decisively pulled it to both sides.
The sound of the fabric tearing was clear and harsh.
Song Lan threw the remaining fabric into the trash can, turned around calmly, and said to himself, "Why didn't I think of it before? It turns out that this dress looks pretty good when made into a skirt."
Fang Xueqi looked at Song Lan's two long, white legs exposed under her dress, and was so angry that she immediately returned home.
Song Lan actually tore off her own skirt and made it into a short skirt. Not to mention, it looked pretty good.
An unexpected incident was handled by her in a small way.
Fang Xueqi beat her chest and feet with hatred.
Why did she only step on the skirt just now? If Song Lan's top had been torn open just now, Song Lan wouldn't have been able to behave so calmly and naturally!!
Song Lan has a good sense of aesthetics, and she ripped it off casually, giving the skirt a unique sense of design.
The guests couldn't help but comment. At first glance, her dress was a bit rough, but after looking at it for a long time, they found that it was quite beautiful.
Fang Xueqi was furious, and her mind was completely invaded by hatred.
She doesn't believe that Song Lan's luck can always be so good. She will continue to make trouble for Song Lan and cut her clothes and hair with scissors to see how she can make up for it!!
Fang Xueqi's eyes were red, and she was about to find a pair of scissors to secretly use on Song Lan.
Han Zicheng walked up, grabbed Fang Xueqi's wrist, and yelled angrily, "Xueqi, what on earth are you doing? Are you crazy? What you did to Song Lan before, I can still regard it as a child's nonsense.
But now look at yourself, what do you look like!!"
Fang Xueqi flinched and silently took the scissors back behind her, but she still spoke harshly.
"It's not all Song Lan's fault. It's her who made me lose face. What's wrong with me teaching her a lesson?"
"You are talking nonsense. Song Lan has never targeted you. You have always been causing trouble. Fang Xueqi, I warn you, if you dare to make nonsense again, I will send you back to your hometown immediately!" Han Zicheng stared at Fang Xueqi with a gloomy tone.
Word by word.
The word "hometown" seems to be Fang Xueqi's Achilles' heel.
When she mentioned her hometown, Fang Xueqi's expression suddenly changed.
She quickly grabbed Han Zicheng's clothes and begged for mercy like a child who had done something wrong, "I was wrong, I was wrong cousin, don't send me back to my hometown, I will be obedient and do whatever you ask me to do."
, can you let me stay?"
Seeing Fang Xueqi's pitiful strength, Han Zicheng pulled back his wrist and said in a deep voice, "Go and apologize to Song Lan, right now!"
Of course Fang Xueqi was unwilling, but thinking that Han Zicheng would send her back to her hometown, she reluctantly came to Song Lan under Han Zicheng's serious gaze.
"I'm sorry Song Lan, I shouldn't have done anything bad to you just now."
Han Zicheng followed closely behind, "I'm sorry Song Lan, it was me who failed to discipline my cousin. After I return this time, I will definitely discipline her strictly!"
Song Lan looked at Fang Xueqi, whose eyes were rolling with no regrets at all, and smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth.
"It's okay. It didn't really hurt me anyway. I'm not that stingy. I forgive you."
Han Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Fang Xueqi away so as not to get in Song Lan's eyes.
"Xue Qi, I still need to discipline her well. Next, I will send another person to KEO as an exchange employee. I hope you won't dislike Song Lan."
Song Lan said it didn't matter, "OK, anyone can do it."
Anyway, no one can be as annoying as Fang Xueqi.
After sending Han Zicheng and Fang Xueqi away, Song Lan returned to He Chaozhi calmly.
He Chaozhi had already seen everything that happened just now, but he didn't come forward just because he thought Song Lan could do it alone.
"Sure enough, your style is getting more and more like mine. Well done. I, He Chaozhi, have no reason to be bullied."
Song Lan didn't pay much attention to this matter and gave a perfunctory yes.
She had suffered a lot of bullying since she was little.
Even if you are really wronged, it doesn't matter.
She doesn't care.
Seeing that the banquet was coming to an end, Mrs. Jun came over with a tall and handsome young man. The man was imposing, dressed in a black suit, and had deep eyes. At first glance, he was a prominent figure in the Jun family.
Mrs. Jun introduced Song Lan with a smile, "This is my son, Jun Zetian, Mr. He, Miss Song, do you know each other?"
Jun Zetian was taciturn. He shook hands with Song Lan and He Chaozhi respectively, without any unnecessary words or expressions.
It seems that I came to see them purely to coax Mrs. Jun.
Mrs. Jun liked Song Lan very much and wanted to talk to Song Lan more, but she looked at everyone.
"Since everyone is here today and has participated in the auction, I would like to ask everyone, what do you think about charity?"
