"Miss Song, your nail art is so good-looking, I'll do it next time!"

Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief, it may have been a coincidence. How stupid is she, how can she see through such a smart self!

But it was so unpleasant not to hurt her!

"Then you may not be able to do it, I did this manicure, I don't do it for others." Pinocchio's long-nosed tsundere.

Jian Ning pretended to be heartbroken: "Okay, then you..."

"Nope." Song Jin shook her fingers and showed off her nails.

The clerk couldn't stand it anymore and interjected, "Miss, look..."

Song Jin waved his hand, and the gold card was displayed in the clerk's sight, and he snatched it unceremoniously.

The gold card was swiped across the POS machine, and the clerk returned the card to her with both hands, and another clerk quickly wrapped the clothes for her.

Song Jin took the card and clothes, and walked past Jian Ning with a proud hand, although the clothes were ridiculously expensive, it made her happy to win against Jian Ning.

Jian Ning seemed to pretend to be strong and waved goodbye.

Song Jin was worried that Bo Yanqing would be angry at first, it was Bo Yanqing's card. But seeing Jian Ning's sad expression, she was inexplicably not worried.

Bo Yan loves himself lightly, doesn't he?

……

Leaving the store, Jian Ning carried a bunch of large bags and small bags, all of which were clothes that she liked. Without the interruption of the mentally handicapped heroine, let alone how happy it is.

Before leaving, the clerk's grateful gaze stayed on her.

Hey, I have nowhere to put my damn charm!

"I thought that the heroine of this world had a high IQ, and now I can see if I can be online."

[Let's take a look again.] ]

“… Well. Why do I feel like you're doubting my IQ? ”

[Seen...] 211 covered his mouth, [I'm sorry, I feel much more comfortable when I say it.] ]

Jian Ning carried the knife, "Come here." I'll make you 39 steps. ”

211 looked at the 1,000-meter-long big knife in Jian Ning's hand, and his face turned green: "Farewell, if you compete, I won't accompany you!" ”

"Ahhh

[Sister!] I was wrong! ]

"Who's your sister!"

[Okay, you're not... I'm sister, I'm your sister! ]

In the end, 211 died under Jian Ning's thousand-meter broadsword, do you think this is the end?

[Resurrection.] 211 Schadenfreude: [Thanks to my resurrection...] Armor.

"I'll cut it."

211 pawns.

[Resurrection.] ]×n

"I cut..."

[Resurrection.] ]×n+1

211: Wahaha, RMB players are not easy to mess with.

Jing Ming Group, President's Office.

The two men sat opposite each other, the man in a black suit and leather shoes lying on the armchair squinting his eyes and staring at each other contemptuously through the tiny slits of his eyes.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "What kind of wind is blowing today, blowing Mr. Bo over." ”

Bo Yan smiled lightly, put his elbow on the table, approached Huo Jingchen, and said softly: "What does I have to do with Mr. Huo, can't I come to see you?" ”

"Absolutely."

Bo Yan said straight to the point: "I like that there is a piece of land in Shushan, who knows that Mr. Huo is also interested, I don't know if Mr. Huo can give me a thin noodle and give me this land." ”

After speaking, Bo Yan shook his eyebrows defiantly. Huo Jingchen heard the meaning of his words.

"Mr. Bo is joking, I can't give you the piece of land you want, as long as the land is willing to choose you, what can I do?"

Huo Jingchen changed the topic and grabbed the other party's throat: "I just don't know if Mr. Bo has more land, will Jinxiuyuan be unhappy?" ”

You Bo Yan wants to be light, don't give it! If you want Gu Ning, no way! I want both the earth and Gu Ning, you can say goodbye.

Bo Yan smiled awkwardly, and the prompt sound of his mobile phone attracted his attention.

"I'm sorry, I'll look at my phone."

"Hmm."

Bo Yan picked up the phone lightly, and his face changed. The originally ruddy face suddenly became much gloomy, and looking at the numbers on the screen, he was as ugly as eating Xiang.

Huo Jingchen said with a smile: "Mr. Bo shouldn't be sick, hurry up and go back to get the news?" ”

"Haha, okay..." Bo Yan lightly grabbed the coat in his hand and slipped away quickly.

Huo Jingchen lay on the president's chair, watching Bo Yan leave lightly, and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

When he thought of the one at home, his smile became meaningful.