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Chapter 407 I Don't Know Zhang Ruoxi

Zhang Ruoxi never expected that the person who recommended Ye Weiwei would be such a positive person. He had a priceless mobile phone, Gu Qifeng's phone number, and a positive recommendation...

At this moment, she was in a state of confusion, staring blankly at Ye Weiwei, who was being hugged and admired by Lin Xiaoxi, and listening to the mocking words beside her.

There was a burning feeling on his face, as if he had been slapped several times by Ye Weiwei.

It’s so hateful, I couldn’t slap him in the face but I got slapped instead.

It's all Sang Rou's fault. Why did she provoke Ye Weiwei when she had nothing to do? If she hadn't provoked Ye Weiwei, how could she have jumped out to ridicule her, and how could she have caused such a lot of trouble for herself!

Nowadays, if the high-imitation shoes I bought are ruined, I won’t tell anyone, but people will keep telling me about them.

So angry.

What would she do if Gu Qifeng came later? Wouldn't her face be completely beaten and there would be no place to put it?

Zhang Ruoxi began to be afraid, and her face became more and more embarrassed. While she was still thinking about how to get out of this embarrassing state, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Unsurprisingly, it was Gu Qifeng.

Today he is wearing a royal blue suit, with a handsome slicked back hair, a cold, arrogant and dignified light on his body, and an air of nobility in his movements.

He just had a cold face, but those nymphomaniac women were already blushing and salivating at the corners of their mouths.

"Weiwei, I'm here." Gu Qifeng stood in front of Ye Weiwei with an elegant smile and a gentle voice.

Lin Xiaoxi next to Ye Weiwei swallowed her saliva, bit her lip, stared at Gu Qifeng's face infatuatedly, scratched Ye Weiwei's palm with her fingers several times, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Weiwei, you are great.

Ah, I really know Gu Qifeng."

Ye Weiwei smiled at Lin Xiaoxi, then looked at Gu Qifeng, smiled and nodded: "I'm sorry to ask you to make a special trip."

"What's the matter? Just tell me, don't ask me to come here all the way. You can just ask me to carry you up a mountain of swords and a pan of oil. After all..."

Jamel Xiao likes it.

Gu Qifeng did not say these five words, but Ye Weiwei received them with her mind.

Thinking of Jamel Xiao's face, Ye Weiwei's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Someone's influence is too great.

"By the way, who bullied you?" Gu Qifeng put one hand in the pocket of his suit pants and glanced at everyone.

He had already reported to Xiao Jamhan before coming.

Xiao Jinghan just gave one instruction: Those who bully his wife should never think about living in Beicheng in the future.

For the sake of his brother's wife, he will become a tyrant today and drive away everyone who should be driven away.

Ye Weiwei and Gu Qifeng looked at each other, crossed their arms and turned back, their eyes staying on Zhang Ruoxi for a second.

Zhang Ruoxi's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and her bones were shaking involuntarily. She took a deep breath slowly and then exhaled, trying to calm herself down.

But the more she did this, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Ye Weiwei is really a master, she just looks at it and crushes her mentally.

Zhang Ruoxi regretted more and more that she had touched Ye Weiwei, a difficult nut to crack.

"Mr. Gu, I am a witness. Just now Zhang Ruoxi bullied Xiao Weiwei. She also said she was your girlfriend. She said many, many unpleasant things!"

Sang Rou suddenly spoke, she arched her eyebrows and stared at Zhang Ruoxi proudly.

She has always been a retaliatory person. If Zhang Ruoxi offended her, she would be waiting to die this time.

"Girlfriend?" Gu Qifeng frowned slightly and stared forward with a cold gaze, "I don't know Zhang Ruoxi."

In the last sentence, Zhang Ruoxi has already felt the breath of death.


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