One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3291: Brother, no more【36】


Adjutant Lu clearly remembers that just half a year ago, when the chief imprisoned Miss Song, his thinking was not so delicate!

And today, the scumbag idea given by the chief is so delicate and thoughtful, it will definitely make women elated and happy.

Really, he can guarantee that Miss Song will be happy!

Adjutant Lu walked out happily.

Gong Qing was still standing in front of the window coldly, the fine cigar between his fingers exuded a curling light smoke, which made his handsome and domineering face more and more cold as Shura.

He squinted his eyes and said to himself in a deep voice, "Qi Bei's chasing after a woman is quite bold and looks good, I will try it too!"

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Song Song walked out of the door of the Hermès store with a touch of anger in her heart.

Then Qin Weiwei is really her mourning star, why is it bad every time she meets her?

She worked hard and worked hard every day until twelve o'clock in the evening, smiling to the guests, diligently doing her due things, and trying her best to help her colleagues with extravagant things. Emperor Ge was well received and received a weekly salary of more than 1,000 yuan.

In the blink of an eye today, I was ruined by that hateful Qin Weiwei.

Without Qin Weiwei's troubles, she would never have bought a silk scarf of this brand, let alone a silk scarf with holes.

A ripped silk scarf, no matter how expensive it is, is useless, even if it is thrown in the trash, no one wants it.

She looked at the flawed silk scarf, as if she was looking at herself who was no longer chaste and complete, and felt a little sad for a while.

"Forget it, I won't throw you in the trash can, but take it back and see where you can use it casually... You are also pitiful, you were pierced by that Qin Weiwei for no reason... You can be considered as implicated by me. Well, otherwise you could have been beautiful..."

Song Song lowered his head and stroked the ripped silk scarf as he walked to the street.

She doesn't have the heart to continue shopping, and she paid the last penny just now, so she can't afford clothes, so she just goes home and continues to paint.

As he was walking, a boy on a skateboard suddenly passed by the street.

The young man, dressed in a cool windbreaker in lightning blue, rushed straight past Song Song's eyes and bumped Song Song who was walking with his head down.

Song Song Lian was carrying a bag and was knocked down by the teenager, but the teenager continued to slide forward in a hurry, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Song rubbed her broken wrist, helplessly picking up her bag and the scattered items.

What a misfortune!

How unlucky is it to be hit by someone when you go out?

Song Song didn't have time to lament, she nervously looked at the pen that fell a step away. It was loaned to her by the manager of Dige, so don't break it.

However, it looks fine, the 18K gold body of the pen shimmers in the sun and is not damaged.

Inside the Hermès store.

When Qin Weiwei saw the scene that happened suddenly at the door, she pulled her lips in schadenfreude and hooked her fingers at the female painters behind her: "Go, let's see!"

The group hurried to the door and looked at Song Song who was picking up the scattered items in the bag on the ground, and couldn't help laughing:

"Hey, I really don't know how you draw. Your hands and feet are so inflexible that you can be bumped every step of the way! With such a poor response, do you feel embarrassed to be in the comics circle?"

"Aiya, people always rely on unspoken rules to get the upper hand, where do they need flexible hands and feet and agile thinking? People only need a good 'force'!"

"That's right, the bed~ with good work, you can sell 6,000 books at once, tsk tsk! People like us who are honest and draw are incomprehensible!"


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