Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 645 You are humiliating me!
An Yan was stunned, then picked up the report and took a look at it.

The report reads: Patient Zhang Yao suffered arm plexus damage and muscle weakness in her right hand.

An Yan's heart sank.

For a designer, arm plexus injury means that he can no longer draw design drawings, which is indeed a devastating blow.

An Yan looked at Zhang Yao with sympathy: "I can understand your mood..."

"You can't understand it at all! How can you, a condescending chaebol like you, understand the pain of a little person like me!"

Zhang Yao interrupted An Yan and said viciously: "Today I just want to seek justice for myself. You must be responsible for the rest of my life!"

"You want me to be responsible for the rest of your life?"

An Yan's eyes were stunned, she really didn't understand Zhang Yao's brain circuit.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and patiently explained to Zhang Yao: "I sympathize with you for the problem with your right hand caused by poisoning, but in the final analysis, it is not my fault."

"First of all, I did not do it for you to be poisoned. I am also a victim. I also want to find the murderer as soon as possible. Furthermore, I remember that the organizer has given you a huge compensation, which is enough for you to live well for the rest of your life. You You already accepted it then, so why are you coming to trouble me now?”

"I……"

An Yan's question made Zhang Yao's arrogance temporarily stagnant.

Yes, An Yan was not the one who poisoned her. An Yan was also poisoned and went to the hospital.

Moreover, she, she actually knew about the compensation?
Zhang Yao's eyes flickered and she felt guilty for a moment.

She dared to come and make trouble with An Yan because she felt that she was implicated by An Yan and An Yan should compensate her.

But now that An Yan said this, Zhang Yao was a little unsure whether she had come in the wrong place.

An Yan was not the murderer, and she had already signed a confidentiality agreement and received compensation.

But, but...

Zhang Yao lowered her head and looked at her right hand. Thinking of all the humiliation and rejection she had endured these days, her guilty conscience quickly dissipated.

Yes, An Yan was innocent, and the Weisman organizer also compensated her, but so what?

The piece of beef that poisoned her was given to her by An Yan. If she didn't blame An Yan, who could she blame?

She will be just a useless person for the rest of her life, and her life is still ruined!
And what about An Yan?

Zhang Yao looked up at An Yan again.

She has become disabled, but she is still bright and beautiful, why?
Anger, jealousy, resentment, all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, and Zhang Yao's slender eyes were once again occupied by anger and paranoia.

She brushed back her messy hair, turned around and sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and stared at An Yan.

"I don't care what you say, I only know that I was poisoned because of you. If you don't give me an explanation today, I won't leave in your company!"

Zhang Yao was wearing a smoky gray dress and a loose coat, unbuttoned. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were fierce, and the word "rascal" was written from head to toe.

An Yan looked at her quietly for a while and sighed in her heart.

Zhang Yao, who was at the Weisman competition, although her words were provocative and her words were weird, she was at least a normal woman.

Well-dressed, with exquisite makeup, and eyes full of life, she looks no different from an ordinary white-collar woman in the workplace.

But the Zhang Yao in front of him looked like a down and out scoundrel who gave up on himself.

Zhang Yao like this is indeed disgusting, but An Yan couldn't help but feel pity when she looked at her like this.Everyone who can become a designer must have put in countless efforts and efforts behind the scenes.

Zhang Yao's career was ruined, and perhaps she gave up on herself just because she was too desperate.

An Yan thought for a while, got up, walked to Zhang Yao, and discussed with her.

"I know you can no longer draw, and I feel sad, but I think you have been a designer for so many years, and your skills should still be there. So I want to discuss this with you..."

"What, are you thinking of arranging a job for me?"

Zhang Yao showed a successful smile and interrupted An Yan.

"I'm telling you, I can't do anything now, but my monthly salary cannot be less than [-], so you can figure it out!"

"Sorry, based on your situation, our company does not have a suitable position for you."

An Yan was not used to Zhang Yao, so she directly extinguished her fantasy and continued: "What I mean is that I can introduce you to several training schools I know as a teacher, and give theoretical courses on fashion design to students. you can think about it."

"You want me, a disabled person, to be a teacher?"

Zhang Yao was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and cursed like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"You think I'm not miserable enough, you're humiliating me! An Yan, you bitch, you are so beautiful, but you still want to see my jokes, why didn't the murderer poison you to death? Why wasn't you the one who became a cripple?"

Zhang Yao's emotions, which had calmed down briefly, lost control again. Like a madman, she grabbed the computer on An Yan's desk and tried to smash it again.

Qin Shu heard something was wrong outside the door and opened the door with a thump.

Zhang Yao looked back, pushed Qin Shu away, rushed out of the door, ran to the office area, grabbed two pots of flowers and threw them at them, shouting hysterically.

"Come on, come on, let's see what kind of black-hearted boss your boss An is! She has made me a cripple and won't even give me a bite to eat. She is a vicious and vicious woman!"

Caught off guard, several tables in the office area were smashed to pieces, and several assistants were so frightened that they screamed and hid in corners.

Fortunately, Sister Huang had asked two security guards to guard the door before. Zhang Yao suddenly rushed out and they were unprepared. They quickly caught up and held Zhang Yao down.

Zhang Yao was grabbed by the arm and simply slid her body to the ground, rolling on the ground while still cursing.

People in the office areas upstairs and downstairs had also heard the commotion and came to watch the excitement. The entire floor where the president's office was located was in a commotion.

The two security guards rarely saw Zhang Yao's kind of knife meat. They lost their mind and looked back at An Yan.

An Yan's sympathy for Zhang Yao finally disappeared at this moment, and she ordered the security guard: "Please get her out. If she still wants to cause trouble, just call the police."

As soon as the word "call the police" was spoken, Zhang Yao, who was lying on the ground cursing, was obviously startled.

An Yan, a bitch, dared to call the police regardless of her face?

She dared to act unscrupulously because she knew that people in these big companies were afraid of losing face and would not dare to call the police when something happened.

An Yan is not afraid?
Zhang Yao's scolding stopped suddenly, and there was a moment of silence around him.

After hearing An Yan's words, the two security guards immediately picked up Zhang Yao and walked into the elevator quickly.

When Zhang Yao reacted again and wanted to make a scene, her voice had completely disappeared from everyone's ears.

The troublemakers were gone, and the employees in the office area reacted quickly and dispersed quickly, doing whatever they needed to do.

Only a few assistants whose desks were smashed were left in shock and looked at An Yan and Qin Shu helplessly.

(End of this chapter)