Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Chapter 195 President Lu, Please Lose Money
"Don't provoke Qiao Yin again. She's not like me. She will fight back because my brother tolerates you again and again. Then you will be the one who will suffer."

Lu Lingche walked to the door: "Also, I don't want to hear that you like me again, don't say it again in the future, and don't cross the line, I won't do anything to offend big brother again."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.

This time, Mrs. Lu and Wen Bilan couldn't stop him no matter what.

With his assistant, he quickly went to the group and began to deal with all kinds of mess.

After the stock market opened, the group's share price continued to fall, and doubts from all sides hit Lu Lingche.

However, he had already prepared for this and did not have any emotions.

But the wound on his mouth and the strawberry on his neck disappeared without a trace, which made him sigh again that Qiao Yin's medicine was too easy to use.

At 10:30 in the morning, Lu Lingche was in a meeting when his phone vibrated.

He glanced at it, it was from Qiao Yin.

"Mr. Lu, the dress last night was 36 yuan, please pay for it."

He replied casually: "Blackmail me?"

"It's true. It's a high-end model, and the price is 36 yuan. It's a loss."

Her words were short and indifferent, all she wanted was money, as if she wasn't the one who slept with him last night.

She was really—more ruthless than him.

He replied with a cold face: "No money."

Qiao Yin, who was lying on the bed, looked at these two words and was speechless for a while.

If he has no money, who has money?

She had never met anyone more stingy than Lu Lingche!
"Are you going to pay or not?"

"No compensation."

"If you don't pay, I'll go to your group to make trouble, and let you make another hot search!"

"casual."

Qiao Yin was so angry that it was fine to be stingy with money, but he was so stingy with words even when sending messages, and he was perfunctory with two words.

Looking at the bruises all over her body, she put down her phone annoyed, not wanting to talk to Lu Lingche anymore.

She didn't know what time Lu Lingche left in the morning, she had set the alarm clock, but it didn't go off, and she didn't know if she turned it off unconsciously, or if it was turned off by that bastard Lu Lingche.

She found her pajamas and put them on, and while getting out of bed, she called Lu Yanxi.

The auction house goes to work at ten o'clock, and it's already 10:30 at the moment.

"Yan Xi, I'm sorry, I got up late today, and I'll be late for a while."

"I know, the second brother has asked for leave for you. He told me that you can come to the company in the afternoon. Anyway, the company is fine now, and I haven't gone yet."

Qiao Yin froze for a moment: "Did he ask me for leave?"

"Yup!"

Lu Yanxi grinned: "Second Sister-in-law, were you with Second Brother last night?"

Qiao Yin's face was a little hot, but Lu Yanxi was no outsider, she admitted: "We are indeed together."

Lu Yanxi was very excited: "Second sister-in-law, you did a great job! I declare that you will be my idol from now on! You should hook the second brother to you, and you can't let him go to Lan Yuyi's place! Make her mad!"

Qiao Yin really wanted to say that she didn't seduce Lu Lingche, nor did she want to seduce him, but he insisted on entering her house.

She wanted to drive him away, but in the end she didn't know why it developed like that.

I knew I shouldn't have said that she slept with Dongfang Mu just to annoy him, but Lu Lingche was angered in the end.

She regretted it very much.

Shaking her head and throwing Lu Lingche out of her head, Qiao Yin said with some guilt: "Yan Xi, there is one more thing I want to tell you, the dress I borrowed yesterday... was broken, I am so sorry. However, you tell your friend that I will compensate you according to the price."

Lu Yanxi was a little confused: "Second sister-in-law, my friend said that your skirt has already been returned!"

Qiao Yin was also confused: "What?"

She looked down at the fragments of the dress all over the floor, and felt that her brain was not enough.

(End of this chapter)