My Chief Husband, Too Mensao!

Just because Yun Qiao Yan Yan Qing Xiu, a little younger, looks a bit poor, when working, the male boss looks at her eyes will be a lot of wretched.

It is obvious that a female colleague with a normal appearance and a deeper age can work normally, but she has to be nervous and her boss suddenly reaches out and touches her ass.

What's more, publicly jokes about her color during her working hours, or slap her clothes in public and plug her in the bathroom.

Why?

Why do young and beautiful girls suffer from this kind of discrimination? Encounter this kind of scum?

Do everyone think that they are born to be bullied and should be sold out?

Yun Qiao tightened the small palm of his hand and did not want to argue with the fat lady of the landlord.

Who told her that she still owes rent to others? In the end, she is incompetent. She is not right. She owes some people.

Why bother to compete with people for a while?

"Well, I am moving. But, you have to let me go in and clean up my things?"

"As far as your little bit of money is broken, I will throw it out! Look for it, go and dump the trash!"

"you--!"

A second ago, Yun Qiao still felt that he was owed to the landlord, and should endure not to conflict with the other party.

This moment, she almost overthrew this idea, can not wait to die with this fat woman.

But she is more nervous about another thing.

"What about my photo?!"

"What photo? Hehe, the photo of the wild man hidden under your pillow? It looks good, isn't it a little white face?"

"He is not - you said that!" Yun Qiao's eyes are red, "Please respect the dead!"

A soft little face, a bit of a fierce attack.

The landlady frowns: "Hurry up and take a photo of your dead man!"

Yun Qiao turned over the garbage truck at the corner of the street for a long time.

Finally, I turned to the little purse.

The purse was stained by rotten leaves, but fortunately, the photos inside were still there, and the boy's hearty smile seemed to come from another world, illuminating Yun Qiao's face.

She smiled faintly.

Smiled and smiled at the corner of his eyes but burst into tears.

She did not firmly grasp the freedom of fate, but was stunned by the cruel fate.

It’s almost mad.

"It's really hard to live, or else, I will go to heaven to find you..." she muttered to herself.

Behind him, there was a harsh male voice: "You are Yunqiao?"

Yun Qiao, who is immersed in grief, stunned.

I quickly wiped my tears and turned around.

Her tears never show up in front of people.

Just like the occasion of the cafe, Gu Yu and Xiao Ning, she is not willing to let friends see their own embarrassing side.

What is the pain, I have tears!

Yunqiao turned around, and by the dark light of the street lamp, she found out that she was a secretary dressed in a suit and a serious man with a serious expression.

"It's me, is there anything?"

"Miss Yun should be a smart person. You and my boss are in the Empire State Building tonight, I hope you can completely forget it. If you can forget it as soon as possible, this check will be yours."

A big check, one above, and a lot of zero.

"I don't know your boss!" Yunqiao frowned, but the next second, she suddenly reacted.

The boss that this person said may be the **** man who pulled her into the hotel in the presidential suite this afternoon!

She just sent the coffee to the wrong room. She was wrong, but the man couldn't open the door and dragged her crazy to the bed...

So... now this man is thinking that she will sell it and pay her?