"Then... then why did you contact me?"
"Didn't I tell you? I have a formula, a formula to make you youthful and fair-skinned. It's not 599, only 299. How about it? Want a box?" Ma Linghua smiled radiantly.
Liu Beibei; "……………………"
I really want to thank you!
He's learned almost everything from her! It's a real waste of his talent that he didn't become a salesman.
"Then... let's have one box!" Liu Beibei is a wise person who knows when to yield.
“Okay, you wait, I’ll bring it to you this afternoon.” Ma Linghua smiled broadly.
Seeing that there wasn't much time left, she decided it was time to go home. She stood up, dusted off non-existent dust, grabbed her bag, and left wearing a floral print outfit.
Liu Beibei thought to herself, "She's so pretty, with such a great figure (she touched her chest; it was very well-endowed), yet she's dressed like an old lady. Isn't she just demeaning herself?"
A quick glance revealed that she was wearing a pair of bright green canvas shoes.
Liu Beibei; "……………………"
"What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower..." [Telephone rings]
Liu Beibei's phone rang. She opened it and saw that the caller ID showed it was her husband.
She answered the phone with a strange smile on her face, "Honey, yes! Okay, I'll go buy it for you and make it for you right away, yes! Okay!"
She hung up the phone, looked at her slightly pale skin, took out a small bottle of perfume from her bag, and sprayed it on herself.
She sniffed her own body, packed her bag, and headed towards the mall, muttering to herself as she walked, "It'll be ripe soon... I'll wait a little longer!"
As soon as Ma Linghua left the park, she saw an old man in his forties, who looked just like her, playing chess with someone else, looking extremely serious.
"Cough cough!" Ma Linghua coughed a few times standing next to him.
Li Zhongguo immediately stood up and said, "I admit defeat, goodbye."
The old man, who was getting along very well with him, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. This old man was really wicked.
Looking at his wife, he carefully took her hand and said, "Linghua, you're here. Let's go! I drove here to pick you up. I can't let my darling get tired."
"Hmph! You're smart enough to know this way. You don't need to pick me up anymore. You just stay home and learn how to serve me." Ma Linghua's attitude was tough.
"Yes, yes, I'll listen to my wife."
Ma Linghua nodded in satisfaction. The old man was eighty years old and not as old as he used to be. She had to keep a close eye on him to prevent him from getting sick and being hospitalized, which would cost a lot of money. It would be more worthwhile to buy some meat for her eldest granddaughter.
If Li Zhongguo knew what she was thinking, he would be furious several times over, and the grass in front of his grave would probably be several meters tall by now.
After breakfast, Ma Linghua remembered something: the Ox-Head and Horse-Face statues she brought back from her hometown were still at Da Mao's house!
That won't do. We have to take it back. Da Mao doesn't deserve to display her eldest granddaughter's first piece of art. It's more appropriate to put it in her room.
When Da Mao received the call, he was at the hospital applying medicine. He thought to himself, "How could nothing have happened after washing with that damn water? Look, the reaction is here; his face is covered with rows of milky-white pustules."
The doctor said he had facial poisoning and kept asking him what he had eaten and what he had applied.
Da Mao; "……………………"
Can he tell? If he does, his mother will beat him to death.
So Da Mao, whose face was wrapped up like a mummy, set off from the storeroom with two creepy-looking paper figures.
Sitting in traffic, I looked at his private WeChat group.
[Fang Qi: The boss seems to have gotten uglier lately.]
[Dong Dalang: Yes, yes, and I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the boss's face seems to have gotten fuller.]
[Chu Bingbing: I must say, he's starting to look more and more like a greasy middle-aged man.]
[Wu Qiao: Even so, if the boss were to sexually harass me, I'd be willing. Turn off the lights, and even a sow would look like Diao Chan!]
Da Mao; "……………………"
These employees are really not taking their jobs seriously. Deduct money from their paychecks, deduct money from all of them! He was already feeling the pinch from the cost of the face cream! The deducted money was returned to his card. He did what he said he would do and quietly asked the finance department to transfer 400 yuan to him.
finance;"????"
[General Manager Li Damao: Those who slack off at work will have 100 yuan deducted from their pay.]
[Li Damao and Lao Song; Group Chat Images]
finance;"……………"
[Zhang, the finance manager: Okay, boss, got it. (Smiling emoji)]
The finance department then immediately created a small group chat of five people.
[Zhang Yun: You guys are finished. You got caught slacking off by the boss, and you still posted it in the group chat? Did you forget your brains today? I'm not saying anything more, 100 yuan deducted from each of you, Da Mao said so. (Chat screenshot)]
Four people; "…………………………"
Ha! The boss is a real scoundrel; the rest of us have to admit defeat.
Arriving halfway up the hill in the residential area, he saw his arch-nemesis, Zhong Dongshan, smoking on a lookout tower.
His expression was somewhat sinister, his eyes were deep and unfathomable as he looked down at the city below, shrouded in smoke and mist.
After thinking for a moment, he drove the car to the side, opened the car door, and went to take a look.
"Hello!"
When Zhong Dongshan turned around, he saw a person wrapped up like a mummy. He was so frightened that he punched him several times without saying a word.
"Ah...ah...stop, Zhong Dongshan, are you fucking crazy?"
Zhong Dongshan; "……………………"
Wait, that voice sounds familiar! He stopped, his eyelids twitching. Could this be...?
"Damn you, Zhong Dongshan! You almost blinded me! Are you crazy?" Several pustules on Da Mao's face were ruptured, and the juices flowed into his mouth, tasting incredibly sour.
"This...Isn't this just because I was scared? Besides, can you act like a normal person?" Zhong Dongshan felt a little guilty, but what could he do? Li Damao had scared him like that! He was lucky he hadn't been scared to death.
"Hiss... hiss... ouch! It hurts so much!" Da Mao looked up at him and saw that he looked a little dejected.
Despite the pain, she asked curiously, "What happened to you?"
“My brother got permission from the old man to join the company.” His eyes were unfathomable.
"What? Your brother who just eats, drinks, and has fun is qualified to work in the company? Tsk tsk! Zhong Dongshan, you're no good! He can even get away with having a child born to your stepmother? You deserve to be cheated on by him." As soon as Li Damao finished speaking, I saw a dangerous sneer in his eyes.
"Speaking of which, this wasn't a favor done by your Li family," Zhong Dongshan said, looking at him with a sinister gaze.
Da Mao: "????"
"What do you mean? Explain yourself. I know my dad's personality. He won't give anything away to others unless he's going to lay a hand on that person." Da Mao knew how formidable his father was.
Although many people say his family is nouveau riche and look down on them, they still desperately want to cooperate with his father's company.
Your true colors have long been seen through by your father; you're trying to pretend to be virtuous while putting on a facade of purity.
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