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墨書 Inktalez
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Being abandoned and betrayed has become a foregone conclusion, but life must go on.
After resting for two days, I went back to work as usual. My colleagues looked at me with sympathy, and I was very puzzled.
But during the regular meeting, I found out: the new director sent by the headquarters who humiliated me with a hundred thousand dollars is a pretty boy.
Before I started working, they had already put on a love show in the company. I broke up with Feng Yun, no, I was dumped and kicked out by Feng Yun, and everyone knows about it. Everyone even predicted my fate: being targeted, being set up, being forced to resign...
There were mocking, there were gloating, there were sympathizing.
In the same company, I see Feng Yun all the time, but as for that pretty boy Song Huairen, he often asks me to report on work. I'm not embarrassed. It's others who are embarrassed.
Ran into Feng Yun, she silently looked at me, hoping to see sadness on my face, but I didn't. I looked back coldly. Feng Yun was very surprised by my reaction. Maybe my smile that day made her feel that I was very rational, that I couldn't be a lover but could still be a friend. In case that " Song Huairen " goes abroad again, has an affair, or quits, I would still be there to fill in the gap. Actually, she was overthinking.
In the past two years, my kindness towards her has been genuine. I make her favorite pumpkin pancakes and millet porridge every morning, and I cook snail noodles for her at night (I can't stand the smell of it, let alone eating it). I hand wash the underwear that can't be machine washed for her...
My exit is not because someone with the surname Song appeared, but because someone with the surname Song is richer than me.
I walked past him indifferently, without any waves.
It's hard to find a three-legged toad, but there are plenty of materialistic beauties. A fickle woman like a floating duckweed, what's there for me to be sad about. Bored on the weekend, I don't like living with my dad and Aunt Qi, who is only a little older than me. The stock market has been in a downturn for a while, with no challenge at all. I cleaned my rental house and removed all traces of Feng Yun.
I went downstairs to take out the trash, and a bright red BMWmini was parked right in front of me. The door opened, and the first thing that stepped out was a pair of tender white long legs. As I looked up, I almost mistook her for Tong Liya: she had the wildness of a girl next door and the elegance of a delicate beauty. Most importantly, it was obvious that she was coming for me. I admit that I was moved, but I still maintained an indifferent appearance.
A beautiful woman walked up to me and softly asked, "Are you Mr. Qin Zhi Jian?" I impulsively wanted to turn away, smooth down my messy hair with spit, put on a tie, and slip into suspenders, and politely say, "Yes, I am." But I didn't have the chance. I was holding two bags of garbage, wearing a T-shirt that said "delinquent youth," and torn jeans.
"Is there something you need from me?" I tried to act as gentlemanly as possible.
The beauty looked me up and down, saying, "I am Song Huairen's sister, and I'd like to have a talk with you."
What is there to talk about with me?
I wanted to refuse politely, but she had already opened the back door for me and gestured with a bow. I felt like I was under a spell and got into the car with her in a daze. On Monday at work, as usual, it was a public display of affection between Song Huairen and Feng Yun at noon. I just smiled indifferently, thinking they were two idiots.
I cursed while eating, " Song Huairen " walked over and looked at me with a complicated expression. I ignored him, of course. " Song Huairen ": "I'm really sorry, I truly love her."
Me: "I know, you guys love each other well."
Song Huairen: "Is Feng Yun a good girl? Has she suffered with you?"
"I'm very capable! She's always very satisfied." I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, feeling very proud.
pretty boy was choked by water. This kind of refined scum like him can't even imagine that my words could be so harsh. Also, I'm sure that pretty boy's kidneys are not good. He went to the bathroom six times in the morning, and he can't hold it at all.
By the way, I gave him a new name: Sissy Song.
Feng Yun ran over and forcefully hugged pretty boy's arm, asking, "What's wrong?" looking at me with hostility.
I feel great, not only did I trample on the superiority of the the Song family, but I also peed on it.
- It's bad enough that you stole my woman, don't push it.
Work's over, let's all go downstairs together.
At the company entrance, a fiery red BMW Mini was parked there. "Tong Liya" was graceful and elegant. Ignoring the drooling of a group of guys, I walked over and, at her gesture, bowed and got into the passenger seat. In the rearview mirror, Sissy Song, Feng Yun, my colleagues, and the security guard at the entrance were all stunned. The beauty beside me was extremely outstanding, with porcelain-like skin. When driving, she was fiery, and when still, she was elegant.
Last time we had a long talk. Her name is Song Wanqing, a wealthy heiress from a wealthy family. Five years ago, after her father and mother divorced, her father married a stepmother who brought her son, Sissy Song, with her. Feng Yun said that the the Song family's wealth of tens of millions is actually too conservative.
I thought she would show off in front of me like her stupid brother, and her words were filled with impatience: "But, beautiful lady, why are you telling me this?"
Beautiful lady Song Wanqing: "In my early years, I opposed my dad marrying my stepmother, I rebelled and opposed him... He was disappointed in me, insisted on marrying the stepmother, and was enchanted by her. Now the stepmother is in charge at home, and my cheap little brother wants to take over the family property..."
The heroic and generous spirit arose in my heart: If the uncle can endure, the aunt cannot endure!
Hero saves the beauty, I like it. Dealing with the scheming stepmother, I'm willing. Taking down a malicious scumbag, I'm duty-bound. Today, I'm going to accompany her to meet her biological father and stepmother, and help her launch the first battle to defend her family's property. But I still raised my question: Why me?
She doesn't look at me, "Because you are more pure, I can trust you."
Is this praising me or scolding me?
I also expressed my reluctance to the extreme: "But why should I help you?"
"Because you are the embodiment of justice, Angel of Light!" She turned her face to me and said seriously, "And, isn't it satisfying for us to join forces to deal with the woman who abandoned you?"
This sounded not only comforting, but also practical.
Then, a bank card was handed to me: "There is a hundred thousand yuan in it, consider it a deposit. There will be a bigger sum after the job is done."
Oh my, the beauty is so cool.
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