Chapter 3 Sister Fan, did you see her kill someone?
Fan Shengmei stared at the price displayed on the computer screen and bit her nails unconsciously.
The number of six zeros made her heart beat fast. It was enough to pay off the mortgage on the house in her hometown.
"Sister Fan?"
Guan Juer came home from get off work and was startled to see Fan Shengmei sitting there blankly.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you turning on the lights?"
"It's okay." Fan Shengmei hurriedly closed her notebook.
Guan Juer's eyes fell on the orange box on the coffee table.
"Wow! New bag?"
She leaned in closer and touched the leather, "This feels...it must be expensive, right?"
"Well, it seems so." Fan Shengmei's voice was vague.
"What do you mean by 'seems'?"
Guan Juer tilted her head, "Sister Fan, you're acting weird today."
She suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Could it be a gift from a new suitor?"
Fan Shengmei suddenly turned around and said, "Guan Guan, if... someone's sister did something really bad, and he gave you a gift because of his sister, would you accept it?"
"It depends on the situation."
Guan Juer adjusted her glasses and said, "If it's a sincere apology, accepting it will put the other person at ease..."
Fan Shengmei silently turned the computer screen towards her.
Guan Juer took a closer look, and "Poof" all the water she had just drunk sprayed on Fan Shengmei's face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Guan Juer frantically grabbed a tissue, but Fan Shengmei went to wipe her bag first.
After the two of them finished cleaning up in a hurry, Guan Juer lowered her voice,
"Sister Fan...did you see his sister kill someone?"
"What are you thinking about!" Fan Shengmei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"That gift is too..."
Guan Juer's hands were shaking as she pointed at the bag, "How big of a mistake could this be?"
"Okay, take a rest and don't think too much."
Fan Shengmei smiled, patted her head, and went back to the room with the bag.
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"Sister Fan, why have you been so listless these past two days? You even have dark circles under your eyes."
My colleague Xiaolin handed me a cup of coffee.
"Insomnia?"
Fan Shengmei forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. I was just rushing to finish the project and didn't sleep well."
She lay on the desk, her forehead against the dust bag containing the Hermès, and smiled bitterly in her heart——
Can you sleep well?
Ever since she received that bag, she felt like she was carrying a time bomb.
At first, she hid the bag at the bottom of her closet, covered it with three thick coats, and checked the door lock repeatedly before going to work every day.
Later, I felt uneasy, so I simply hid the bag and brought it to work every day. I only dared to put it in the innermost part of the drawer and didn't dare to take it out.
If it was a bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, she would have carried it around the world to show it off.
But ever since that party, she seemed to have PTSD.
If you squeeze into the bus carrying a seven-figure Hermès bag, even a fool would think it is a fake.
The spit in the office would drown her directly.
"Sister Linda's new bag is so beautiful!"
Fan Shengmei looked up and saw the department manager Wang Li proudly showing off a new Hermès model.
Colleagues gathered around like bees to honey, praising him fervently.
"It's only about 300,000 yuan."
Manager Wang pretended to be modest and said, "My husband insisted on buying it for me."
The bag worth more than 300,000 yuan was held in the hands of everyone and passed around. Fan Shengmei forced a smile and went over to praise it.
The supervisor only carries a bag worth 300,000 yuan, but you carry a bag worth 1 million yuan?
Isn't it obvious that he is trying to make things difficult for himself?
She looked back at the bag in her drawer that was worth six times as much, and it felt even hotter.
She secretly opened the drawer and took another look. The delicate lock still flashed a low-key light in the dim briefcase.
Really, so beautiful.
"Forget it, let's go back..." She finally made up her mind.
After get off work, Fan Shengmei stood on the roadside holding an orange gift box and stopped a car.
It was particularly difficult to get a taxi during the evening rush hour, so she held the box tightly, as if afraid that it would be snatched away.
"Master, go to the Guokun Group headquarters."
She lowered her head and took another look at the Hermes in the box, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently.
"I'd better send you to find your princess."
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