Xia Lan works at Mingcheng Foreign Trade.
After Zhang Xian delivered the bag, she happily carried it to the company.
Xia Lan doesn't want to be too conspicuous.
Whenever someone asked, he would say it was a low-end Hermès model, costing only tens of thousands of dollars.
On the surface, colleagues all praised the value for money.
But behind the scenes, it's not the case.
"You said the bag Xiao Xia is carrying is Hermès?"
"Such a big bid."
"There are real and fake labels. I've seen Hermès ranging from 10,000 to 200,000 yuan, but nothing like this."
"A few days ago, her makeup was all smudged at work. I heard there was something wrong with the apartment she rented, so she's sleeping on the street!"
"I haven't received my salary yet, so where will I get the money to buy a bag?"
"The truth is out. I didn't expect her to be so vain."
The female employees started gossiping.
Xia Lan works diligently and willingly, which annoys these veterans in the workplace.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xia Lan happened to pass by and immediately shouted angrily: "My bag is real."
Who knows, others are even less afraid.
"If this bag is real, then you can tell me who bought it for you."
"Can't I be your friend?"
Xia Lan's words made her colleagues more unscrupulous.
"How come we didn't know you had such a rich friend?"
"How close does one have to be to get someone like that to give you a Hermès bag?"
"I don't think he's just a friend. He's probably decades older than you."
The more they talked, the more outrageous it became.
It would be fine if they admitted that the sponsorship was real, but Xia Land had to admit that she was being kept by someone first.
“I…I…”
Xia Lan was so anxious that she couldn't speak.
She finally understood that these people were prejudiced against her.
No matter what they say, if they say you are black, you are black.
"Why are you arguing during working hours?"
Hearing the noise, a middle-aged man walked out of the office and said, "Have you finished your work? Everyone, go away."
"Mr. Cao."
"Hello, Mr. Cao."
When his colleagues saw Cao Wang, they all shrank their necks.
Then he returned to his job.
"Xia Lan, you should go back too."
Cao Wang comforted her softly while putting his hand on Xia Lan's shoulder.
He is the general manager of Mingcheng Foreign Trade. He has been observing in the dark for a long time, waiting for the right time to come and save the beauty.
Xia Lan shuddered.
He turned sideways to avoid Cao Wang's hand.
Colleagues just chattered at best, but Cao Wang was serious about it.
He had been using his position to pursue her, but his private life was messy, so Xia Lan rejected him without hesitation.
But Cao Wang never left her and kept pestering her.
Xia Lan was so scared that she tried to avoid him.
"Thank you, Mr. Cao, for speaking up for me. I'm going back to work."
"No rush."
Cao Wang stopped Xia Lan and said, "I helped you out, and you just gave me a simple thank you?"
"Then I will work hard in the future and repay the company."
"Why are you being so reserved?"
Cao Wang pressed on: "How about this, you don't have to work overtime tonight, come have dinner with me."
"I don't have time."
Xia Lan subconsciously refused.
"Even if you don't go, you're still working overtime at the company. How can you be busy?"
Cao Wang smiled slightly. This excuse was too poor.
He had lost his patience with Xia Lan. There had to be progress today. Such a good opportunity could not be wasted.
"Actually, I was just about to ask you for leave, um... um..."
Xia Lan's eyes rolled around, and she couldn't drag it out any longer, so she lied and said, "Because my boyfriend is coming to pick me up."
"Boy friend?"
Cao Wang's expression relaxed a little.
"Yes, my boyfriend."
Xia Lan simply went all the way and took out her bag to show off: "This bag was also bought by my boyfriend."
Cao Wang was skeptical.
After considering for a long time, he decided to let Xia Lan go for the time being.
"Okay, let's make an appointment next time we have a chance."
But he is not an easy person to deal with.
He immediately revealed the news to others.
So the colleagues started gossiping again.
"Xia Lan has no vision. She doesn't want Mr. Cao right in front of her, but she wants someone else as her boyfriend."
"What if her boyfriend is richer than Mr. Cao?"
"You think there are rich second-generations everywhere!"
"Even if he is really richer than Mr. Cao, he must be much older than Mr. Cao."
Cao Wang is not yet 30 years old.
With the help of his family, he became the general manager of Mingcheng Foreign Trade.
Apart from being a little greasy and having dark circles under his eyes, he looks pretty good and is an unattainable successful person for them.
"We've been arguing for a long time but to no avail. We'll just have to wait and see."
Colleagues formed a united front.
Xia Lanchou was upset.
She had to find a way to cover up this lie quickly.
After much thought, he could only call Zhang Xian: "Mr. Zhang, can you pretend to be my boyfriend..."
After hearing the whole story, Zhang Xian felt helpless.
He never thought that a bag he casually gave to Xia Lan would cause so much trouble.
Ultimately, it's all my fault for not thinking carefully enough.
He thought about it and agreed.
Besides, I performed well yesterday, so this business is not difficult for me.
At about the agreed time, Zhang Xian took off one of his shoes and threw it into the air.
"Point the toes east, and drive Lecken."
Zhang Xian put on the Givenchy he bought last time and drove to the Dihao Building.
Mingcheng Foreign Trade is located in this building.
When we got to the door, the access control failed again.
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