Fan Shiyu was dragged into the car by the agent, and his anger rose to the peak, "What do you mean?!" You even let me wear that dress, you're not disgusting, I'm disgusting! ”

Her mind is now full of Sang Zi's arrogant face, and the humiliation of being kicked off the car by He Yan that day, and she wants to strangle herself to death.

"Shi Shi, calm down." The agent brought her a bottle of water, "Don't be deceived by that girl's tricks." ”

"What do you mean?" Fan Shiyu frowned, holding the water but didn't have the heart to open it.

The agent leaned to the side with his arms folded, his eyes sarcastic, "Do you think she really has a way to fix that dress?" ”

But she said ......"

"You believe what she said?" The agent snorted lightly and said, "That dress was thrown into the machine by Xiao Zhao himself, she has been in the clothing industry for so many years, will she look away?" ”

Fan Shiyu was stunned, his eyes kept rolling, "Then what do you mean?" ”

The agent rolled his eyes inwardly and patiently explained: "That dress must be an imitation, others can't see it, can't K.K see it?" ”

Fan Shiyu took a breath and suddenly realized, "Yes, I just need to put that dress in front of K.K, and see what she says when the time comes?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly got out of the car, "Then let's take our clothes away now." ”

The agent was so stupid that she wanted to scold her mother, so she pulled her patiently, "Ancestor, you take your clothes away now, and when something happens at the celebration banquet, you can tell who is responsible?" ”

Fan Shiyu opened his mouth, "I ......"

"Leave the clothes here and get them from Alex's men that night, who will be responsible if something happens then?" The broker explained carefully.

Fan Shiyu nodded repeatedly, "That's right, you're right." ”

The smile on her face began to distort, clutching the water bottle, and her gaze was gloomy, "Destroying the unique work of a well-known designer is enough for a newcomer like her to drink a pot." ”

It's better that K.K gets angry on the spot again and then sues Sang Zi!

****

Sang Zi took He Zichen to He's, and the little guy tossed all night and half a day, and he was already so sleepy that he couldn't stand steadily.

Sang Zi stretched out his hand and pushed him twice, and he sat on the ground.

There were people coming and going near the parking lot, and Sang Zi didn't want to have anything to do with him, so he could only admit defeat, "Do you want to hug or carry it?" ”

He Zichen wiped his mouth, stood up slowly, and stretched out his hands very reluctantly, "Carry it." ”

Sang Zi rolled his eyes and took out a mask from the car and put it on for him to put on, so as not to be photographed.

She didn't want the rumor of "the biological mother of a wealthy young master" to become a real hammer.

He Zichen was really sleepy, and he fell asleep after lying on Sang Zi's back.

Sang Zi carried him upstairs on his back, attracting a lot of attention all the way, but many people in the group knew the little master, and few people dared to look at him head-on.

It wasn't until I went up to the thirty-sixth floor that the elevator opened, and it happened to be the secretary general standing outside the door.

"Hurry up and ask He Yan to take him over, it's too frustrating." Sang Zi complained.

As soon as she finished speaking, the little guy on her back muttered, "Mommy......"

The Secretary-General gasped and looked at Sang Zi in shock, "You ......"

it! The rumors are true!

Twenty-one-year-old Miss Sang and twenty-six-year-old Mr. He have a five-year-old son?!

She circled around in her head, still thinking that the fact was too terrible.

Sang Zi glanced at the secretary general, and felt that the other party's expression was not quite right, she sighed, "Stay up late, young people should rest more." ”

After speaking, regardless of the shocked expressions of the Secretary-General and the group of people in the Secretariat Department, he carried He Zichen to He Yan's office with his back.

Behind her, a group of women looked at each other, their hearts broken.

Which king said that Mr. He is not close to women? It's all fart.

He Yan's office was empty, and Sang Zi put the little guy on the sofa and covered the little guy with a quilt.

"It's cute, but it's not very easy to use your brain." The gods are chattering, and they talk a lot.

She crossed her hands on her hips and looked up at the clock, it was almost ten o'clock.

The secretary general probed in at the right time, "Miss Sang, do you need to prepare food for you and the little master?" ”

"Yes." Sang Zi was unceremonious, and reminded by the way, "Help me buy a set of clothes." ”

"Yes."

There is a huge display screen in He Yan's office, on which is a complete chart of the stock market.

Sang Zi stood in front of the display screen with her mobile phone, waiting for the information she needed.

……

conference room

He Yan sat in the first place, with several partners under him and an entire investment team.

"Mr. He, it has risen by two points."

"The sell-off is guaranteed to make the most profit now."

"There are big players who have already started to throw away, and we can't wait any longer."

"Mr. He......"

He Yan leaned back in his chair, stared at the huge display screen in front of him sharply, and said in a calm tone, "Wait another five minutes." ”

At the same time, in the office.

Sang Zi put one hand in his pocket and looked at his watch with the other.

"Old water, wait another five minutes, and throw it on time."

"Understood."

Minutes and seconds passed.

The conference room was already full of people, and the top investment experts had begun to wipe their sweat, once again reminding He Yan that he should sell immediately.

He Yan's fingers lightly tapped on the desktop in front of him, staring at the line diagram on it with a relaxed posture, and his thin lips opened slightly, "There are still two minutes." ”

He insisted so much that the people under his hands could only shut up.

On top of that, the direction on the display has indeed risen all the way, much higher than they expected.

10, 9, 8......

Five minutes to.

He Yan's eyes flashed, and he said, "Throw!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, the entire conference room instantly boiled.

"The highest point! Not a bad point!! ”

Even the top experts couldn't predict the data so accurately, and the dozen or so pairs of eyes in the conference room instantly regarded He Yan as a god.

He Yan's expression remained unchanged, closed the notebook in front of him, and got up to leave.

As soon as he pushed his chair away, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Wait!"

He Yan frowned and looked up at the display.

There is an account, like them, cashing out at the highest point, and the amount is huge.

"Mr. He, this account is a private account, from the first continent."

"The other party is very fast and very secretive."

……

He Yan stared at the line above, and his thin lips pursed into a line, "Check." ”

"Yes."

"Mr. He, Miss Sang is here with the little master." The Secretary-General suddenly pushed open the door of the conference room and whispered a reminder to He Yan.

He Yan came out of his thoughts and withdrew his gaze from staring at the screen, "Got it." ”

He walked past the Secretary-General and strode into his office.

I didn't have time to clean up that kid yesterday, so I have to teach him a good lesson today.

in the office.

Sang Zi stretched out in satisfaction and ordered Lao Shui.

"Remember to give everyone red envelopes, don't be stingy."

After speaking, she glanced up at the display screen on it and turned the mobile phone in her hand comfortably.

The feeling of having money is gradually coming back.