Sweet spoiled wife: Mr. Fu spoiled his wife too much

A bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, and she asked Zhao Jiarong unbelievably: "Could it be you, you only made this arrangement?"

The 10 yuan was in vain, and I didn't even see a splash.

Zhao Jiarong was very annoyed, and frowned unhappily upon hearing this.

"Don't forget, it's you who got the benefit in the end. Have you made any arrangements yourself? Are you still waiting for me to lay everything down?"

The planner didn't expect Zhao Jiarong to repent temporarily, and was so angry that he wished he could tear Zhao Jiarong through the phone.

"Could it be that you are going to ignore it? You said it yourself at the beginning, and everything has been arranged. I only need to polish the plan and submit it, and I will leave everything else to you."

"Why, when things come to an end, and you find that you can't handle it, you just quit?"

The more the planner spoke, the angrier he became, and the more uneasy he felt.

In the whole thing, she took the most risk.

Once Gu Xiaoman produced enough original evidence that was tenable and could withstand scrutiny, she would be nailed to the pillar of shame.

If she cheated in an official and authoritative competition like the Rising Sun Competition, she would definitely be kicked out of the circle.

The projects she has worked on in the past are likely to be labeled as plagiarism. Those people who eat melons on the Internet are all Sherlock Holmes, and they will definitely pull out all her projects.

Not all of her past projects were clean.

Some small companies' project reviews are not so strict, so she just randomly references them on the external network and is perfunctory.

If she was picked out, in case those small companies pursued Shao's responsibility, Shao would definitely demand compensation from her.

Only now did the planner really realize how much risk she had taken on this matter.

After weighing the pros and cons, she realized that once this matter was exposed, it would do her all harm but not any benefit.

She paid so much, what did Zhao Jiarong give?

At most it cost a little money.

Zhao Jiarong's family is so rich, spending this little money is nothing more than moving a finger for Zhao Jiarong.

But she is likely to lose her entire career, and may even spend the rest of her life in prison, and may have to bear huge compensation.

Shaw's planner's face turned pale, and he trembled uncontrollably, feeling extremely regretful.

In the beginning, why was she confused by Zhao Jiarong's big cake and did such a stupid thing.

If she hadn't posted Weibo under Zhao Jiarong's instigation to guide public opinion, maybe the ending would have been better.

However, she single-handedly stirred up the heat and pushed the matter to the public.

When watching the crowd attack Gu Xiaoman, I just felt happy.

Thinking about it now, when things turn around, what will greet her will only be a bigger backlash.

After imagining the possible consequences, the planner's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hands to cover his chest, almost fainting from anger.

She clenched her phone tightly and threatened Zhao Jiarong almost without words: "I have taken all the risks, you don't have to take any risks, and now you want to walk away. Miss Zhao, do you think such a good thing will happen in the world? "

There was a strong sense of threat in her tone, Zhao Jiarong was so angry that her chest kept rising and falling.

Clenching his hands together, suppressing the overwhelming anger in his heart, Zhao Jiarong said coldly: "Gu Xiaoman hasn't done anything yet, can you calm down first? Don't scare yourself?"

She closed her eyes, and said patiently, "Didn't you already do a series of evidence to prove that the planner is your original creation? As long as you bite to death and you don't plagiarize, who can do anything to you?"

"Besides, Gu Xiaoman only said on the stage that she had evidence to prove her originality, and she had no other evidence. Mr. Fu's haste to defend, doesn't it mean that Gu Xiaoman doesn't have any important evidence in his hands?"

"Anyway, you just need to remember that as long as you kill yourself and don't plagiarize, no one can do anything to you."

As soon as the words fell, the voice of the staff looking for Zhao Jiarong was faintly heard outside the door.

Only then did Zhao Jiarong remember that it was her turn to take the stage.

She frowned, and hastily comforted the planner with a few words: "Okay, don't mess around. There will definitely be no results today, and we will talk about it later."

After being soothed by her, the planner calmed down quite a bit, but he was not completely relieved, and threatened coldly: "Miss Zhao, don't forget, we are grasshoppers on the same rope."

Zhao Jiarong hung up the phone and curled her lips mockingly.

What a fool!

Who is the grasshopper on the same rope as you?I am not the one who copied the plan!

At worst, when things get out of control, this discarded child will be discarded.

Before the planner finished speaking, there was only a cold beeping voice on the phone.

Her face was so ugly that she couldn't calm down her anger even after taking a few deep breaths, so she grabbed the cup at hand and threw it out viciously.

"Mr. Shao, this is our rest..." the little assistant opened the door while speaking.

As soon as the door opened, he saw an object flying towards this side. The little assistant was so frightened that he didn't forget to remind Shao Yuxing while screaming.

"Ah, Mr. Shao, be careful!"

Shao Yuxing narrowed his eyes, quickly grabbed the little assistant who was standing still, and raised his hand to hit the flying thing.

The water glass was knocked sideways and hit the simple coat rack at the door.

There was a loud "snap", and it was instantly shattered, shards of glass splashed everywhere.

The little assistant's face turned pale, and he hurriedly went to see Shao Yuxing.

"Mr. Shao, are you not injured?"

Shao Yuxing's face was gloomy, he frowned and waved his hands, "It's okay."

The little assistant patted his chest, looked suspiciously at the planner who was walking towards this side tremblingly, patted his chest, and whispered: "I'll borrow a cleaning tool to clean it, Mr. Shao, be careful of the glass shards under your feet. "

After speaking, the little assistant gently closed the door.

The planner lowered his head, not daring to look at Shao Yuxing, his face drooped, and he almost cried.

God, what did she just do?
Fortunately, Mr. Shao was not injured. If she was injured, she would really be doomed.

The more the planner thought about it, the paler his face became, and he apologized tremblingly: "Mr. Shao, I'm sorry, I didn't expect..."

Shao Yuxing gave her a cold look, bypassed her and sat down on the sofa with an ugly expression on his face.

"Didn't expect what? Didn't expect me to come?"

The planner choked, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing the teapot on the table, she hurriedly bent down and poured a cup of tea to Shao Yuxing, and said cautiously: "Mr. Shao, you drink tea."

Shao Yuxing crossed his long legs, did not take the tea, and his voice was cold and full of hostility.

"You think I can still drink?"

The planner's fingers holding the teacup tightened, his knuckles turned white.

She froze in place, her face pale as paper.

Shao Yuxing picked up the documents on the table and turned the pages with a sullen face.

The planner watched his movements, not daring to show his breath.