Chapter 3291: Brother, no more [36]

Adjutant Lu clearly remembered that just six months ago, when the Chieftain was imprisoned ~ Miss Song, his thinking was not so delicate!
Today, the scumbag idea given by the Chief Executive is so delicate and caring that it will definitely make women feel happy and unhappy.
Really, he can guarantee that Miss Song will be happy!
Adjutant Lu walked out with joy.
Gong Qing was still standing in front of the window coldly, the fine cigar between his fingers, emitting a smoky light, set off his handsome and domineering face, becoming more and more cold like Shura.
He squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself in a deep voice: "Qi Bei chasing women is so bold and looks good, I will try it too!"

Song Song walked out of the door of the Hermes store, a touch of anger in his heart.
Then Qin Weiwei is really her dead star, how come every time she meets her, there is nothing good?
She worked hard and worked hard until 12 o'clock in the evening every day, smiling to the guests, working diligently to do her part, and also trying to help her colleagues to do extra things, which won the Dige Unanimously praised, got a weekly salary of more than 1,000 yuan.
Today, in the blink of an eye, he was ruined by that hateful Qin Weiwei.
Without Qin Weiwei's trouble, she would never buy this brand-name silk scarf, let alone a silk scarf with tears.
A ripped silk scarf, no matter how expensive it is, is useless, and no one wants it even if it is thrown into the trash can.
She looked at this flawed silk scarf as if she was looking at herself who was no longer chaste and complete, and she felt a little sad for a while.
"Fine, don't throw you in the trash can, take it back, and see where you can use it casually... You can blame the poor, because Qin Weiwei pierced a hole inexplicably... I am tired, otherwise You could have been beautiful..."
Song Song bowed his head and stroked the torn silk scarf and walked to the side of the street.
She didn't have any thoughts to continue shopping, and the last penny she had had just paid out. She couldn't afford clothes anymore, so she went home and continued to paint.
As he was walking, he suddenly speeded past the street, a young skateboarder.
The boy was dressed in a cool, lightning-blue windbreaker, and rushed directly from Song Song's eyes, and bumped Song Song, who was walking with his head down.
Song Song Lian brought a bag and was knocked down by the young man, but the young man continued to slide forward violently and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Song Song rubbed his sore wrist, reluctantly picked up the bag and the scattered items.
What a misfortune does not come singly!
How unlucky is that you can be hit by people when you go out?
Song Song didn't have time to lament, she nervously looked at the pen that had fallen a step away. It was lent to her by the manager of Dige, so don't break it.
But it looks okay. The 18K gold body of the fountain pen shimmers in the sun and is not damaged.
Inside the Hermes store.
Qin Weiwei saw the scene that happened suddenly at the door and pulled her lips gleefully, and hooked her fingers at the female painters behind him: "Let's go, let's see!"
The group hurried to the door, looking at Song Song who was picking up items scattered in the bag on the ground, couldn't help but laugh:
"Hey, I really don't know how you draw, your hands and feet are so inflexible, you can get hit when you walk! With such a bad reaction, you are embarrassed to be in the comics circle?"
"Oh, people always rely on unspoken rules to get ahead. Where do you need flexible hands and feet and quick thinking? They only need a good pair of'force'!"
"Yes, bed~ You can sell 6,000 books at once. Tsk! Those of us who paint honestly can't understand it!"