C4 It Was Easy to Lower One's Iq by Fighting with This Kind of Person

Su Zimo looked at her shirt in shock after Lo Xin explained.

Although she lived an ordinary life, it was not to the extent that she had never heard of Xue Yuxin's name. Xue Bawang, who was known by everyone in A City, was at the peak of business at such a young age. He had a great reputation in the business world. He was experienced and domineering. No one dared to offend him.

And among the daughters of those upper-class ladies, there was no lack of women who admired him. All of them wanted to marry into the Xue family and become the wife of the Xue family. Unfortunately, this overbearing man with perfect looks had no interest in those delicate and rich women. He had never responded to them, and his attitude was cold.

He had actually provoked such a person. Life was truly colorful...

She would definitely not meet that man again in the future. She just wanted to live a life of working smoothly and smoothly, and she did not want her own peace to be broken again.

"Alright, stop daydreaming. Go and change your clothes."

"Okay, okay."

Lo Xin raised her hand and patted her shoulder. Su Zimo came back to her senses and nodded. She turned around and took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

When she took off her shirt, she originally wanted to throw it into the rubbish bin but that man's face appeared in front of her from time to time. The way he smiled and the way he teased her really made people hate him. However, when Su Zimo frowned and stretched out her arm to put the shirt on top of the trash can, she suddenly hesitated and stopped moving.

The unexpected events from before suddenly appeared and the other party's nervous expression was imprinted in her mind.

Her hand that was holding the shirt tightened, and then she kept it back.

Forget it, what was the point of making things difficult for her clothes?

Su Zimo thought silently and put the clothes aside.

When she came out of the shower, she saw that the shirt stopped moving again. After hesitating for a moment, she soaked the clothes into the water and carefully washed it. That shirt with the scent of a man was washed and sunbathed on the balcony.

Lo Xin glanced at it when she passed by and meaningfully turned to look at the woman sitting on the sofa in the room.

Su Zimo held her phone and casually scrolled through all kinds of entertainment news. When she found Lo Xin's line of sight, just as she was about to raise her head, her phone vibrated slightly.

The message that popped up was from Jiaang's. The content was simple and concise, informing her that she had passed the interview and was accepted.

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, then her face revealed a bright smile, revealing her excitement.

"Lo Xin! I passed the interview! Jiaang's! Big company! "

" That's why bad things don't keep coming to you. Look, isn't there good news coming online? Congratulations, Comrade Su."

"I thought I would have to say goodbye to work with tears in my eyes, because my performance was quite ordinary and I wore casual clothes. Now it actually became like this! Haha! I'm going to celebrate tonight, and I'll bring you to my house!"

Lo Xin changed her arms to her chest and looked at the crying woman a second ago. She smiled and shook her head when she saw that she was absent from cheering and laughing.

This girl was really simple. She changed her mood so quickly.

Before leaving the apartment, Su Zimo put away the dry clothes and ironed them. She folded them neatly and put them in the closet.

She herself could not explain why she cared so much about this dress. Maybe she would not meet that man again in the future, so she simply left it as a memento. After all, it was her first time...

"I think you are thinking about that Xue Yuxin. I heard that you are looking at things and thinking about people. I think you are going to see a hole in that dress."

Lo Xin, who had locked the apartment door, took back the key and stuffed it into her bag. She said it as she wished, but when she heard it, she quickly shook her head.

"Are you kidding me? Why would I care about that hooligan? ___ asked, shaking her head. Everyone says that he is very powerful. I only feel that he is an incredible bastard. Meeting him will definitely not be good! Personal experience."

Su Zimo's reaction was intense and she spoke with righteous indignation. She walked beside Lo Xin and went downstairs together.

The woman with a mature aura glanced at her and smiled but did not say anything. However, she was also a little worried in her heart.

She had seen many wealthy families and had experienced a lot of things. If her roommate, who was like a little rabbit, was involved in that kind of upper class world, she did not know how much suffering she would have to suffer.

Not long after the two of them left the apartment, they suddenly met with an accident.

As they were talking and laughing, they turned around. A bright red luxury car drove over quickly. It didn't care about the situation in front of it and moved extremely fast.

Lo Xin was the first to react to it and hurriedly retreated. She conveniently pulled the people beside her and hid behind them.

The car passed by and when the woman in the driver's seat saw that she almost hit someone, she suddenly stepped on the brakes. The luxury car slid for a distance and finally stopped.

"Don't you know to hide away!"

Before they saw the person who heard it first, Su Zimo and Lo Xin stood there in shock and heard a proud and despotic voice.

"You drove your own car like this and you even blame passers-by?"

Lo Xin was angry for a moment. After a while, she started to fight back. When passers-by saw that the luxury car had guessed that the owner had power and influence, they also retreated. They did not want to cause trouble for themselves, but Lo Xin was not an ordinary person. She had also seen a big scene and did not have the slightest intention to tolerate it.

Jiaang Lan originally wanted to leave. She was pampered and pampered. She was also arrogant and willful. She seldom got pointed and scolded by others.

Now, hearing the other party criticizing her, she angrily opened the car door and got out of the car.

"What is it? I'll drive just like that. Do you have any objections?"

Jiaang Lan had already walked in front of them on her high heels. Her delicate makeup could be said to be a white, rich, and beautiful beauty.

Su Zimo, who was standing at the back, saw the intense smell of gunpowder on both sides and was at a loss for what to do.

If they quarreled, they might cause some trouble. After all, the other party was clearly not a good person. However, she could tolerate it, but Lo Xin could not.

"I don't have any objections. Why would I have any objections if you went on a rampage and rushed to see God?"

Lo Xin took a step forward and put on an expression as if she would not give up until she fought with others.

Jiaang Lan was even angrier when she heard this. She raised her hand and was about to slap that palm down.

Su Zimo saw this scene and did not think much about it. She immediately went up and quickly grabbed her wrist. Lo Xin, who saw her roommate stepping forward bravely, took advantage of the fact that the other party could not move her hand and directly raised her arm to slap back.

"You think you are the only one with hands?"

"You actually hit me? "

"I hit you!"

Su Zimo, who was holding the woman's wrist with both hands, was stunned.

It was over, this time it was even worse...

Jiaang Lan had grown up and it was also her first time encountering such a situation. She was actually slapped in the face by someone else? ! She had always been the only one who did such a thing to others!

Just as she was about to flare up and call some people over with her phone, Su Zimo pulled Lo Xin back.

"Lo Xin, let's end this quickly. Fighting with this kind of person will easily lower your IQ."

Su Zimo saw that the woman's face was full of anger and only wanted to quickly take Lo Xin away before the matter escalates. Furthermore, arguing with this kind of arrogant and unreasonable woman was indeed a waste of life and waste of time and mood.