Beloved wife bad temper: Stop it, CEO!

A high-end fashion suit is the simplest and most elegant dress for working women.

The tall and slender figure can fully support the elegant, intelligent, smart and capable atmosphere.

A startling face, with the usual coldness of resisting people thousands of miles away, a pair of star eyes looking around indifferently, calm, even faintly covered with a few strands of cold light.

A pair of white high-heeled shoes take a very steady step, a curly hair naturally fluffy scattered in the shoulder, with her walking movements gently shaking.

The people present have not yet reacted, but Jiang Rongrong strides to her side. Her face is cold, and her mouth is reproach.

"Why are you here now?"

Shen Fanxing glanced at her indifferently, and his tone was full of indifference.

"I wish I could come, Jiang Dong."

Jiang Rongrong's eyes were a little sharp, and her tone was a little sharp.

"What's your attitude?"

Shen Fanxing blinked her eyes, looked at her and said slowly, "do you think What attitude should I take towards you? "

Jiang Rongrong's eyes narrowed tightly. "Don't forget, I'm still your grandmother?"

Shen Fanxing gave a low smile.

"If you don't tell me, I really forget."

Smell speech, Jiang Rongrong looks a little cold again.

She is as smart as she is. She can hear the irony in Shen Fanxing's words.

"Are you complaining that I don't care about you enough for so many years?"

Not enough?

Shen Fanxing just sneers in his heart. Jiang Rongrong is not worthy of this word.

A bottle of water is not full, that is not enough.

A bowl of rice is not enough.

It's not enough to give half the money for shopping.

"Not enough" at least has been given.

And Jiang Rongrong, over the years, has given her any concern?

Shen Fanxing did not speak.

She doesn't intend to waste more words with her on this topic which is not worth looking forward to without nutrition.

She had a shallow smile on her face, with a thick irony. She didn't say anything again, but Jiang Rongrong felt a burning pain on her face.

"Now that you're here, you should know what you need to do tonight!"

Shen Fanxing snorted coldly, "yes, naturally."

She looked straight ahead at the high platform.

The lights are focused. It's definitely a high-profile place.

Moreover, just swept a circle, there are a few of her not too strange faces.

If I remember correctly, I am a reporter from several well-known entertainment media.

It seems that Shen Fanxing is the absolute protagonist at this annual meeting tonight.

It's not easy. One day, it will be able to shine on the Shen family's "territory"!

Shen Fanxing took a deep breath, and the sad bitterness and ridiculous irony in his heart merged into an indestructible ice.

She strode toward the front, cold face, step by step wind, with a cold breath.

Everyone looked at her curiously, but because of her aura, they made way for her one after another.

"Sister..." Shen qianrou came up, his face was full of strong apology and weakness, but the pride between his eyebrows and eyes could not escape Shen Fanxing's eyes.

Shen Fanxing just glanced at her indifferently, as if no one was walking by her side.

"Stars..." Su Heng suddenly stood in front of her and looked at her with a complicated look. "You don't need to give this head, stars. I'll make everything clear."

Shen Fanxing stops, looks slightly at Su Heng, and suddenly hisses.