Deep love never ends

But even if Ma always said so, what was the posture of the people on the sofa just now, what is the posture now.

Or lazily leaning against the sofa, eyes casual and cold, light look over.

"Oh?"

Qin Langjun's voice was like a smile.

A faint overflow from the throat.

The noise at the bottom is still there, but inexplicably this side seems to be isolated, especially quiet and depressed.

I don't know if it's my illusion. I always think his eyes sweep over me.

With a kind of coldness that goes hand in hand.

Mr. Ma is naturally unwilling. The old fox has never suffered a loss.

Speaking of words, it's more tactful and can't grasp the handle than when negotiating with me just now.

Like a slippery loach.

It's impossible to fathom his intentions.

But no matter how sophisticated the fox is, it is still useless for Qin Langjun.

From beginning to end, Mr. Ma was talking himself.

I stood beside Mr. Ma and always looked at Qin Langjun subconsciously.

He seemed lazily to close his eyes. Except for a few, um, times from time to time, he basically had no other reaction, like he didn't care at all, more like he didn't care about the current partner at all.

President Ma said a lot, not to mention Qin Langjun. I can't even listen to him.

These twists and turns keep circling in circles, just around those points.

First, he made it clear that the failure of the contract had nothing to do with him. He was also a victim and passive. Then he said things with the relationship between Qin and Ma for so many years.

Increasing the chips seems to remind Qin Langjun intentionally or unintentionally that he is a big customer and an old customer who can't be ignored at will.

If it's someone else's words, I don't know what effect such words can have.

Unfortunately, in this case, it fell on Qin Langjun's side.

When I was distracted, President Ma had finished paving the way and directly transferred the pot and the topic to me.

"She is responsible for this contract. President Qin should give me an explanation now. In fact, according to our friendship, there is no need for compensation. The employee was directly dismissed and let me deal with it?"

Ma always seemed to wave generously and said.

When I heard this, my pupils contracted fiercely, but I didn't speak.

I didn't look at the sight of the people around me, but looked down at the ground.

It's rather dark here. Only when the lights of various colors fall, there is a moment of light.

Because the noise here can cover the voice from time to time. When Mr. Ma said these words, he basically relied on roaring. He didn't care about my existence at all.

After all, in his eyes, a person like me is not as intimidating as an ordinary employee.

After all, it's just a plaything that has been played enough. In the eyes of people like them, it's like the garbage at the bottom

Humble and ridiculous.

In the chaotic movement here, I still carefully identified the familiar cold voice.

It seems to be with a little smile and a consistent coldness, "how do horses always plan to deal with it?"

I can clearly hear Mr. Ma's proud and depressed smile.

Even without looking at his face, it's enough to imagine the winning ticket.

Must be very proud.

If the contract is unsuccessful, someone can vent his anger, which is a very good result.

For him, it's a good result, but for me, it's not a fun thing.

There are many examples around me. None of the women who were transferred out came to a good end. Even Bai Xuan, who had planned to take the initiative to devote herself at the beginning, didn't come to a good end.

And I

The chill came on me one after another.

The rest is unimaginable.

Rao is my strong smile, but I still can't raise much.

Can only quietly continue to stand here, listen to the movement here, try to keep calm and light, but only the hand is still tightly clenched, and the nail stabbed the palm.

It hurts.

Those words just now seem to have a great impact. They only impact after they know it. I don't know whether it's because of this or because the movement here is too big and the ears are uncomfortable.

Anyway, tossing down, my ears seem to bulge a layer of membrane, and I can hardly get in a lot of words.

I didn't catch the conversation between them.

But in the end, Mr. Ma's face was particularly ugly.

When I heard the horse always biting his teeth and talking, I came back and looked up.

President Ma's face was ugly, like being humiliated, and said, "it's hard not to achieve. For such a tired woman, President Qin plans to ignore our friendship for so long?"

"Friendship?"

When I saw Qin Langjun look up and heard this, I gently sneered.

Casually playing with the cup in his hand, he said: "speaking of friendship, my people heard it just now. Didn't Ma always say that even if I came, it's useless. This business is not sincere. What friendship will we talk about in the future?"

He spit out every word in no hurry.

The sound is light and mellow.

It's not high or low. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it easily.

But the weight in these words is enough to fall, so that people can't ignore it at all.

"I'm tired of playing. Since this person is mine, Mr. Ma should know when to meddle and when to be honest."

Before Ma always spoke there, my wrist was suddenly pulled.

It was just an instant accident. My body lost balance and had no time to adjust. I fell into the sofa. The sofa was soft and painless, but the strength was impact. I was stunned and relaxed for a moment.

Followed by the tip of the nose is the familiar smell, wrapped with the smell of tobacco.

The business collapsed. Qin Langjun didn't hold the cup in his hand. There was no expression on his face, so he got rid of the cup.

Hit the ground, this sound is not very loud, glass slag splashed everywhere.

It was undoubtedly a hard slap.

Mr. Ma's face was bad, but he still didn't say anything. When I was in a trance, I seemed to hear their conversation. There were enough handles on Ma's side.

No matter how loud and angry he was, he didn't dare to step on the handle to continue to show off.

Until he left, Ma Zong's face was not very good, but he had to force a smile.

Speaking of it, Mr. Ma is even older than Qin Langjun. He should have a lot of skills after so many years, but he still has to swallow at this time.

Before Mr. Ma left, he looked at me with a bit of cold in his sight.