C12 Pretending to be Quiet

She sat down, gritted her teeth, and pretended to speak in a low voice, "Director Zhang, Miss Qian went to the gynecology department for a check-up today. She hasn't come back yet. She might not be able to accompany you tonight."

After saying that, she winked at Zhang Fengsheng sinisterly.

Her voice was deliberately lowered, but it was enough to reach everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Zhang Fengsheng in unison. They only saw Zhang Fengsheng's happy face gradually turning from happy to distorted, and he was fiercely glaring at Qiao Xinyou.

If he wanted to mess with her, he would at most destroy both the jade and the stone, Director Zhang!

The meaning of her words was so simple that no one would not be able to understand Miss Qian Qian. She must have had a relationship with Director Zhang that she could not bear to see the light of day. The boss of a company always ran to a bar. It was a great thing for his reputation. It still had a small impact on him.

Qiao Xinyou also did not know who Miss Qian was. This was just a name that she randomly made up.

Looking at Zhang Fengsheng's incomparably stiff face, Qiao Xinyou immediately felt very happy. She twisted her waist and walked out of the K Room very elegantly. Before leaving, she did not forget to turn back and give him a look. "Director Zhang, Miss Qian is not here today. You can call me if you need anything. Everyone, have fun tonight! "

After that, she turned around and walked away without any hesitation.

After teaching Zhang Fengsheng a lesson, she did not feel relieved at all. Instead, she felt that the exhaustion in her heart had increased.

That attack just now was undoubtedly a slap to Zhang Fengsheng's face and a declaration of war. In that case, her life in the future wouldn't be easy.

In the bar, the flashing lights kept clamoring, as if she was in an extremely struggling mood.

She originally thought that it would be fine as long as she dealt with that group of colleagues, but she did not expect that the real trouble was still ahead.

Passing through the bustling crowd, Qiao Xinyou squeezed out of the crowd and saw a familiar figure in the distance burning her eyes like fire, burning with pain.

Yan Yilang was dressed in a black suit, lying lazily on the sofa and drinking alone. He elegantly and generously raised his wine glass and drank it in one gulp. His behavior was full of nobility.

Why was it him again?

She coldly curled her lips. It was obvious that Yan Yilang came to find trouble today, and his goal was the same as Zhang Fengsheng's.

She stepped on her high heels, mustered her courage, and walked up. She put down the cocktail in her hand, bent down, and said neither servile nor overbearing, "Director Yan, the wine you want."

After saying that, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"You just sent it over now? Your service here isn't good enough." Yan Yilang raised his head and stared at her without blinking. His eyes were fiery.

"It's my fault for making Director Yan wait for so long."

Yan Yilang did not answer. Instead, he raised his wine glass and looked at it carefully. Obviously, he was thinking about how to pick a thorn.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first. Director Yan, take your time." Qiao Xinyou said in a low voice and was ready to turn around and leave.

However, in the next moment, Yan Yilang suddenly held her hand and looked into the distance. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you lack money?"

His worried tone and words of pain made her heart palpitate. She pursed her lips and said, "Thank you for your concern, Director Yan."

The weakness in her heart was shattered by his words. She did not know why, but in front of him, all her strength could not withstand a single blow. It had been before, but now it was still the same.

However, she did not expect that all her feelings would be stimulated by his next sentence until nothing was left.

"If you lack money, I will introduce more guests to you in the future. What do you think?"

His heart trembled violently, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at him. He only saw that his face was full of joy as he looked at her, as if he was watching a good show.

She frowned and looked at the man in front of her who hated her to the bone. No matter what, she could not relate this evil man in front of her to the gentle and sunny young man in the past.

He had changed!

That was true. After five years in prison, who would not change?