"Assistant Han!"

Han Bochen, who had just finished parking the car, heard a familiar voice not far away, and saw a sweet-looking woman who was still running towards him with a pair of 8-centimeter high heels.

"Why is Ning Ning here? Looking for Qinglin? "She is Lin Qinglin's best friend, and it is not surprising that Han Bochen will know her.

"Well, I just came back from Ancheng yesterday, and Qinglin, the pickles made by my mother, liked it very much, so I made an extra bento and asked Assistant Han to bring it to her for me."

Han Bochen has never seen a girl who loves to laugh so much, Ning Ning's smile has some kind of magic, and every time she sees her, she will be in a good mood.

"Looks like I don't have my share anymore."

"Huh? Assistant Han, pickles alas! ABC returnees like you can't get used to pulling. People who don't know think that she and Han Bochen are friends, but in fact, they are not familiar, but Ning Ning's natural familiarity makes it easy for her to get along with the people around her.

"Okay, aren't you going up together?"

"No, I made an appointment with a customer service and it's going to be too late, so I won't go up to find Qinglin, and I'll trouble Assistant Han."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Soon, Han Bochen saw that Ning Ning suddenly disappeared like a gust of wind.

Her name is Ning Ning, she is an interior designer, she is Lin Qinglin's best friend, her family used to be a nouveau riche, and now like every ordinary young person living in the city, she is overwhelmed by heavy pressure, but she still lives strongly.

"Mrs. Zhang, you see this is a design I made, according to the idea you mentioned in the last time we chatted, do you think it is okay for me to design the house like this? Knock this wall down and enlarge the location of the living room......"

Ning Ning took the design drawing and seriously introduced her design concept to the gorgeously dressed lady in front of her, but obviously the other party didn't pay much attention to it.

"How old is Miss Ning?" The woman who was over forty years old didn't seem to have much kindness when she looked at Ning Ning.

"Hungry, I'm 26 years old." Ning Ning didn't understand why the other party was asking the question of age? Does her design look unprofessional?

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, not yet."

"Heh, what do you think of my husband?" The woman's eyes suddenly became snarky, with a certain mockery.

"Huh?" Ning Ning didn't understand what this question meant? If she had to say, she didn't even have any impression of what Mrs. Zhang's husband looked like.

"I've seen a lot of little girls like you, relying on your young age and a bit of beauty, my favorite are those men who have a successful career."

"Mrs. Zhang, what do you mean by that?" No matter how sluggish Ning Ning was, she could feel that the other party's comer was not good.

"What do you mean? That's what it means! Suddenly, Mrs. Zhang spilled all the coffee in her hand on Ning Ning's body, including the design drawings she revised overnight.

"Are you sick in the head?" Even if a person with a good temper is inexplicably splashed with coffee, it is impossible to be indifferent.

"I just want to educate a little girl like you who doesn't know the shame and the height of the sky to be a good person! Dare to move your brain, heh! Give it a try! After speaking, she also tore up the drawings she had worked so hard to design and smashed them into Ning Ning's face.

Mrs. Zhang made a movement that attracted the attention of the people around her, and the extremely ugly words she deliberately used also made everyone's eyes look at Ning Ning very strangely.