Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Qu Qingchen was stung by the faint light on ah Qin's face. He suddenly sank his face and gritted his teeth. "Where do you think GM is? Come and go as you want?"

Ah chin picked up her bag and calmly replied, "who do you think I am, Tan Jing? You can beat me if you want and scold me if you want?"

After putting down this sentence, she opened the door and went out without looking back.

Qu Qingchen couldn't breathe. He almost held his breath in his chest, and the cruel words that he had to export in the future were firmly stuck in the middle.

Ah Qin took advantage of the slow God's Kung Fu to leave quickly.

In fact, as soon as she walked out of the office door, ah chin felt her wrist tremble. Even though it was sunny outside and the temperature was unusually high, she still felt a chill in her back neck.

She is very angry, but she always has to bear the consequences afterwards. When she tears her face in anger, it means that she has made her determination in front of outsiders and is not willing to have any relationship with GM and Tan Jing from now on.

But then again, she used to be a servant of the Qu family. She had no skills. Now she lost her job. What should she do next?

The feeling of revenge is like a storm in midsummer. It comes and goes quickly. After all the storms have subsided, the only thing left is the withered branches and leaves on the ground, which are in a mess.

Ah Qin walks into the elevator and shakes out the door of the company. It's not until the sun sets like boiling water above her head that she suddenly gets excited and returns to reality.

Only then did she realize that what had just happened was true, not a dream or a fantasy. She really took the initiative to resign and dared to throw the door on Tan Jing's ugly face.

But what to do next?

Ah Qin raised a hand to block the too dazzling sunlight, and looked at the endless flow of spacious road in front of her.

The big wheat city is bustling. Every day there are many fresh lives in the city telling their own stories and living their own lives in an orderly way. But what about her?

What should she do?

And now it's noon. The sun at the end of June is hanging high on the sky. There are no clouds. The hot light is pouring down like invisible magma and spilling on people without fear.

Ah Qin wore a white short sleeve, and a thin layer of sweat came out on her back. She collided with the rough chemical fiber material, and it was very painful.

Subconsciously, she reached for the corner of her clothes and decided to go home first and try again.

Just as she was about to turn around, a black shadow came over her head, isolating the dazzling sunlight.

Ah Qin was surprised, and suddenly looked back. What came into her eyes was a young man's face, with a shallow smile at the corner of her eyes, which was as attractive as peach blossom.

And this young beautiful man is holding a black umbrella to cover the sun for her.

A Qin subconsciously face a heat, some uneasily grasped the single shoulder bag strap, lowered his head and whispered, "sorry."

With that, she took a step back and was about to turn around and walk away.

The beautiful man did not give up. He took a step forward as she walked. The shadow of the black umbrella floated over, like a big black cloud.

Ah Qin was a little strange, instinctively looked at the man in front of him.

In front of him, this man's life was very beautiful. His formal clothes were set on his slender figure, and they were all set off with a kind of cold and ascetic taste. His skin is very white, and his fingers are as warm as jade. When he comes near, ah Qin can smell a little cold fragrance of men.

Ah Qin quickly went through it in his mind, and he didn't remember when he was involved with such a rich man.

So she in line with the principle of reason first, gently cough a way, "this gentleman, please..."