The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Jiang Liwen stopped holding the coffee cup, her thin lips turned pale. %&*";

"It's just like your mother." Su Qianrong smiled lowly, her eyes were full of viciousness: "You're so shameless!"

Jiang Liwen suddenly stood up from the sofa chair, and slowly clenched her hands: "Su Qianrong, I warn you, don't insult my mother!"

"Hey, do you think about other people's boyfriends? Who do you think you are, just a loser's bastard, dare to yell at me!" Su Qianrong raised her hand, and a large cup of coffee rushed towards her face, splashing it on on Jiang Liwen's face.

Clap!

Everyone in the western restaurant looked this way.

Jiang Liwen stretched out her arms, her lips turned white, and those disgusted eyes made her feel as if she had been stripped naked and thrown on the street.

But so what, she never cared what she looked like in the eyes of others.

Su Qianrong, who has always been tricky and mean, did not stretch out her hand to fight back, but cried uncharacteristically. She covered her cheek with one hand and supported the western table with the other. Her slender shoulders trembled slightly, as if she had been wronged by the sky. There are many pitiful tears on the face. %&*";

At first, Jiang Liwen didn't understand why this woman pretended to be pitiful.

When she met the surprised and angry gaze behind her, she suddenly smiled. It turned out that this was Su Qianrong's purpose...

"What are you doing!" Ye Jingshen grabbed Jiang Liwen's arm, his eyes filled with indescribable shock, he didn't expect that the school girl who was always quiet would hit someone!

Jiang Liwen didn't explain, but just stood there dumbfounded, brown liquid dripping down her face.

In fact, she really wanted to ask why he only saw the wound on Su Qianrong's face, but not the stain on her clothes.

He doesn't understand it.

In fact, she also hurts.

Jiang Liwen was full of people in the room looking at her, but she didn't feel ashamed, she just felt a burst of sadness in her heart, like a knife cutting her.

The coffee completely stained her sweater, she picked up the paper and wiped it vigorously twice.

She thought it was a failure.

She will go beautifully too.

But she couldn't move, her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground by something, and she couldn't pull them out...

Su Qianrong threw herself into Ye Jingshen's arms, her voice was very soft, sobbing: "Senior Ye, don't blame Wenwen, the wound on your face is fine, I... I, woo..."

Ye Jingshen patted her on the back, looking at Jiang Liwen with helplessness and harshness, and his voice was even colder: "Wenwen, apologize."

Looking at this scene, Jiang Liwen was a little dazed. She suddenly remembered that at the end of summer in the third year of high school, her father also hugged another woman with reddish cheeks and asked her mother to say sorry.

The mother fell down on the sofa, not knowing whether she was crying or laughing.

She looked at her mother who was completely old for a moment, and suddenly seemed to be 20 years old.

It seemed that the whole person no longer had any support and support, and her heart was about to break!

Huh... sorry?

What an ironic word.

She is the one who intervenes!

Why should she ask her mother to apologize!

Jiang Liwen clenched her hands tighter and tighter, and her fingertips sank into her palms. She raised her head, proudly like a lonely queen wandering in the night, and said every word clearly: "I, die, also, no, will , Dao, Qian!"

After finishing speaking, she picked up the satchel on the wooden chair, and walked out of the western restaurant without looking back. Those silver-gray coffees printed speckled shadows on the white sweater.

She walked resolutely, as if she had won a battle, but no one saw it. The moment she turned and walked into the long alley, those cold eyes were stained red...

Jiang Liwen stopped suddenly, squatted on the ground, bit her hands with her teeth, and big tears fell down...

"It's okay, it's okay." She murmured softly, her slightly hoarse comforting voice lingered in the long alley, her unspeakable distress...