Rebirth of Vengeance Daughter

Chapter 10

Sure enough—it was the pottery art that Ling Zixiao had let go of in the office before.

Tao Yi, who was elegant and elegant before, had already turned pale at this time. She gritted her teeth and looked at Ling Zixiao and Bai Rui'er, and smiled angrily: "Hmph! You two are really good? Are you cheating on me? How long has it been?!"

"Cut! What right do you have to say about me?" Bai Rui'er obviously wasn't easy-going, and immediately retorted: "You're not his wife, why are you standing here and whining?"

"You! You bitch!" Tao Yi didn't expect Bai Rui'er to talk back. He was at a loss for words, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed Bai Rui'er hard, "You dare to grab a man from me? Don't even look at me Who is Tao Yi!"

Luo Qiange still knew Tao Yi's background. Her father was the old director of Luo's enterprise when it started.

Of course Bai Rui'er didn't care about this, Tao Yi's attack was so severe that she screamed in pain and jumped up directly: "You, you dare to hit me!? My old lady fought you hard today!"

Before the words were finished, the two dignified and elegant women who usually lived in Jindu actually got into a fight in the bathroom.

Looking at the farce in front of her, Luo Qiange couldn't help but want to laugh: her original partner just stood there and watched silently, but the two interveners scratched anxiously first, it was really funny.

Ling Zixiao sighed with some headaches, and simply ignored the two of them and walked out the door. When passing by Luo Qiange, he grabbed her wrist with his backhand and pulled her out of the bathroom forcefully.

"Hey!" Luo Qiange didn't guard against his move, and was dragged out directly, so he could only frown and call him in a low voice: "Let me go!"

How could Ling Zixiao listen to her? He dragged her all the way to the parking lot of Jindu, then stopped and stretched out his hand towards her.

"What are you going to do?" Luo Qiange took a step back, looking at him warily, but she was quickly guessing in her heart: Could it be that he knew that she took her seal?impossible?He has no reason to guess her head!

"What do you think?" Ling Zixiao raised his lips and smiled.

Luo Qiange looked at him with a frown, and shook his head defensively: "I don't know what you want."

"Ha!" Ling Zixiao was amused by her expression, couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, reached out and nodded her head: "What's going on in your mind?"

As soon as he made this move, both of them froze in place for an instant - this action was his habitual action when he was joking with Luo Qiange before.

Luo Qiange stared at him blankly, but didn't realize it for a moment. When she regained her senses, she realized that Ling Zixiao was holding her mobile phone in his hand and was scrolling for something.

"Hello!" She immediately became displeased, and reached out to get back her mobile phone, "What are you doing?"

Ling Zixiao tilted her body slightly, avoiding her claws easily, then took out her mobile phone, looked at the missed calls on the mobile phone with satisfaction, and then returned the mobile phone to her: "I have time to contact you."

"Who wants to contact you!" Luo Qiange angrily took back the phone and turned around without looking back.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Ling Zixiao quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her gently into his arms, bowed his head and laughed softly: "Why? Going in such a hurry? Don't you want to catch up with me?"

"You!" Luo Qiange suddenly wanted to sneer, this is really a kind of love, just now he was chatting with two women in front of her, and then turned around and wanted to make love to her.

Ling Zixiao gently blew into her ear: "When will you have time, huh?"

His tone rose, with obvious ambiguity, Luo Qiange blushed slightly, pushed him away forcefully, and said angrily: "I won't waste time on you!"

After she finished speaking, she gave him a hard look, turned and left without looking back.

no!It was only then that Luo Qiange realized that she had a shameful nostalgia for this man. No matter what, he was the man she loved the most in her previous life, and her feelings were not so easy to let go. She couldn't fall into his hands again. !
When she ran back to Shiguang Ji in a hurry, A-Tong was so anxious that she thought Luo Qiange had lost his way in Jindu Building. Fortunately, the president was not there, otherwise it would have been terrible.

"Scared me to death!" A-Tong patted his chest exaggeratedly, "I was still thinking about where to find you!"

"Just wandering around for a while, nothing to do." Luo Qiange casually said a few perfunctory words, but fortunately A-Tong didn't suspect much, and just asked her to pack up and get ready to leave work.

When she changed her clothes and came out to check in, Luo Qiange found a design draft on the table.

She picked up the design draft with some curiosity. It was a poster design for a public service advertisement. The whole design was ingenious and amazing.

However, the only shortcoming of this design draft is that it has a bit of masculine toughness, unspeakable incongruity, and lacks the generosity and atmosphere that public service advertisements should have.

Luo Qiange frowned and looked at it for a long while, then picked up a pen itchingly to revise it a little bit.

A-Tong just came in from the outside, and seeing her eagerly holding the design draft, he quickly snatched it over, "Hey, hey! What do you want?"

"...Then what, I'll just take a look." Luo Qiange looked at the design draft with a guilty conscience, and immediately promised, "I'll return it to you immediately, and I promise not to mess with it!"

"Okay..." A-Tong handed it to her carefully, while warning, "You must not move! I will be miserable if someone settles accounts with me!"

"En!" Luo Qiange nodded repeatedly, a cunning flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the employees of Guangguangji were summoned to the front hall.

"Who else has touched this design draft except me?" Shen Yuanmo stood in front of him and put the tampered design draft on the table, looking coldly at the group of people standing in the front hall.

(End of this chapter)