It was said that someone had specially delivered samples from the manufacturer to the door. Wu Lixuan went out to sign for them.
"Our boss Wu's handwriting is so beautiful." An employee from the company who followed her took a photo of her, flattering her little boss.
Wu Lixuan rolled her eyes. However, as a businessman, you need to learn to write beautifully when signing, so as not to be laughed at by others for being uneducated.
"What is beautiful? What kind of handwriting can be beautiful for a person who has never finished elementary school?"
The woman who spoke walked out of the elevator on the floor. She looked like she was in her fifties. She was wearing jewelry, jade bracelets on her hands, and a gold chain on her neck. She had good skin care, and to be honest, this lady didn't look old, and her clothes made her look better.
, there is a certain charm in it. Only when the lipsticked mouth opens, it becomes full of vitriol, and the fat and round face instantly turns into a three-cornered monkey face.
Several company employees looked at each other, feeling that something was going to happen.
Wu Lixuan's expression suddenly changed, and the imprint of this woman has always been deep in her mind.
Do people remember happy things more clearly or do they remember tragic things more clearly? The obvious answer is that they must remember sad things more clearly. Because the human brain inherits the genes passed down from the ancestors and develops the most basic
Nerve reflex chain, remembering these lessons will help the body automatically avoid similar injuries in the future and prevent future injuries.
Wu Lixuan's legs unconsciously wanted to walk away, and she could walk as far as she could.
In terms of personality, she has never been a girl who likes to quarrel with others. It's not that she is afraid of winning the quarrel, but that some people can quarrel you to death even if you don't win. They are like a psycho. Ordinary people can usually only treat this kind of person.
No idea.
"Where are you going? Are you feeling guilty?" The other party walked up to her in a few steps, raising his red nails in a seductive manner, almost poking her face.
There is no point in escaping when someone provokes someone in front of her. Wu Lizuan calmed down and said to several employees: "It's time, you can get off work."
"Yes, Mr. Wu." Several employees followed the boss's order and left.
"Are you afraid that they will lose face if they see you?" The other party looked even more proud when he saw her asking people to leave.
"You have disgraced yourself." Wu Lixuan said, "You are a habitual liar."
"I lied, what did I lie about?" A mentally ill person like this will never admit it.
"Your son is not dead. Do you dare to say that you are not lying?"
"Would I curse my son to death?"
This woman treated everything she said as fart.
Now, everyone can know who this woman is, Fang Qinsu’s mother, Li Yaohong.
"That's what you told me back then, that he was dead." Wu Lixuan argued with the other party.
"Say it again, can I curse my son to death?" Li Yaohong was not afraid of whether he had said this before.
"That's what you came here to do?"
"What can I do? You hurt my son until he had a car accident. I didn't ask you to pay for medical expenses. It was already good. I only asked you to leave him. But what did you do to him last night?" As he said, Li Yaohong
He took out a few newspapers from his bag and slapped the pages vigorously in front of her with his hands.
The other party made loud noises in her ears, just to scare her.
Speaking of which, after the tickets were sent out, He Xiangyu sent her a text message after watching the performance saying that everything went well, and she ignored him. After all, she had already made up her mind to stay away from that person and never see him again.
