He really doesn't understand him anymore. They grew up together, and this man's heart is really not that complicated.
Opening a page of information, he patted his face.
Well, Mr. Yu Wenchen, the Soviet-style great secretary to the president, started working. He smiled bitterly and entertained himself.
It's strange that Su Zhe was happy when he faced Su Zhetuo with a dead face every day.
The office was quiet, except for the sound of pages being turned. But there was a woman standing outside the door. She pressed her ears against the tightly closed door, and then went inside to see if there was anything.
When there was a special sound, he straightened up.
Fortunately, she made a cross on her chest and clasped her hands.
Thank God for your blessing, our Deputy Yuwen is still alive.
She walked back to her seat carefully, then turned back and looked at the tightly closed door. Their CEO was so terrible recently. They had better not make any mistakes, otherwise they would have to go home and rest on their laurels.
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She sat back on her seat, the smile on her face was extremely stiff. It was strange that she was smiling happily after being tortured like this every day.
Winter in China is very cold, but winter in England seems to be even colder.
In the simple maid's room, Xiao Xi brought a hot towel and handed it to Xiang Qinglan. She stood aside and stirred with her fingers, twisting and twisting. She really didn't know what to say.
Such a big handprint, in fact, no need to say anything to Qinglan, she also knows whose masterpiece it is. This is too cruel, look, it is swollen like this, and is no longer beautiful. I never thought that the rumored lady would
It's so scary. How can Xiaoqing have such a deep hatred against her and bully her like this?
She pursed her lips, feeling really wronged. Although they were often bullied, no one had ever hit them, let alone received a slap. How painful would that be.
As she thought about it, she felt like the slap was hitting her face, and her eye circles turned red all of a sudden. She lowered her head and saw that her hand was held by Xiang Qinglan. She put it down and kept it there.
The towel on her face was smiling. Although one side of her face was swollen, she was still very beautiful. Her eyes were very dark and big, and there were always soft waves inside that made people feel comfortable. She was a very gentle person.
A very heart-wrenching woman.
"Xiao Xi, I'm not in pain. I'll be fine soon. Don't worry, okay?" Xiang Qinglan wrote in Xiao Xi's hand, but Xiao Xi just blinked and nodded after a long time.
The madam is the master, they are just servants. It is normal for the master to bully the servants, and the servants can only say that they are fine even when they are bullied. Therefore, she hates the master here and the madam. Except for Master Yin, there is no one here.
Good people.
Xiang Qinglan let go of Xiao Xi's hand. She sighed softly and put the hot towel on her face again. She would be lying if she said it didn't hurt. It hurt from her face to her heart.
Therefore, she could only endure it.
Looking up, she saw Wang Xiaolan who had been standing outside the door. There was no expression on her face. She seemed to be thinking of something through her.
Turning around, she walked out, and then turned back soon, but she also held a towel in her hand. She walked to Xiang Qinglan, took the hot towel directly from her hand, and Xiang Qinglan
Looking at his empty hands, he looked at her with some confusion.
Wang Xiaolan stuffed a very cold towel into her hand again. She looked at the towel in her hand and her fingers were slightly cold. It was really cold.
She put the towel on her face and let out a slight sigh. In fact, if it was an injury like this, cold compresses would be the best. Ice cubes or other cold compresses could help reduce pain and swelling.
"Thank you," she smiled slightly and said silently to Wang Xiaolan,
Wang Xiaolan seemed to be very unaccustomed and turned away from her, no longer looking at her. She clearly hated this woman, but when she was beaten, she felt very uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable.
Wang Xiaolan directly gave the towel in her hand to Xiao Xi who was standing aside, "Idiot, you can't use hot towels. If it continues to be heated, her face will swell even more."
Wang Xiaolan rolled her eyes. Does Xiaoxi have any common sense? She doesn't know how to do this kind of thing. She really doesn't know how she lived to be so old.
Xiaoxi just smiled awkwardly and tapped her feet. She really didn't know because she had never suffered such an injury.
Wang Xiaolan stretched the corners of her lips and walked out directly. She stood outside and hugged her chest with both hands.
A long time ago, she was beaten and bullied like this. At that time, she was indeed as pitiful as Xiang Qinglan, and also as kind as her. When did she change?
, it became so annoying that she even hated it.
She looked at her belly with confusion. She watched Xiang Qinglan love her child so much every day. She didn't know what it felt like, but now, she seemed to understand a little. Maybe she was
She is very bad, she is very despicable, but who can say that she is born bad.
She put her hands in the air, wanting to imitate Xiang Qinglan and feel it. However, her eyes changed and she clenched her hands tightly. She was just a bastard. When she waited
After her revenge was over, she would kill him directly. He was supposed to exist in the world, and she had no plans to give birth to him.
A cold smile appeared on her lips, but there was a hint of complexity in her eyes, as if her heart had softened a lot recently.
At night, rows of wall lamps were lit up in Huairui Castle. The colors were not too bright, but they made the winter night a bit colder. Snowflakes began to fly in the sky. It looked like this.
It will snow very hard.
Arthur finished all the things and walked towards his bedroom. White snow fell one by one on his shoulders and hair. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at the snow in front of him.
The snow just fell on his eyes. When he turned around, there was nothing behind him but the darkness of night.
Pursing his lips, he stretched out his hand and caught a piece of snowflake, which seemed very beautiful. When the snowflake melted with his body temperature, he started again.
The tall body gradually disappeared at the end of the road.
The moment he turned around, a woman walked out from behind him. She ran towards him quickly. However, perhaps because he moved too fast, in the end she could only stare blankly in the direction in which he disappeared.
Let the snow all over the sky fall on me.
It’s a little bit close again, why is it a little bit close again?