Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 2533 Sad artist

Susan didn't seem to care about the various comments on the Internet. She was lying lazily on the yellow sofa, sliding her mobile phone leisurely to check the comments in it.

Seeing those who disagreed with her, she nodded immediately, as if she was very satisfied with the other party's remarks. Seeing those who praised her and praised her, she frowned slightly, as if she did not agree with the other party's evaluation.

On the coffee table beside her, there were two contracts and two thick scripts. She had no interest in those documents, as if they were someone else's work and had nothing to do with her.

The door of the apartment opened, and the woman put the key in her pocket and walked in with a stack of documents.

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the luxurious wooden floor immediately aroused the vigilance of the people on the sofa. Like a prisoner in a prison, the woman suddenly jumped up, threw the phone aside, and randomly grabbed a document to look through. As for what it was, she didn't care about it at all.

The woman walked in wearing a black commuter dress, and seeing Susan in the room looking at the documents carefully, her eyes were full of satisfaction.

She patted the documents in her hand in front of Susan and said in a calm voice, "After reading the two documents in front of you, look at the one I brought."

There was dissatisfaction in Susan's eyes at the woman's commanding tone, but she quickly suppressed it, and looked up at the person in front of her: "Sister Yashu, you have already chosen which company to cooperate with, why? Do you want me to read all the documents again?"

Regarding Susan's struggle, her manager Ya Shu never took it to heart: "Let me see, it's naturally to answer the reporter. You should be clear about your current identity. If you behave in the slightest, you will never want to live." tomorrow."

The woman's tone was a bit condensed, and she didn't have the patience to explain clearly. She directly told the other party the worst result, trying to make the other party understand her position.

Hearing the words "I can't survive tomorrow", Susan shivered, and immediately lowered her head to look through the documents in her hand, her heart full of fear and desolation.

As an artist, she may be the saddest artist in the world, and also the most powerless to resist.

Others only saw her glamorous appearance, but didn't know her inner decay, which made her feel that her life was meaningless.

I don't know who leaked the news that she lived in this apartment. There are always some strangers wandering outside, and some even pick up rocks and smash glass, just hoping to lure her out.

But they were wrong. Instead of going out, Susan would hide herself deeper.

The manager drew the heavy curtains casually, blocking the last ray of light in the room from the outside.

Then he turned his head and gave Susan a warning look, and then walked upstairs with haughty steps.

Under the coercion of her manager, Susan didn't dare to lift her head, so she could only shrink herself into the sofa and obediently check all the documents she brought.

……

Xu Qiusheng came to Leng Chengtian's office, and he was already familiar with the style of this place that had not changed for more than ten years.

Knowing the relationship between Xu Qiusheng and the president, no one would stop him, whether it was the front desk downstairs or the secretary's office upstairs.

When he arrived at Leng Chengtian's office, it was almost as if he had entered no one's land, which also represented Leng Chengtian's trust in him.

Lazily throwing himself on the sofa in the office, casually looking at the man opposite him who was working, Xu Qiusheng, a big man, felt a little tempted.

(End of this chapter)