Song Qingyin shifted her gaze to the newcomer, slightly surprised, "Are you Jian Xinxin?"
The man raised a respectful and flattering smile: "It's me, it's me! Sister Qingyin, do you still remember me?"
This person is a member of Song Qingyin's model department. There are currently few models in the company. She has read their information and met with everyone, but has not had any in-depth contact with them.
She smiled and said, "Of course. You performed very well in the SH show last month."
Jian Xinxin hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Sister Qingyin! I am only able to do this because of you and the company's training!"
Song Qingyin just smiled in response to these polite words.
"By the way, do you know this person?"
When Jian Xinxin saw the boss asking the question, she remembered that there was another person.
I didn't expect that I wasn't paying attention just now and let An Wan bump into Song Qingyin.
Jian Xinxin pursed her lips with some regret, but after thinking of something, she immediately distanced herself from the matter: "Sister Qingyin, I know this person, but I'm not familiar with him!"
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"Not familiar?! It doesn't look like that to me!" Pei Leyao snorted coldly.
Hearing this, Jian Xinxin's gaze fell on the girl who spoke.
He is young, but has a bad temper.
Jian Xinxin was impatient, but when she saw the girl's face clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and quickly remembered that this person was Pei Leyao, the eldest daughter of the Pei family.
She saw the two of them holding hands intimately, and then she remembered the gossip they had secretly talked about. Some people said that Song Qingyin was the girlfriend of Pei Jingmo, the head of the Pei family...
Jian Xinxin's breathing paused for a moment. She never expected that she would meet the two of them when she was teaching An Wan a lesson.
I glanced at the stains on Pei Leyao's coat. This coat was a new product released by a top luxury brand at last month's fashion week. The price of it was equivalent to her advertising fee for half a year.
Jian Xinxin swallowed, clutched her bag, and looked down at An Wan who hadn't gotten up yet. She suddenly grabbed her hair and said, "Sister Qingyin, Miss Leyao, this person was pestering my boyfriend. She just flirted with him in front of me. I was just angry and slapped her..."
"Who knew she was so scheming, pretending to be miserable and lying on the ground to attract my boyfriend's attention!" Jian Xinxin said as she exerted force on her hands and pulled the woman's hair hard.
An Wan felt pain and bit her lower lip tightly.
"So she's a mistress." Pei Leyao gave him a disdainful look and crossed her arms. "The mistress really deserves to be beaten. Since she hit me, she should compensate me."
Song Qingyin glanced at Pei Leyao and then at Jian Xinxin.
Two seconds later, he took a half step back, obviously not intending to interfere in the matter.
Jian Xinxin heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Pei Leyao's words. She grabbed An Wan's collar and said, "Did you hear me? Remember to compensate Miss Pei for her clothes!"
After saying this, An Wan suddenly broke free from Jian Xinxin's shackles. She endured the pain on her body and tidied her messy hair, then glanced at a few people: "I don't have money, and even if I do, I won't compensate you."
"You!" Pei Leyao frowned.
"Are you crazy, An Wan?" Jian Xinxin was afraid that Pei Leyao would change her mind, so she spoke up immediately, "Why don't you pay for soiling someone else's clothes? Do you know what will happen if you offend Miss Pei? "
"I didn't mean to hit anyone. If Miss Pei really wants to pursue the matter, then the person who pushed me was Jian Xinxin. Miss Pei can ask her for compensation." An Wan said word by word.
After saying that, he pushed Jian Xinxin away and turned around.
"An Wan!" Jian Xinxin roared.
Pei Leyao was furious. She was the one who was hit and her clothes were ruined. How dare that bitch give her a hard time?
"Someone, hold her down for me!" Pei Leyao said to the bodyguard.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two bodyguards immediately chased after him.
A few minutes later, the fire escape was empty.
Two bodyguards pushed open the door and came out, "Miss, we have already taught her a lesson according to your instructions."
Hearing the sound, Pei Leyao walked over, pushed the door open, and saw a woman curled up in the corner, her exposed cheeks and neck were all bruised and purple.
"Oh, since you don't want to pay, then I can only get it back in other ways." Pei Leyao glanced at him disdainfully, "I hit you accidentally, but I won't give you medical expenses, you can handle it yourself."
After saying this, Pei Leyao slammed the door and left.
Song Qingyin glimpsed the woman's back through the crack in the door, and she looked away indifferently.
"Sister Qingyin... has Miss Pei calmed down?" Jian Xinxin on the side cautiously probed.
Song Qingyin looked at her. The girl's expression was filled with worry, and she instantly saw through her thoughts.
He curled his lips and smiled faintly: "Le Yao is just a child, she gets angry quickly and gets over it quickly, it's no problem."
"But your friend, please don't appear in front of Le Yao again. Le Yao holds grudges very much. If you meet her again, I might not be able to help but lose my temper with her." After leaving a meaningful sentence, Song Qingyin turned around and left with her bag.
Jane Xinxin slowly came back to her senses until the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground disappeared. She looked towards the fire escape.
Does Pei Leyao hold grudges?
Just as he was about to step forward, a person suddenly appeared behind him, "Xinxin, why are you here?"
Jian Xinxin turned around when she heard the voice and met a pair of worried eyes. She immediately went over and hugged the man's arm: "Alang, have you finished shopping?"
"Yes, here you go." The man handed over the dessert in his hand, touched the girl's head, and asked again: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait here?"
"I was just wandering around and happened to run into the boss of the company and we chatted for a few minutes."
"Is that so?" Ren Lang understood, "Then let's go."
Jian Xinxin smiled and said, "Okay."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise behind him. Ren Lang turned around and asked, "What's that noise?"
Jian Xinxin grabbed his hand and said, "It might be the cleaning lady. I just saw her go in."
"Oh, let's go then."
The two left hand in hand, and after a moment, An Wan walked out dragging her weak body.
She endured the pain and tried to move to the elevator.
Shen Shuhe and his friends had just come out of the movie and said they wanted to find a restaurant to eat, but when the elevator opened, they saw a woman lying on the ground.
His hair was messy and his face was bruised.
Zheng Manman screamed: "What's going on!"
Wen Yu looked around seriously. No one was passing by at the moment, so she went over, squatted, and brushed the woman's hair away.
Seeing this person's face, Shen Shuhe frowned, then followed him in: "An Wan?"
"Sister Shuhe, do you know this person?" Zheng Manman asked.
Wen Yu also looked over. She chewed on the name and recalled after a few seconds, "The model you met at the show before?"
"Yes." Shen Shuhe squatted down.
An Wan was a model she met at a fashion show after she returned from Country Y.
At that time, she was waiting backstage, and An Wan came over to remind her that her back was exposed, and Shen Shuhe was extremely grateful.
After that, I saw An Wan often staying alone, and she would only look up when others talked to her.
To express her gratitude, Shen Shuhe handed over a bottle of milk. The girl raised her eyes, took it, and said thank you.
Cold on the outside but warm on the inside, this is Shen Shuhe's impression of her.
But not long after, she saw an entertainment news report that a talented model who debuted a year ago was injured and might not be able to stand on the catwalk again.
Since it was related to his industry, Shen Shuhe clicked in to take a look, and he didn’t expect it to be An Wan, whom he met at the show not long ago.
But time was too tight that time, the two only exchanged a few words and did not exchange contact information, so she had no way to express her condolences.
Thinking of this, Shen Shuhe glanced at the unconscious girl, turned his head and looked at the serious and cold Leng Tao: "Help me to help her down."
He looked at Zheng Manman again, "Tell the driver to wait and go to the hospital immediately!"
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