After Zhuo Jian and Yang Yi returned to the office, Ruxiang had already left, but someone wanted to find her and asked: "Hey! Our host Zhuo is back! The woman who dares to steal the man of the eldest daughter of the Lin family is indeed not an ordinary woman.
Where’s the stuff!”
Yang Yi turned to look at the colleague: "What are you talking about? Weird?"
"Teacher Yang, you don't understand what we girls talk about."
The female colleague gave him a wink and reminded him.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian smiled lightly: "Teacher Yang, you really don't understand. Miss Zhang is praising me for being more courageous than her!"
Female colleague: "..."
"Is not it?"
Zhuo Jian saw that she looked unhappy and asked again.
"I said you are shameless! I didn't expect that you look innocent and harmless, but secretly you are a little! Slut!"
The female colleague said something and turned around to leave.
Zhuo Jian was indeed humiliated because of those three words after her.
Seeing that the man was about to leave, he took a deep breath, but still chased after him: "Stop!"
Yang Yi stood by the side. It was the first time he saw Zhuo Jian rushing like this, and he was still looking forward to it.
The woman stopped and looked at her: "What else do you want, little sweeper?"
"Mr. Liu's bed is hard to sleep on, isn't it? I heard that his first two wives' deaths were not pretty."
"What? You, you..."
"FD!"
After Zhuo Jian successfully saw her face turned pale, he smiled slightly, gave her his blessings and left her with a beautiful back.
Zhuo Jian originally thought that Mr. Liu's matter was over, until that day when he went to Xingguang to have dinner with Ouyang Ping and Li Yuqing. When he went to the bathroom, he happened to meet Mr. Liu there, and the person sitting on his lap was not at this time.
This colleague of hers had no color on his face.
Yang Yi was waiting for her at the door of her office. When she came back, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in appreciation: "You caught a colleague's hand so quickly. It seems that you really can't be underestimated."
"An outstanding person like our teacher Yang will never have any leverage in my hands."
Zhuo Jian smiled and told him.
Yang Yi smiled: "I have to accompany your wife to watch a drama in the afternoon, so I'll go first."
"good!"
Zhuo Jian agreed and entered his office after watching him leave.
As soon as the door closed, she sat inside, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.
Or as a newcomer in the workplace, she has been in such an office since she first arrived. She cannot be too naive to think that everyone can get along harmoniously.
I don't know how many people will dislike her in the future, openly or covertly, so she has to be careful.
There was a vegetable sandwich next to the table. She picked it up, opened the package, and started to eat it carefully.
Soon Ouyang Ping came to her office: "Did you not read Weibo?"
Zhuo Jian looked at her in surprise: "Is there another big event?"
"The fact that Lin Ruxiang knelt down for you was posted on Weibo. You are now a third party that everyone can kill."
Ouyang Ping said, putting his mobile phone in front of her eyes.
Zhuo Jian clicked on the video and watched it. While watching it, she couldn't help but think, if she had known she would have torn her face off harder and made the person who is known as the evil woman in people's mouth more stable.
"I've been thinking about a question a lot lately, Zhuo Jian, have you ever thought that Lin Ruxiang might not be sick at all?"
Ouyang Ping lay in front of her desk and raised her doubts.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian smiled: "I think I told you about her situation, right? It can't be false."
"But for a person with cancer, don't you think her physical strength and endurance are really great?"
Ouyang Ping asked again.
Zhuo Jian's eyebrows tightened slightly, but then he still shook his head: "But Fu Yanye is such a smart person, if it is fake, he will not notice it."
Ouyang Ping looked at her doubtfully: "So your trust in Lin Ruxiang depends on Fu Yanye?"
"..."
The sandwich in Zhuo Jian's hand no longer tasted good.