After hearing Yao talk about the whole day\'s hard forcing process on his mobile phone, MI Rui was silent for a while and whispered: "otherwise, let\'s give up, Yao, Lu Shaoqiu is really a great God we can\'t afford. Don\'t be unhappy for yourself. Tell the editor in chief that we can\'t print his things."

Qingyao runs sour and tired all over, and her heart is even more tired. Mirui doesn\'t know that she gambled with Feng Ming for half a year\'s salary, or that she smashed the festival with Lu Shaoqiu\'s old bitch. Mirui doesn\'t know that the anger she holds in her heart is resentment, anger and hatred. If she doesn\'t straighten him, Lu Shaoqiu will be unhappy. Her breath is like being seen with a wet cloth, I\'m not strong!

Think about that night on sanchen Island, he took advantage of her by pinching, touching and rubbing. She even had the heart to kill him.

No matter how rough she is, she is still a big yellow girl. The humiliation given to her by this bastard is to expose his bottom eight times without relieving her hatred. What\'s more, she hasn\'t succeeded in exposing it once.

do not give up! Die and never give up! She\'s a shoeless person, and she\'s afraid he can\'t wear shoes?

Sucking his nose, Qingyao regained his determination: "I\'ll come back later and go to the neighboring city to find a printing factory tomorrow."

Mi Rui brushed the black line, and the girl\'s temper came up again!

It\'s the same as the decision to fall out with the family for Gu Jingcheng.

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Cambridge, North London, UK.

Pangu software division of Pangu group is located in Frey building behind Bacchus park.

After the meeting, he returned to the office. Lu Shaoqiu just untied his tie and opened the window. Shi LAN knocked on the door and came in: "President Lu, the news from Nanshi, where the reporter Yun Qingyao of Xingguang weekly is looking for a printing factory."

Lu Shaoqiu turned back in front of the window, his short hair neatly combed, his facial features resolute and Lengjun: "haven\'t you given up?"

Shi LAN nodded: "the public relations department said that she had also issued a notice of printing restriction in Nanshi, and the results she got there would be the same as those in Penang."

Lu Shaoqiu rubbed his eyebrows and made trouble with women!

"It\'s a stubborn opponent," schland said rarely.

Lu Shaoqiu couldn\'t help laughing: "opponent? Shi LAN, you look up to her. This little Mustang is not qualified."

Mustang? Shiran was surprised by his address, especially the small character in front of him.

Lu Shaoqiu has never been a man interested in women. In his eyes, women and men are no different except when they go to the bathroom.

Therefore, in terms of work, he has never said that he has mercy on women.

According to his consistent wording, a wild horse is a wild horse. Where can there be big or small?

Lu Shaoqiu went to the computer and sat down in the big chair: "send me the portrait from the printing factory in Penang."

"Yes!"

The portrait is really good. The little Mustang in Lu Shaoqiu\'s mouth is very talented in this regard.

Lu Shaoqiu\'s outstanding facial features are vividly depicted by her simple pen, and her indifferent and uninhibited expression is also deeply depicted. If you color it again, it\'s really the same as me.

Shi LAN, who never dared to look directly at his deep ink eyes, was greatly satisfied with the portrait. She thought she would secretly keep the portrait for a lifetime.

Open the portrait on the computer. Lu Shaoqiu looks at it. His eyes are warm and cool. His face is unpredictable.

Shi Lan also wanted to think about it. He raised his hand slightly and said, "go out first."

"What about reporter Yun Qingyao -"

Lu Shaoqiu slid his long finger, and the mouse arrow fell on the small characters of "Xingsheng weekly" under the portrait. His tone was light and cool: "let her toss again, she can\'t turn the sky."

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For several days in a row, Qingyao suffered countless setbacks in two big cities.

Feng Ming already knew the facts, but kept silent and indirectly let her continue to run.

Qingyao knows his wishful thinking. If she finally explodes this material, his weekly will be popular, and the responsibility will be borne by Qingyao alone.

If Qingyao can\'t get things done, he can\'t lose either. At least her salary for that half a year is deducted.

If she doesn\'t, the broken camera is strong evidence. It\'s certain to compensate. She doesn\'t agree to deduct her salary, and it\'s the same with cash.

I dare not think of cash.

Feng Ming is very stingy in employee welfare, but he is really willing to spend money on career investment. More than a dozen cameras in the community are worth more than six figures.

Sitting on the edge of the flower bed outside the gate of a printing factory in Nanshi, she took out the pineapple bread and milk she had brought in her backpack, drank the milk and chewed the bread.

At noon in July, although there was a shade on his head, it was still too hot.

A black Bentley Tim slowly approached the quiet factory gate.

Hearing the sound, Qingyao looked up and continued to chew without politeness. He followed the steady and Atmospheric Black luxury car to a distance in front of him and stopped silently.

The milk in her hand made a wheezing sound. It was too hot for her to suck a box of milk in one breath.

She drew back her attention to the luxury car in frustration, narrowed her eyes to the garbage can one meter away on her right hand, and forced her hand. The empty milk box with a straw drew a beautiful parabola in the air, ready to jump into the mouth of the garbage can.

"Good accuracy!" followed by a few applause in a low, mellow voice.

Lu Shaoqiu is dressed in a tailored dark blue simple shirt and black suit pants. The blue shirt is untied with several buttons and the sleeves are half pulled, revealing the famous watch on the left wrist. With a tight waist and straight legs, he can be called a perfect figure ratio, just like a male model from a fashion magazine.

The handsome face is reflected in the gorgeous light of the afternoon. Under the neat hairstyle, the smooth facial features become more and more calm and profound.

Qingyao looked up at him and was stunned for nearly a minute.

In this minute, Lu Shaoqiu slightly owed her tall body, took away the bag in her hand, stood up straight and looked around. His indifferent eyes were disgusted: "if you work so hard for your work, your editor in chief will let you eat this? It seems that my value of Lu Shaoqiu is not as valuable as that of the outside world."

With a big hand, she didn\'t even aim at the target as she had just done. No, she didn\'t even look back. The bread was wrapped with the bag and jumped into the place where the milk box had just jumped.

Qingyao dares to promise that he didn\'t even look at the location of the trash can just now!

This guarantee made her jealous to get red eye disease.

She stood up angrily and found that she still had to look up at him. She raised her legs and simply stood on the flower bed. Now she finally looked at each other reluctantly, biting her teeth and accusing: "why did you throw away my bread?"

Without answering, he asked, "do you have any paper towels?"

In front of him, the man\'s quiet Junrong, with fatal attraction, leaned down to pick up his shoulder bag, pulled out his bag, and handed him a paper towel with a dollar when he bought bread and milk in the morning.

When the beautiful slender fingers reached out and pinched them, she quickly withdrew and opened her eyes angrily: "who are you? Why should my aunt listen to you? My aunt is still hungry and give me my bread!"