The full-level boss is too cruel

Chapter 212 Insults
While everyone was laughing, all their eyes were on Feng Ling.

The girl was dressed very simply, a casual white T-shirt, denim trousers, and a black jacket, and she looked inexplicably rustic.

But sharp-eyed people can find that the clothes on Feng Ling's body are all very valuable.

A suit of clothes adds up to at least hundreds of thousands or even millions.

Such people come to write in their circle? ? ?
At the moment, some people in the upper circle are confused.

Although it is said that the writing on the [-]th is great and the articles have made a lot of money, but the money will not reach the point of several million for a suit of clothes.

The only possibility is that this eleventh, there is a mine at home.

Feng Ling didn't know what everyone was thinking.

She only knew that when she came in, there was a very hot gaze looking at them.

She looked over and saw it was a girl.

Butterfly noticed Feng Ling's gaze and reminded her, "That's Ning Luo, also a newcomer writer. She's been quite popular recently, and everyone says she's a beautiful writer."

Butterfly didn't say anything else, because Ning Luo was not a writer under her, and she didn't need to brag about anything.

She only needs to be responsible for leading a few writers under her.

However, if the butterfly doesn't say anything, it doesn't mean that people won't get along.

Coincidentally, Ning Luo is the kind who can't see others being better than herself.

"Hello, you are Eleven, nice to meet you, I'm Ning Luo."

Ning Luo pretended to move forward eagerly.

Feng Ling glanced at her, then nodded politely, "Hello, Eleven."

Ning Luo's face froze, this eleventh, why is she so enthusiastic about such an incomprehensible human relationship, she only has four words?
Feng Ling really didn't know what to say, she was not familiar with Ning Luo.

She ran out suddenly to introduce herself, so of course she could only reply politely.

After all, before she came, she really didn't know who Ning Luo was.

Unfortunately, Ning Luo thought Feng Ling was pretending on purpose, she must have seen that she was prettier than herself, so she was jealous.

Thinking of this, Ning Luo couldn't help becoming proud. Her face, not to mention anything else, was at least rare in the circle of writers.

"The activity will start soon, I will take you to the scene."

Ning Luo continued to introduce enthusiastically.

Feng Ling frowned, she didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by strangers.

Die Die sensed Feng Ling's unhappiness, and walked up to Feng Ling to block Ning Luo, "Miss Ning, I'm sorry, she's not very good at communicating with people on Eleventh, so I'll just take her there, she's my writer .”

"Yo! Butterfly, why, when you bring out an eleven, the tail is raised to the sky, and even the writer under my teacher looks down on me?"

Suddenly, an old woman came out.

She is the master of Butterfly, and her network name is Lemon.

Well, listening to this tone, it is indeed quite sour.

Feng Ling said silently in her heart.

When Butterfly saw Lemon, she pursed her lips and didn't say anything more. She just explained, "Teacher, I didn't mean that. It's just that Eleven is really not very good at communicating with strangers."

"Strangers? Are we, Ning Luo, strangers?

Even if your eleventh family has never seen a real person, you should have seen her works. "

"I'm sorry, I really haven't read it. Before I came here, I hadn't even seen the word Ning Luo." Feng Ling was quite honest.

Lemon froze for a moment, then subconsciously said, "How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? She is not as good as me, why should I read hers instead of those who are better than me?"

Feng Ling felt that her thinking should be easy to understand.

Everyone: "..." It sounds very reasonable.

Ning Luo squeezed her hands beside her.

This Eleven actually insulted her in front of so many people! ! !
(End of this chapter)