Chapter 181 The future is long, I will torture you
What the hell? Su Yanshen arranged it for her? How is that possible?
Yu Wanwan frowned, and her unbelievable reaction made Qiao Qianqian very proud. She thought that Yu Wanwan was stimulated when she heard that Su Yanshen fell in love with the bar singer, and then said: "I'm not afraid to tell you, just to let you know, I express
Even if I fall in love with a woman in a bar, I won’t fall in love with you."
She lowered her eyes and scanned Yu Wan's night with disdain, "Actually, you are not as good as that bar singer now. At least you are popular now. You might even make your debut in the entertainment industry, and you might even become a first-line singer in the future."
Yu Wanwan wanted to say that was impossible.
She will never develop in that direction.
She was still dubious about Qiao Qianqian's words, "How do you know the photographer was arranged by Mr. Su's gang?"
"Xiao Shui is my friend, do I know this is difficult?"
Qiao Qianqian snorted and looked at Yu Wanwan with disdain.
It seems that it was really arranged by Su Yanshen...
But why did Su Yanshen arrange it like this? If he wanted to arrange it, he would arrange it for Ming Shuang, right?
He couldn't have deliberately aroused Mingshuang's hostility towards her because he expected that Mingshuang would have a dispute with her because of the photographer.
That would be more harmful than helpful to Mingshuang.
Yu Wanwan was puzzled and shrugged, "Deputy Director Qiao, Mr. Su doesn't like me, nor does he like a bar singer."
She is very determined.
Because she was the bar singer, Su Yanshen only had Mingshuang in her heart.
Qiao Qianqian felt that Yu Wanwan was still too confident in herself, "If you don't believe me, we'll see."
Then she said cruel words to Yu Wanwan, "The days are long and I will torture you well."
When you're done, turn around and leave.
Yu Wanwan thought about Qiao Qianqian's cruel words and pursed her lips in a funny way. She had tasted all kinds of bad revenge, was she still afraid of any storm?
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Last night, Su Yanshen still didn't come back.
Because she had to go to work, Yu Wanwan set her alarm clock and opened her eyes at 7:50, not daring to waste a second.
I didn't wake up naturally, and I was still feeling groggy even after washing up.
When she came downstairs, she raised her hands and stretched.
"Good morning, Miss Yu."
I met Aunt Ping when I went downstairs.
"Good morning Aunt Ping."
She turned around and entered the restaurant. When she reached the door, she was shocked to see Su Yanshen sitting in the restaurant, half of the breakfast in front of her had been eaten.
Su Yanshen also raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Wanwan. She was lazily yawning halfway with her mouth open.
Apparently he slept well.
Su Yanshen's face was stunned for a moment, "Do you know how long it takes to get to Phaeton from here?"
Yu Wanwan said casually: "If there is a traffic jam, it will take about half an hour."
She had walked back and forth countless times before.
She went over, pulled up the chair and sat down. She habitually picked up the cup to drink the soy milk, and took a fork in her left hand to fork out the sliced bread.
Su Yanshen looked at Yu Wanwan's soy milk cup, his eyes flashing coldly.
Aunt Ping brought another bowl of porridge to Yu Wanwan. She noticed that Yu Wanwan's left hand was red, swollen and had broken skin, and asked with concern: "Miss Yu, what's wrong with your hand?"
Su Yanshen's eyes also fell on Yu Wanwan's left hand.
Yu Wanwan shook his head, "It's okay, I was stepped on by a pig's hoof."
She let go of the fork and put her hand under the table, using only her right hand.
After finishing the bread in her mouth, she picked up a spoon and prepared to drink porridge. The screen of her phone lit up with a WeChat message.
Clicking on it, she was pulled into a group. The name of the group was 'Wanqing Project Team', which group Xinlei dragged her into.
