President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo looked at the visitor suspiciously.

What is Lu Xiaoying doing in their company?
She looked at her puzzled.

She looked at the changed Lu Xiaoying in front of her, and she almost didn't recognize it was her.

Lu Xiaoying went straight through the crowd and wrapped her arms around her.

Her eyes touched the photos on the bulletin board.

Xia Yuluo looked embarrassed, she didn't expect Lu Xiaoying to bump into her.

She got a rough idea of ​​things.

She looked at the female screenwriter and knew it in her heart.

With light eyes, her fingers lightly touched the two people on the photo.

There was a flash of light in the dark eyes, and the voice was cold.

"Just these two people? No one is good enough for her!"

"It's just the one who looks young and barely deserves a little bit."

Lu Xiaoying's voice was clearly printed in the female screenwriter's ears word by word.

The female screenwriter looked ugly.

"Xia Yuluo, is this your friend?"

The female screenwriter couldn't believe how she could have such a rich friend.

The appearance of Lu Xiaoying made the colleagues who were discussing a lot turn their attention to her.

She is luxuriously dressed and has a lavish aura.

At first, the female screenwriter thought she was a senior executive of the company.

Unexpectedly, she had a fierce fight with Xia Yuluo...

Xia Yuluo didn't bother to talk to female screenwriters, and Lu Xiaoying couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense.

She reached out to remove a photo and looked at it twice.

She threw the photo on the ground casually, as if throwing garbage carelessly.

The female screenwriter's face was gloomy, and she refused to give in.

She glanced at the name tag on Lu Xiaoying's body, and said in a strange way:
"These bags look the same as the real ones, did they cost a lot of money?"

She stretched her head to look at the luxury car outside the door again, and pouted.

"It costs a lot of money to rent the car at the door for a day, right?"

"Xia Yuluo, you really paid for it this time."

"My majestic Miss Lu family, I haven't fallen to the time when I wear fake clothes and rent a car!"

Lu Xiaoying replied angrily with a sentence that sank to her dantian.

Miss Lu?
The news was like a thunderbolt that exploded above everyone's heads.

Everyone poked there blankly like half a piece of wood.

And the female screenwriter couldn't believe her ears.

It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and it was like being poured a basin of cold water over the head.

Her whole body was numb, her mouth opened as big as the box, and she froze all of a sudden.

Lu Xiaoying went to the photo wall again.

She grabs the picture.

First, she spat on the photo of Xia Yuluo and her brother-in-law.

"Bah, scum."

He spat on Han Tianyi's photo again.

"fraud!"

Unable to let go of his hatred, he tore up all the photos and threw them into the air.

Debris fell down one after another.

The female screenwriter trembled instantly when she came back to her senses.

She seemed to have hit an iron plate.

The prestigious Lu family——

Thinking of the rude words just now, she gave Lu Xiaoying a frightened look.

Fortunately, she seems to have forgotten her previous rudeness.

She embraced Xia Yuluo and announced loudly.

"From today onwards, I will be the assistant of screenwriter Xia, please give me your advice."

The clear voice echoed in the silent space.

Xia Yuluo was stunned.

When did Lu Xiaoying become her assistant?

She leaned over in a low voice, wanting to ask about the situation, but Lu Xiaoying grabbed her and bowed forcefully.

No one dared to bear the bow of the eldest lady of the Lu family.

All the people present waved their hands in panic, found an excuse and slipped away with oil on their feet.

The female screenwriter saw Lu Xiaoying like this, and thought that she would ignore the previous suspicions.

She wanted to flatter her. After all, behind Lu Xiaoying was the powerful Lu family.

But there was Xia Yuluo in the middle, the female screenwriter couldn't help but look a little ugly.

She was so entangled in contradictions that she felt as uncomfortable as swallowing half a catty of bitter melon.