"Mr. Wu, the goods are arrived."

It was said that someone had delivered the sample from the manufacturer to the door. Wu Lixuan went out to sign for it.

"Our Mr. Wu's handwriting is so beautiful." The employee of the company who followed him took pictures of her little boss' flattery.

Wu Lixuan rolled her eyes. However, as a businessman, she had to learn to write beautifully to avoid being laughed at by others.

"What's beautiful? What words can a person who hasn't finished graduating from elementary school? "

The talking woman walked out of the elevator on the floor. She looked like she was in her fifties, wearing jewelry, jade bracelets, and gold chains on her neck. She was well maintained in her skin. To be honest, this lady did not look old, and she also had a clothing bonus.

There is a bit of beautiful charm. Only when the lipstick-skinned mouth opened, it became sour and mean, and the fat and round face instantly turned into a triangular monkey-like face.

Several company employees looked at each other in front of each other, feeling that something was going to happen.

Wu Lixuan's expression changed drastically, and her mark on this woman has always been in her mind.

People remember happy things clearly or tragic things more clearly. The answer is obvious, and they must be more clear about sad things. Because the human brain inherits the ancestral genes and develops the most basic

Neuroreflex chains, remembering these lessons will help the human body automatically avoid similar injuries in the future and prevent them from getting hurt again.

Wu Lixuan's legs unconsciously wanted to walk away, as far as she could.

In terms of personality, she has never been a girl who loves to argue with others. She is not afraid of not winning, but that some people can quarrel and even if they don’t win, they can quarrel and kill you. Just like a lunatic, for such people, ordinary people can only

Say there is nothing to do.

"Where are you going? Are you guilty?" The other party took a few steps and walked to her. The raised red nails almost poked her in the face like a demon.

Others came to provoke, and it would be useless to escape. Wu Lixuan calmed down and said to several employees: "It's time, you can get off work."

"Yes, Mr. Wu." Several employees followed the boss' orders and left.

"Are you afraid that they will lose your face when they see it?" The other party looked even more proud when she saw her asking someone to leave.

"It's you who have lost your face." Wu Lixuan said, "You lie to others."

"I lie, why did I lie?" People like mentally ill will definitely not admit their conscience.

"Your son is not dead. Do you dare say you are not lying?"

"Will I curse my son to die?"

This woman acted as farts when she said everything she said.

Now, anyone can know who this woman is, Fang Qinsu’s mother Li Yaohong.

"That's what you told me back then, saying that he was dead." Wu Lixuan argued with the other party.

"You say it again, can I curse my son to die?" Li Yaohong was not afraid of whether he had said this before.

"You want to come here?"

"What can you do? You caused my son to be in a car accident back then. It was already very good that I didn't ask you to pay for medical expenses, I just asked you to leave him. As a result, what did you do to him last night?" Li Yaohong said,

He pulled out a few newspapers from his bag and used his hands to slap the paper in front of her.

The other party made a loud noise in her ear, just to scare her.
Chapter completed!