In Liu Yingying's office, "Liu's traditional Chinese medicine," Zhao Sanjin, who had just entered the door, was pushed onto the sofa by Liu Yingying, called the new secretary and ordered a lot of things, but there was no doubt that it was all about Zhao Sanjin.

"What happened to you when you came home this time? How could accidents happen one after another?" after a while, Liu Yingying precipitated her mood.

"Meng Yifan!" Zhao Sanjin gently spit out three words.

When Liu Yingying can no longer tell the evil wind organization, Zhao Sanjin can only put all the responsibility on Meng Yifan. Although the discount pot is a little outrageous, we have to admit that Meng Yifan is the biggest mastermind whether or not evil wind people join.

Now, if it weren't for Meng Yifan's reason, maybe Zhao Sanjin could avoid Lin Qingqing in time before Shangguan Waner entered China.

"Alas!" Liu Yingying sighed helplessly. Some clouds were sketched on her pretty face, which seemed quite unhappy. Her white teeth and pink lips said, "if you hadn't been involved in the muddy water between me and him, maybe there would have been no such things."

"Then what are you going to do next? Meng Yifan is fierce, and..." Liu Yingying's pretty face has a rich expression. It was originally filled with worry, but then it turned into a look of surprise and asked, "did you do it when the jewelry stores of all the Meng's branches in Jianghai City were smashed last night?"

"Hmm!" Zhao Sankin nodded noncommittally and said with a smile, "I've never put Meng Yifan in my eyes, but the people behind him..."

Zhao Sankin's words were stopped in time, and the voice was more and more laughing. Anyway, Liu Yingying didn't hear it. Naturally, Liu Yingying wouldn't ask more questions, but gently replied: "Oh!"

"By the way, how many days is uncle Liu's birthday?" Zhao Sanjin felt that the problems during this period were stacked together, so that he forgot about preparing Liu Jingtian's birthday gift before.

This time, Liu Jingtian helped Zhao Sanjin so much. In any case, Zhao Sanjin had to choose a heavier gift. Anyway, it's not bad for that money, is it!

"Three days!" Liu Yingying didn't know if Zhao Sanjin was confused. He stretched out four fingers and said three days in his mouth.

Zhao Sanjin, who changed his clothes, also came out from behind the curtain. His clothes were not small and fit well, and the fabric felt quite good. Even when Zhao Sanjin saw the price on the label, but a simple shirt cost three or five hundred, he was stunned, which made Zhao Sanjin have an impulse to return the goods.