The beloved one of the rich brother

Luo Nanyan raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic smile on his face, "No, I just want to see what privileges you have as the president's exclusive assistant?"

Wen Yiyou smiled slightly, "Oh, if you want, ask me, I can take you to see it!"

Luo Nanyan sneered and said angrily: "Wen Yiyu, where do you get the nerve and confidence from?"

"In the final analysis, you are just selling your body and sex appeal to seduce the president. Do you really want to show off here with this shady identity?"

Wen Yiyou lowered her eyes helplessly, a hint of coldness flashed across her face, and then she retorted sarcastically, "I'm wondering if there's something wrong with you? Why is your head full of dirty thoughts? Do you think everyone is like you?"

Luo Nanyan's face darkened, "What do you think of me?"

"It's like someone like you who clearly wants to come to the door but no one wants you!" Wen Yiyu replied lightly.

Luo Nanyan's eyes flashed with a vicious light, and he looked at her coldly, "What did you say?"

Wen Yiyou crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair, raised his eyelids, looked at him with a faint scrutiny, and said bluntly: "Why are you pretending? Do you dare to say that you didn't come in with the idea of ​​seducing the president?"

No matter whether she was like that or not, she really didn't pay attention to Luo Nanyan's thoughts. But she always said this to her, so she was afraid that she was the one who had strange feelings towards Huo Chengluo, so she decided to ridicule her in her own way.

As expected, Luo Nanyan's expression froze and her eyes became evasive.

Wen Yiyou's eyes suddenly lit up, and she took advantage of the situation to fight back, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that you are pretending to be indignant, but you actually want to seduce the president? I told you that you are good at pretending!"

Although the two of them tried to keep their argument to a low voice, the tense atmosphere was obvious, causing everyone to look at them sideways.

Although Wen Yiyou rarely visits departments, there have been many rumors about her in the company.

It was said that she had an innocent and pretty face and she would seduce the president from time to time, but the president, who had never been interested in women and kept his public and private lives separate, actually had a preference for this girl.

Not only was she not punished for her mistakes, but she was also given a position as the president's exclusive assistant to keep her by his side. Everyone had already tacitly accepted that Wen Yiyu was relying on her good looks to get close to the president.

All kinds of rumors made everyone very curious about this outstanding-looking assistant to the president. Of course, the way they looked at her was complicated, with disdain and ridicule, envy and jealousy, and resentment.

Luo Nanyan bit her red lips, her hands holding the plate trembling slightly, and she said in a trembling voice, "We are colleagues and work in the same department. How can you insult me ​​like this?"

A trace of embarrassment deliberately flashed across her face, her eyes immediately turned red, and her voice even had a tearful tone.

Without waiting for Wen Yiyou to open her mouth, she squeezed out a few tears and began to accuse herself, "Even if I don't have anyone to protect me, you don't have to bully me like this, right? At most, I'll just stay away from you in the future!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around aggrievedly, turned her feet silently, and poured the soup bowl and dishes on the plate in her hand all over Wen Yiyu.

Luo Nanyan quickly bent down and put down the plate, took the paper towel on the table and wiped her body, and apologized hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I slipped for a moment, it really wasn't intentional."

Today, Wen Yiyu was wearing a white short-sleeved bow-tie shirt with a blue slim-fitting skirt. The warm soup and vegetable juice poured all over her arms and chest, flowing down her arms and shirt into her skirt. Not only was she greasy all over, but the stew also burned her exposed arms.

When she was burned, she couldn't help but shudder and subconsciously took a breath.

The usually fair and tender skin on her arm was immediately burned red. Wen Yiyu lowered her eyes and stared at the soup on her body for a few seconds. Suddenly, she grabbed Luo Nanyan's hand that was deliberately rubbing on her burned arm, pushed her away, and slowly stood up.

Luo Nanyan took the opportunity to take a step back, and fell to the ground with a low cry.

The sudden noise attracted the attention of the employees who were having dinner. The scene suddenly became quiet and everyone's eyes were focused on the two people.

After a few moments of silence, Wen Yiyu, whose body was covered in soup and vegetable juice, looked down at her. His eyes were extremely calm, but there was a feeling of looking down on everyone. Luo Nanyan, who pretended to be humble and pitiful, couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart.

She gritted her teeth secretly, and began to cry softly in front of everyone.

Her tearful face was filled with anxiety, and her tone was so soft that it moved people. She apologized while choking with sobs, "I'm really sorry, I, I really didn't mean it, don't be angry, I, I will compensate you for the clothes, I will ask someone to send them over right now, okay?"

Wen Yiyu's face was calm and expressionless. She looked at Luo Nanyan coldly without saying a word. In full view of everyone, she suddenly raised her hand, scooped up the soup on the table, and poured it over her head.

This is the first time for everyone to be a human being. Why should she give in to her just because she pretends to be weak and pitiful?

"Ah..." Luo Nanyan's scream was instantly heard at the scene.

The soup flowed from her head down her forehead to her eyes, face and clothes. The delicate makeup on her face was ruined beyond recognition by the greasy soup.

The crowd watching was in an uproar. People came forward one after another, and many people began to denounce Wen Yiyou, "Why are you bullying people like this?"

"You're going too far! You're simply bullying others by taking advantage of your power!"

"I've already said that it wasn't intentional, it was just an accident, but you did it on purpose. What gives you the right to do that?"

Wen Yiyou instantly became the target of public criticism. Luo Nanyan, who was even more embarrassed than Wen Yiyou, had a blank mind and almost couldn't breathe.

When had she ever suffered such humiliation? She really didn't expect Wen Yiyou to be so brazen as to fight back against her in front of everyone and give her such a show.

She collapsed on the ground, covering her face with her hands. Her suppressed crying aroused everyone's sympathy. Some people who stood up for justice were busy comforting her, while others were busy denouncing Wen Yiyu.

The noisy scolding in his ears and the sticky discomfort on his body completely destroyed Wen Yiyu's remaining patience.

She stood with her back straight, expressionless, and silent. Her usually bright and sunny face now looked a little cold without a smile, and she exuded a sense of distance that no one could approach.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at Luo Nanyan on the ground, "Why bother? I used to think highly of you, you have a good family background, good looks and abilities, but look at you now, doing so many tricks to pretend to be a member of a disadvantaged group to gain sympathy? Where is your pride?"

Luo Nanyan, who had her head buried in her hands and was suppressing her anger so much that her face was distorted, froze for a moment and tried her best to hold back her expression that was about to break.

The next second, Wen Yiyu's clear voice sounded above his head again: "Now I really look down on you, Luo Nanyan!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Yiyu withdrew his gaze from her, with a cold and pretty face, covered in wet and sticky clothes, ignoring the indignant looks of the crowd, and left like a proud white swan.