Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"So, it took me two years to develop the contacts, and it took Tang Nuan less than three months to pry them all away?" Song Qingchun's words clearly contained a little anger.

The assistant raised his head cautiously, glanced at Song Qingchun, and then nodded gently again, the voice was too small to say a word: "Yes."

Song Qingchun seemed to hear what a funny joke, he chuckled softly, in the quiet office, it seemed extraordinarily harsh.

The assistant was terrified and stepped back several steps.

Song Qingchun maintained her elegance, pointing at the assistant and pointing the door. After the assistant left, she took a few breaths.

Tang Nuan...Tang Nuan... It has been eight years since she knew the name. In these eight years, as long as she hears the name, there is no good thing.

She didn't pay much attention to those headlines just now, but now she found that five interview reports in the eight consecutive headlines she took were all the contacts she used to live in.

Yes...Once...She just left for three months and came back again, it has changed the world.

She has always known that she wants the position of TW female anchor, Tang Nuan is no exception, and that woman has always been cruel, seeing that the Song family is in trouble, how could she not come up and fall into the hole?

But her foot is really cruel and merciless, kicking her directly back to the rookie period in the workplace...

But she thought that she could kill Song Qingchun?

A little sarcasm appeared in Song Qingchun’s eyes, and her thoughts of Tang Nuan were too beautiful. Since she can break the record of six consecutive headlines maintained by her former female anchor in a year, she can also do so. In the shortest time, she broke the eight consecutive headlines that Tang Nuan has set!

Song Qingchun went to the bathroom after his emotions stabilized.

Along the way, many colleagues greeted her well and waited for her to pass by and immediately whispered together.

"Song's no longer possible, Song Qingchun is no longer the old lady of the past..."

"Yeah, she used to be pearly and precious. She has a brand name all over her body. Look now, how easy it is to wear..."

"It is said that this morning, she came to the company to work and took taxis..."

"What about her Ferrari? Has it been sold?"

Some colleagues’ voices were not pinched, some were loud, and the words fell intermittently into Song Qingchun’s ears. She didn’t seem to hear those words at all, and the expression on her face didn’t change much. High heels, elegantly stepped into the bathroom.

Song Qingchun came out of the cubicle and saw a flourishing figure standing with her back to her, standing in front of the sink and applying makeup.

Qian Qian's figure seemed to realize that someone was behind him, raised his head slightly, and glanced at Song Qingchun through the mirror.

It's Tang Nuan.

The two looked at each other for about half a minute through the mirror, and Song Qingchun walked to Tang Nuan's side with strides, opened another faucet, and washed his hands slowly against the whirling water.

Tang Nuan faced the mirror, carefully painted his lip gloss, pursed his lips, and then looked at Song Qingchun obliquely through the mirror, and asked, "Song Qingchun, once again, was robbed of the taste of things. how about it?"