After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

"Master, you can't punish my small mouth. When I transform into shape, I'm going to harm the handsome little brother."

Jing Wanwan had black lines all over her hair, "You shouldn't be called an elf, you should be called a little color embryo."

Entering Jing's company, the lady at the front desk stopped Jing Wanwan, "Miss, I'm sorry, our company doesn't allow idlers to wait in."

Jing Wanwan grinned at the other party.

"I am Jing Zhenbo's daughter."

The front desk lady looked at her suspiciously, "Our chairman's woman doesn't look like you."

This girl is not like the chairman, nor does she want Vice President Wang.

Jing Wanwan said generously: "I am not the same mother as Jing Xinmeng, I look like my biological mother."

The lady at the front desk felt that Jing Wan Wan had a strong aura, so she didn't dare to offend her, "Then wait a minute, I'll call and ask."

"Okay, thank you beauty." Jing Wan Wan smiled, and the receptionist was mesmerized by her beauty for a moment.

After making the phone call and asking for clarification, the front desk lady apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'll take you up now."

"It doesn't matter, those who don't know are innocent."

Infected by Jing Wanwan's smile, the front desk lady immediately relaxed and led her towards the elevator.

"I'm really sorry, you haven't been here, we only know Miss Jing Xinmeng."

"Jing Xinmeng comes here often?"

"Yes, come with the chairman and Vice President Wang." The front desk lady stared at Jing Wan Wan's face again, and praised sincerely: "You are so beautiful! Your biological mother must be a beauty, right?"

Jing Wanwan thought of Bai Yuehua's stunning beauty and temperament, "Well, my mother is the most beautiful mother I have ever seen."

The front desk lady boasted: "He is really beautiful."

Unlike Vice President Wang and Jing Xinmeng, they are not as good-looking as this one, but they are arrogant and look down on others.

The front desk lady took Jing Wanwan to the chairman's office, poured a cup of coffee and left first.

Jing Wanwan looked at the office, and she wondered whether the [-] million yuan given by the Yan family was really useful.

The office is full of expensive brand-name furniture, and there are several expensive paintings on the wall, but if there are too many, it looks tacky.

Said sarcastically: "The company can't run, but pretending to be a hero is a skill."

"Jing Wan Wan!" A loud roar sounded.

Jing Wanwan raised her eyebrows and looked over, "Jing Xinmeng, why don't you come to work in the company instead of being your big star?"

"I'm here to talk to you!"

"Oh?" Jing Wanwan leaned back on the sofa and asked lightly, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Mom and Dad are holding a company meeting! Many people in the company don't support you as a design director. I can help you. As long as you forget that I won an award with your design drawing a year ago, I will help you!"

"Who do you think you are?" Jing Wanwan took a sip of coffee and touched her earlobe, "I advise you to act in your play and don't mess with me."

The little elf was very excited and said: "Master! The system has a new mission, as long as you can disturb the new character that your fake sister got, you will be rewarded with the strongest brain, and let you soar on the road of design!"

"Alright then." Jing Wanwan stood up, "Has your new character signed yet?"

Jing Xinmeng took a step back subconsciously, because Jing Wanwan's half-smile was too weird.

"My business has nothing to do with you!"

"What did I say yesterday? As long as you apologize to me and the compensation is in place, I will forgive you, right?"

"I, my mother said that without our support, you can't go smoothly in Dad's company, so I advise you..."

"Don't persuade me, I've changed my mind, I don't want you to apologize, I want everyone to know that you are a thief."

Jing Wanwan smiled gracefully and took out her phone.

He dug out the surveillance video in the mobile phone file, cut out a few pictures to accompany the copywriting, Aite went to Jing Xinmeng and posted on Weibo.

With a ding, Jing Xinmeng's cell phone rang, and she was inexplicably flustered, so she took out the cell phone from her bag.

The phone screen prompts that Weibo has been hacked by Jing Wan Wan Aite.

"Jing Wanwan, what did you do?"

"You'll know if you take a look." Jing Wanwan got up and walked out with her handbag in her hand.

"Jing Wanwan, how could you treat me like this! Don't go, stop!" After Jing Xinmeng finished reading the content, she was angry and panicked, and was about to chase after Jing Wanwan when her manager, Nanmu, called.

"Jing Xinmeng, what's the matter with you! The good second girl is about to succeed, how did this happen! Who is that person on Weibo? What does it have to do with you!"

"Brother Nanmu, that's not true, she..."

"I don't care if this matter is true or not, you should get rid of her right away! Even if it is true, let her tell me back!"

The door of the meeting room was kicked open. Jing Zhenbo stood up and was about to scold. When he saw someone walking into the meeting room like the emperor on patrol, he quickly bent over to meet him.

"Tingjue, why are you here?"

At the same time, other people in the conference room stood up involuntarily.

One after another, the honorific title sounded——

"The banquet is always good."

"Hello, Mr. Banquet."

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

"It is our honor that Yan always comes to our small company."

"Young Master Yan, please sit down."

With an indifferent face, Yan Tingjue asked Jing Zhenbo, "Where's Jing Wan Wan?"

"Xiao Wan should be in my office."

"As the design director of your company, she can't attend this kind of meeting?"

Yan Tingjue's eyes were cold and stern, he glanced at Wang Feifei who was sitting in the vice president's position, and suddenly realized a problem.

In this way, Jing Wanwan was pushed into Jing Zhenbo's company at her 19-year-old age.

I have no social experience at all.

Can you handle these old monsters?

"Tingjue, don't think too much, Wanwan came a little late, that's why I didn't have time to ask her to participate."

Suddenly, "Hypocrisy." Jing Wanwan pushed a strand of mischievous long hair behind her, and walked slowly.

Yan Tingjue turned his head to look, and was in a daze for a moment.

I don't know if there is something wrong with his eyes, or what, why does he think she looks shiny at this moment?

Seeing Jing Wanwan, the group of experienced managers in the conference room immediately whispered to each other.

"Just her, the eldest daughter of the chairman."

"It wasn't Vice President Wang's."

"She has never been to the company. She has such a low sense of presence. Why does she suddenly want to work in the company?"

"I'm still the design director, and I don't even have full hair. Where does the courage come from?"

Jing Wanwan raised her eyebrows, pushed Jing Zhenbo who was in the way, and walked into the meeting room.

Facing everyone's unfriendly eyes, he smiled slowly, "Stop whispering, everyone, and just ask me if you have any questions."

Wang Feifei frowned, thinking that her daughter had gone to look for Jing Wanwan, but she didn't come back, so she asked worriedly, "Where is Xinmeng?"

Jing Wanwan blinked her right eye at Wang Feifei, "Oh, your daughter may be busy crying right now, stepmother hasten to check on her."

Wang Feifei has always spoiled her daughter, so she rushed out immediately.

Yan Tingjue immediately turned sideways, and waited for her to run past, waving the air around him with disgust.

Jing Zhenbo saw his movements, the corners of his mouth twitched, his expression changed, he was very angry, but he didn't dare to fart.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Tingjue put his hands in his pockets, stood up straight, and looked down at Jing Zhenbo, who was a dozen centimeters shorter than him, with a bit of disdain.

"No, I..." Jing Zhenbo was indescribably flustered, this man looked like he would go crazy and beat him the next moment.

He was a little scared.

Back away silently.

Jing Wanwan saw Jing Zhenbo's reaction and sneered.