"Mr. Wu, the goods have arrived."
It was said that someone made a special trip to deliver samples from the manufacturer to the door. Wu Lixuan went out to sign for it.
"Our boss Wu's calligraphy is so beautiful." An employee from the company who followed her took a photo of her and flattered her little boss.
Wu Lixuan rolled her eyes. However, as a businessman, you need to learn to write beautifully when signing your name, so as not to be laughed at as being uneducated.
"What's beautiful? How can a person who hasn't even finished elementary school write beautiful words?"
The woman who spoke walked out of the elevator on the floor. She looked like she was in her fifties. She was dressed in jewelry, with jade bracelets on her hands and a gold chain on her neck. Her skin is well taken care of. To be honest, this lady does not look old, and with the addition of her clothes, she has some charm. Only when the lipsticked mouth opened, it became full of vitriol, and the fat and round face instantly turned into a triangular monkey face.
Several company employees looked at each other, feeling that something was going to happen.
Wu Lixuan's expression suddenly changed, and the imprint of this woman has always been deep in her mind.
People remember happy things more clearly or tragic things more clearly. The obvious answer is that we must remember sad things more clearly. Because the human brain inherits ancestral genes and develops the most basic nerve reflex chain, remembering these lessons will help the human body automatically avoid similar injuries in the future and prevent future injuries.
Wu Lixuan's legs unconsciously wanted to walk away, as far as she could go.
In terms of personality, she has never been a girl who likes to quarrel with others. It's not that she is afraid of winning the quarrel, but that some people can quarrel you to death even if you don't win. They are like a psycho. Ordinary people can usually only treat this kind of person. No idea.
"Where are you going? Are you feeling guilty?" The other party walked up to her in a few steps, raising his red fingernails like a demon, almost poking her face.
When others come in front of you and provoke them, there is no point in escaping. Wu Lizhen calmed down and said to several employees: "It's time, you can get off work."
"Yes, Mr. Wu." Several employees followed the boss's order and left.
"Are you afraid that they will lose face if they see you?" The other party looked even more proud when he saw her asking people to leave.
"You are the one who has disgraced yourself." Wu Lixuan said, "You are a habitual liar."
"I lied, what did I lie about?" A mentally ill person like this will never admit it.
"Your son is not dead. Do you dare to say that you are not lying?"
"Would I curse my son to death?"
This woman treated everything she said as fart.
Now, everyone can know who this woman is, Fang Qinsu’s mother Li Yaohong.
"That's what you told me back then, that he was dead." Wu Lixuan argued with the other party.
"You say it again, can I curse my son to death?" Li Yaohong was not afraid of whether he had said this before.
"That's what you came here to do?"
"What can you do? You caused my son to have a car accident. I didn't ask you to pay for medical expenses. It's already good. I only asked you to leave him. But what did you do to him last night?" As he said, Li Yaohong He took out a few newspapers from his bag and slapped the pages in front of her with his hands.
The other party made loud noises in her ears, just to scare her.
Speaking of which, after the tickets were sent out, He Xiangyu sent her a text message after watching the performance saying that everything went well, and she ignored it. After all, she had already made up her mind to stay away from that person and never see him again.
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