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Zhao Jiao saw He Qinqin's aggrieved expression, and for a moment she really doubted whether she had wrongly blamed He Qinqin.

But her symptoms were very familiar to her, it was an obvious pollen allergy, and the only person in the company who knew about her pollen allergy was He Qinqin.

Suddenly, the image of herself wiping her mouth with a tissue flashed in Zhao Jiao's mind.

She raised her head sharply: "You sprinkled the pollen on the paper towel, right? The paper towel is stained with the scent of cakes and bakeries. I can't smell it at all."

Zhao Jiao was angry and shocked when she realized this.

He Qinqin's face was already in burning pain, and Zhuang Meng's slap made the roots of his teeth feel sore.

She rubbed her cheeks with a half-smile on her face: "Xiao Zhao, throw away the tissue. You can't slander people without evidence."

Zhao Jiao didn't expect that idiot He Qinqin would be so meticulously prepared, and the anger in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

In line with the principle of not letting her breasts suffer, Zhao Jiao stepped forward and grabbed He Qinqin's hair.

"Ah -" He Qinqin screamed and struggled desperately. However, because she did heavy housework at Shi's house and worked at her work station for a long time, her body was dirty and tired, like a piece of wood. After a while, the waist was flashed.

"You helped me get in touch with Zhuang Meng, but I also paid a lot of money to help you with the Urban Light project."

Zhao Jiao saw the opportunity and raised her hand, opened her bow left and right, and evenly smoothed the slap marks on He Qinqin's face.

"You actually want to steal the interview that I finally got."

"He Qinqin, you have owned so many good things since you were a child, and yet you still want to steal them from me. You are really bad and mean!"

He Qinqin struggled excitedly and roared: "No more, I don't have any now!"

"And I'm about to lose this job!"

Zhao Jiao sneered and pulled the hand that grabbed He Qinqin's hair back hard, causing He Qinqin's scalp to feel sore and his eyes to blur.

"Then it's not your fault that you have to help a little gangster out of poverty! Who else can you blame? Don't pretend to be so pitiful!"

Zhao Jiao reached out and pinched He Qinqin hard: "You are the least innocent person!"

"Hurry up and let me go. You are provoking trouble and violating the public security regulations!"

"Are you telling me about the law at this time?"

"OK,

I will post all the work chat records I wrote for you online so that everyone can see that you are a waste both at work and in life! "

"You don't want your job anymore,

The most I can give you is to pay some medical expenses, but you have lost a job with a monthly income of 2 yuan, and you don't have the protection of the Si family, how can you still live? "

When He Qinqin heard this, he no longer said that he would call the police, but directly fought back. However, the teacher pushed him down again and slapped him twice on the face.

The two men struggled together.

Outside the door of the ladies' restroom, Zhuang Meng thoughtfully placed the cleaning lady's sign that said "the block is being cleaned" on the door.

He Qinqin’s deeds were shared in the international student alumni group, and he urged all alumni to be more careful with He Qinqin.

Afterwards, Zhuang Meng listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom and left with satisfaction.

*

He Qinqin came out of the Lexiang Group with disheveled hair.

The makeup she carefully put on was completely gone, and her eyeliner and eye makeup were smudged by tears into panda eyes.

Carefully touching his face that felt like it was about to burn, He Qinqin took out a small mirror. In the mirror, he saw a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his double eyelids were swollen into single eyelids.

He Qinqin's originally thin and yellow cheeks were now red and purple, and there were a few scratches on his face.

She lowered her head and took the elevator, getting off the elevator at the underground parking lot of the Enjoy Group.

In order to avoid being seen by more people, He Qinqin called a car to wait for him in the underground parking lot.

When the location was designated, the taxi hadn't arrived yet, so He Qinqin hid behind a pillar in the parking lot and waited.

Just then she heard a familiar timbre.

He Qinqin secretly poked his head out from behind the pillar to observe, and found Li Han and Pei Zhaoan walking one behind the other in the underground parking lot.

Li Han walked in a hurry, as if he didn't dare to look at the person behind him.

But her red earlobes betrayed her mental activity.

Li Han's food and clothing at Si's house were the same as He Qinqin's before. Not only self-improvement courses such as language, management, and finance courses, but also external beauty and hair care, Si Jiuyin arranged all for Li Han.

Her black hair was casually scattered behind her ears, her skin was white and rosy, shining brightly, and her brows and eyes were filled with shyness.

Even if it is a very ordinary gray suit, Li Han can make it look full of life, just like the model in the pictorial.

Li Han's frown and smile made He Qinqin, who was observing secretly, feel sour and angry. His mother must have taken Li Han to her own beauty salon and styling studio.

My VIP room now belongs to this country girl.

He Qinqin's eyes were unconsciously attracted to Pei Zhaoan, who had long hands and long legs. He looked like he stepped out of a cartoon in a straight suit.

It's just that he doesn't have Shi Yao's unique temperament, but He Qinqin feels that Li Han is absolutely unworthy of Pei Zhaoan.

Pei Zhaoan was recognized as the male idol in He Qinqin School from kindergarten to junior high school. Children in kindergarten rushed to do crafts with Pei Zhaoan.

As for high school, Pei Zhaoan went to the best public high school in Haicheng. He Qinqin couldn't pass the exam, and He Qinqin's high school idol was Shi Yao.

Pei Zhaoan was four or five steps behind Li Han, just right.

Seeing Li Han running away, he didn't even realize that the corners of his mouth were rising.

Pei Zhaoan slowed down his voice: "Don't walk so fast. Do you know where my car is?"

Li Han paused after hearing this and looked back at Pei Zhaoan, "I don't know." She tilted her head: "But I know you will call me to stop."

Pei Zhaoan smiled and waved to her: "This way, you've gone too far."

He took a long step and walked to the Aston Martin Valhalla on his left.

Li Han trotted over, and Pei Zhaoan opened the passenger door in a gentlemanly manner.

The door of the supercar was a little low, so Pei Zhaoan stretched out his hand to protect Li Han's head in case Li Han hit his head.

Looking at the hairstyle on Li Han's head, there was a softness between his eyebrows that he didn't even notice.

He Qinqin stared at the limited-edition sports car and the serial number plate, and then moved his eyes to the windshield of the car.

The two of them had already gotten into the car, and the inside of the car could not be photographed from the outside.

Contempt flashed in He Qinqin's eyes, and she clicked the end video recording button on her phone's camera.

Looking at the scene he had just taken, He Qinqin clicked his tongue a few times: "I've only been in Si's house for a month, and I'm sitting in the co-pilot of a rich man so soon. I really don't know how to be reserved at all."

"As expected of an outstanding intern who is praised by colleagues and leaders for his high efficiency."

She rolled her eyes, Li Han was so cheap.

If it were me, I wouldn't be so obsessed with a luxury car that I would just get into another man's car casually.