Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Chu Muhan's tone was gentle, "Do you need help?"

Song Qianxi shook her head, and said in a brisk voice, "No, I can take care of this little thing."

Chu Muhan had to go back to the company to deal with work, so he didn't stay any longer.

While waiting for the elevator, he looked at the open door of the safe passage, frowned and hesitated for a few seconds, went upstairs, pressed the 901 resident's doorbell, and soon the door was opened, and the two of them were seen clearly, both of them were stunned.

It turns out that the so-called lack of quality is intentional.

Chu Muhan looked stern, and reprimanded him, "Don't walk around the room in high heels."

Song Qianxi was with Chu Muhan just now?

Song Mianmian was surprised at first and then smiled mockingly, "Mr. Chu, this is my freedom, you can take it easy."

Hate a person, see her face is disgusting.

Chu Muhan didn't talk nonsense, and threatened in a cold tone: "If you make too much noise, I will cripple your legs!"

His voice was loud and his expression was serious, not like a joke at all.

Song Mianmian's legs couldn't help trembling, and she bravely called out to Chu Muhan who was leaving, puzzled, "Mr. Chu, what's so good about Song Qianxi? He has no background and an ordinary education, except for a charming face." Is it worthy of your liking?"

"Just her face is enough to make you unmatched!"

Chu Muhan's words were like a sharp knife piercing her heart, making her face turn blue with anger.

Song Qianxi's appearance was a thorn in her heart, a hurdle she could not overcome. What she hated the most since she was a child was when people compared the two of them, and she stomped her feet to the bathroom in anger.

Walking too fast, he accidentally sprained his head, and said angrily, "Even you are mad at me!"

She kicked off her high heels as if venting her anger, walked barefoot on the cold tiles, walked into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. If there was no comparison, this face was pretty, but not stunning.

Especially standing with Song Qianxi is not worth mentioning.

Why were my parents so vicious back then?It's so good to adopt a look casually.

The more I look at myself, the more I care.

"Should I have a little rejuvenation? The temples are not full enough and hyaluronic acid is applied, the corners of the eyes are opened, the nose is narrowed, and the eyelids are a little swollen to get a liposuction..."

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In the next two days, Song Qianxi took Zheng Xueying to interview more than a dozen applicants, but none of them were satisfied.

One of the applicants with a relatively impressive resume was not selected, and he said angrily: "I don't know where you are so picky about us. There are many small things in the local area. Compared with Song Mianmian, it is far behind!"

Zheng Xueying was displeased, "Hey, how did you talk?"

The applicant crossed his arms, proudly raised his chin slightly, and said, "I'm wrong? The scale is not as good as Song Mianmian, and the business is even worse than her. Even if you ask me to stay in your poor place, I won't let it!"

She took the resume and left angrily.

Zheng Xueying was so angry that she slapped the table, "Damn! This little girl really has no quality in her films! Why do you come for an interview if you don't like it? There is only a resume on paper, and the basic painting skills are worse than mine."

"Puchi..." Song Qianxi couldn't help laughing.

Zheng Xueying glanced at her, "You're still in the mood to laugh, I'm about to die of rage!"

Even if it doesn't fit, it's still a weird thing.

"You are angry, why did you bring yourself in?"

"I have self-knowledge. I didn't choose a major related to art design because the professional courses were too poor. But the four years of college are not for nothing, and you can tell if it is good or not."