I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 522 Who Wins With Cold Violence
Jiang Chacha was so irritable as hell.

In fact, she didn't know exactly where Wen Huaizhi had offended her, she only knew that she was very annoying.

"What does he mean?"

Same as schizophrenia.

Jiang Chacha cursed in her heart.

Coincidentally, not long after she walked out of the president's office, she heard a sound of electricity, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light entered her eyeballs, making her feel a little dizzy.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhang Sichi bouncing over, "The electricity is finally here!"

Seeing that something was wrong with her expression, Zhang Sichi tilted his head and asked.

"Vice President, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Jiang Chacha tried her best to make Wen Huaizhi's influence on her disappear.

She turned her head suddenly and looked at the closed door.

After calming down, the doubts in her heart slowly troubled her again.

She frowned.

She began to think about what kind of person Wen Huaizhi was.

He is hateful and pitiful, he can be as gentle as a big tree, or as dangerous and brutal as a storm. He is calm and gentle for a while, satisfying all her fantasies about a calm and calm male lead.

However, just now he tore apart the little filter she had finally put on him.

Let her know how deceitful and hateful he is.

In fact, the reason why she asked the question just now was not without reason.

Now, she seems to be able to feel who has different meanings to her, and she is no longer a single-minded ignorant.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chacha suddenly regretted why she was afraid of him just now, why she flinched.

She should force Wen Huaizhi to answer that question, she wanted to see his truest reaction.

The most opportune moment has been missed.

Does Wen Huaizhi like her a little bit?
This question troubled her heart like a dark cloud that lingered on the roof on a cloudy day.

Jiang Chacha took one last look at the door, then turned her head and left.

The northern hemisphere is about to enter winter, and now it is getting darker and faster. The power supply of the office building has been restored, but when I looked out the window, I found that the sky was completely dark.

The chattering in the house gradually became quieter, everyone lowered their heads and was busy with their own affairs, wanting to finish their work quickly and go home from get off work.

Jiang Chacha sat there, found a box of chocolate bars filled with strawberries and ate them there.

Seeing that she was eating like she was venting her anger, Zhang Sichi came up and asked gossip again: "Vice president, did you quarrel with the president?"

"No."

Although she said no, she ate the chocolate bar very hard, biting her white teeth fiercely, with a little bitch expression on her face.

At this moment, she raised her eyes from this position and saw a man with outstanding temperament working in front of the computer. The desk lamp on his left was on, and the warm light was blooming on the bridge of his nose, and the flickering light and shadow changes illuminated his eyes. His jade-white face.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips.

But it was such a face that made her crazily moved before, and now she hated it more and more.

Bian Jichen has consolidated his position in the student union in just a few days, and there are a bunch of diehard fans who follow him to the death. In their words, he is a male god, a male god who does not eat fireworks.

Jiang Chacha thought, in a few days, he will be able to take her position as vice president.

She rolled her eyes inwardly and looked away.

When she returned to the office to get her things back, she realized that the tall and noble man had already left, leaving only a cold room.

She packed her bag, turned off the lights, and closed the doors and windows. When she came back, she saw that there were not many people left in the office building.

When she was leaving too.

In the original corner, a figure moved.

"Vice president."

Distant address, cold social tone.

As soon as Jiang Chacha stopped, her eyes trembled. After biting her lip firmly behind her back, she turned her head pretending not to care, and smiled at him, "Minister Bian, what's the matter?"

Hehehe, since you are so indifferent to me, then I will be indifferent to you too. Who is afraid of anyone? She has done nothing wrong, isn't she just pretending to be a stranger?It's not like she doesn't know how to be cold and violent.

She wants to see who can bear it more.

Jiang Chacha sneered for a while, and her smile became brighter.

There was only one lamp left, and half of Bian Jichen's figure was hidden in the shadows.

He looked at her calmly, his eyes were the ones that looked at her tenderly before, but now they became restrained and indifferent.

He said: "We have to go to meet the shareholders."

(End of this chapter)