Billionaire's Cute Encoffiner Wife

Mao Weijin's eyes also looked at the direction that the black luxury car left. Suddenly, the cake box in her hand was snatched away.

Then a sharp and mean man said in a disdainful voice, "you can't see that you still have a life sentiment."

This voice for Mao Weijin can not be more familiar, listening to people headache.

She slowly straightened up and turned around. She saw Wang Li standing in her hand, holding her little cake with her fingers, and staring at her with her head askew.

"To eat a cake is to have an emotional life. Oh, Wang Li, you said your life is so boring. " Mao Weijin helplessly whitened Wang Li and reached for the cake she picked on her finger.

"Oh, indeed a vulgar man." Wang Li gave a sneer and deliberately hid from the side and said, "do you know how much this cake costs? Limited, you can't buy them in line! "

"It's a waste to give you this kind of food!" Wang Li said jealously, "I don't know which blind man can take a fancy to you."

With that, Wang Li suddenly had a sly smile on her lips. She raised her hand holding the cake box up. Then she pretended to be a slippery hand and shook slightly. Then she saw the cake box fall from Wang Li's hand.

But the cake didn't fall to the ground as Wang Li thought, but when she didn't respond, she didn't know how Mao Weijin appeared beside her, and then reached out to catch the cake box.

"If you are so jealous, you can find a blind man to buy you one. Why bother to serve someone else's cake?"

Mao Weijin slightly raised her eyebrows to Wang Li and said with a smile.

"Mao Weijin, you are not proud! Isn't it just a piece of broken cake? There's nothing to show off! Look at your gloomy face, which normal man can like you

Wang Li's plan not only failed, but was ridiculed by Mao Weijin. Naturally, she was upset. She stretched her neck and roared at Mao Weijin.

Mao Weijin, who had already carried her own cake and left, suddenly heard Wang Li say such annoying words behind her. She couldn't swallow it.

So she helplessly turned her lips, turned around, looked at Wang Li very seriously, and said in a very pertinent tone: "Wang Li, I don't know if I have a bad face, but I know that from the heart, people's aura will also change with people's personality and internal."

With that, Mao Weijin carefully stretched out a finger and described Wang Li's face across the air. He said, "you've been blackening in the printing hall recently. It's better to be careful!"

With that, Mao Weijin turned around and walked away, leaving behind her the roaring voice of Wang Li.

"Mao Weijin! Who do you think you are! You're black, you're foggy! Pooh

Because there is still a period of time to go to work, Mao Weijin ate the cake that moyou Xuan gave her in the lounge.

Don't say, it's delicious!

However, if Wang Li had not told her, she would not have known that the cake was precious!

This Mo you Xuan, suddenly so good to him, what does he want to do?

After eating and drinking, Mao Weijin was preparing to go to work when he heard someone walk into the rest room and talk in a low voice.

"Did you hear that director Wang seems to be promoted, and then director Wang wants to give her present position to Wang Li."

"What? To Wang Li? We all know what kind of virtue she is. Why should she... "

"Hush! Keep it down Another voice said quickly, "you don't know the relationship between Wang Li and director Wang. There are some things we can do with one eye open and one eye closed. Now we don't feel happy to chew her tongue. When we go out to see her, we should remember to please her more."

"Yes! But if Wang Li is really in charge, I think Mao Weijin's life will be sad. "

"Let's go for our own good fortune. We'd better not worry about other people's affairs."

Two people are talking about it, suddenly found that Mao Weijin is standing on one side, listening to their conversation very seriously, suddenly embarrassed, two people quickly turned out of the lounge.

In fact, for Mao Weijin, it doesn't matter who is in charge, because the purpose of her work here is to be able to take more entrusted tasks with higher difficulty coefficient, because only when such tasks are completed, the quality of "wish stone" will be at the top level.

Just thinking about it, suddenly a group of black gas flashed by. When Mao Weijin turned her head, the black gas had disappeared.

What she said to Wang Li just now was not to frighten her. She was black and her head was covered with a black mist.

Although her face is full of cosmetic effects, but in the eyes of Mao Weijin, her face is sallow, her lips are pale and her eyes are sunken. It will lead to disaster soon.

Out of the lounge, Mao Weijin found that the whole funeral home was covered by a black fog, although the outside sun is bright, but the funeral home is surprisingly cold.

"Mao Weijin, what are you doing in a daze? Go to work in the workshop."Just as Mao Weijin looked around and planned to find the source of the black fog, Wang Jie, in charge, walked over quickly, frowned and said in a bad mood.

"I see." Mao Weijin took back his mind and pushed the door into the workshop.

Compared with the cold outside, the workshop is much warmer.

As soon as Mao Weijin came in, he saw the body of a little girl lying on the workbench.

She went over and looked at the little girl carefully. She was about six or seven years old. Her face was pale and blue, her lips were pale, her eyes were closed, her arms were on her sides, and she was lying upright on the workbench.

It is said that the girl died of leukemia. During her illness, her parents lost all their money and tried every means to treat her, but in the end she did not stay.

Thinking of this, Mao Weijin's heart suddenly seemed to be touched by something, and became very heavy.

Just as she put on her gloves and started to work, she suddenly felt someone pulling her clothes behind her.

Mao Weijin quickly turned around and saw that the little girl's soul was standing behind her, holding her lapel in two hands and looking up at her with expectation.

The little girl was not beautiful, but her face was ruddy, much more vivid than the corpse lying on the workbench.

"What can I do for you, little friend?"

Mao Weijin turned around, squatted in front of the little girl, smiling, trying to allow the softest voice to talk to her.

"They said, you can make me very beautiful." Said the little girl.

"Yes." Mao Weijin said with a smile and a nod.

"Would you please make you particularly beautiful? I want my parents to see me the most beautiful."

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