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At midnight, it is a carnival for young people.

The street is full of traffic and traffic.In the brightly lit bar, young men and women are dancing their postures.

Facing the soft leather sofa in the center of the dance floor, a young man leaned on the back of the sofa, and on the left and right were two beauties in cool clothes and heavy makeup.

Seeing that the wine glass in front of the man was empty, the beauty on the left poured another glass for him, "Mr. Ren, pour you another glass."

Ren Jiaqi touched the beauty's waist, smiled and praised, "You're still good."

As soon as the beauty on the right heard it, she leaned into his arms with a jealous look, and said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Ren, are you not being good?"

Ren Jiaqi's hand wandered on her back, and said frivolously, "You are good too."

When the beauty heard this, she immediately nestled in his arms and trembled with laughter.

Ren Jiaqi took a sip from his wine glass and squinted at the woman walking towards him not far away.

He said to the two beauties, "My friend is here, you go to play elsewhere first."

The beautiful woman on the right said dissatisfiedly in his arms, "Which friend is it, Mr. Ren is so eager to drive us away."

Ren Jiaqi stared at her, narrowing his eyes slightly.

As soon as the beauty saw it, she immediately understood and got up and left.

Ren Jiaqi looked at the woman walking in front of him with great interest. This woman was different from the past. He had worn away her arrogance and young lady's temper. Standing in front of him like this, he couldn't even mention it. Get a little interested.

"What do you want from me?" Duanmu Ling stood beside him and asked condescendingly.

"Lingling." Ren Jiaqi looked up at her while playing with the wine glass in his hand, "I don't think you have the right to talk to me like that right now."

Duanmu Ling suppressed her displeasure, and sat down in front of him, "Which hotel? What time?"

In front of him, Duanmu Ling had long since lost her original dignity.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Ren Jiaqi has been using the original video to threaten her to go into the hotel with him again and again, but she is powerless to refuse and can only endure the humiliation again and again.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ren Jiaqi sized her up. She was no longer the proud lady she was back then, but now she was just a doll at his mercy, and he didn't even have the slightest desire to have sex with her.

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Ren Jiaqi pointed at her with an index finger, and then at the dancing girls on the opposite dance floor, "You are not as exciting to me now as they are."

When he looked at her face, he couldn't see the original delicacy for a long time, and it really became boring when he was tired of eating.

Duanmu Ling stared at him with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Then can you let me go? Delete the video, and we will clean up from now on."

"Farewell, Lingling." Ren Jiaqi showed a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, "At least we had a better time at the beginning, so are you so eager to get rid of me?"

Duanmu Ling clenched her hands into fists and said angrily, "Then what else do you want?"

"I want you to do something for me." Ren Jiaqi leaned on the back of the sofa, looking at the brown liquid in the wine glass, "I heard that An Xiaoyue and Gong Yumo divorced? Is this true? "

"That's right." Duanmu Ling sneered, "That bitch An Xiaoyue was kicked out by the Gong family."

When mentioning An Xiaoyue, she was filled with hatred.

If it weren't for An Xiaoyue, she wouldn't be living like this, being played and applauded by a stinky man like Ren Jiaqi, which made her have no dignity at all.

If it weren't for An Xiaoyue, she wouldn't be in the current situation.

Now that An Xiaoyue has been kicked out, this is a great joy.

She can't wait for her to go to the eighteenth floor of hell!
Ren Jiaqi frowned, "Help me ask her out, and I will teach you how to do it."

This woman, An Xiaoyue, was once extremely arrogant. He was very interested in her. He really wanted to see what President Mo's woman would look like in bed.

"What do you want to do?" Duanmu Ling asked.

Ren Jiaqi leaned forward, approached her and whispered, "Lingling, I know you hate An Xiaoyue too, as long as you help me ask her out, the result will satisfy you."

Although Duanmu Ling was full of disgust for Ren Jiaqi, but thinking that if she helped Ren Jiaqi, maybe An Xiaoyue would also realize what life is like death.

She really wants to see her taste the taste of being abused, as long as she can pay the price, she is willing to do anything!

"Okay, I'll help you." Duanmu Ling tried to negotiate with him, "If I help you with this, return my video to me."

Ren Jiaqi smiled evilly, "As long as you let me get what I want, this video is nothing, I will delete it immediately, and no one in the world can see it again."

Hearing this, Duanmu Ling also smiled slowly, "Okay."

In a bright and spacious office building.

There are several large characters written on the background wall of the company's entrance: Jiayi Interior Design Company.

An Xiaoyue has joined the job as an intern designer, which is great news for her.

She didn't expect that she could really find a job, and the manager, Mr. Chen, seemed to be satisfied with her school resume, even though she had no work experience.

It just so happened that the company received an order for a model room. The order was not too big, and the solution required by the customer was not too difficult, so Mr. Chen handed over the business to He Jia, an old employee of the company, and specially assigned An Xiaoyue to work with her Finish.

He Jia is one of the company's outstanding designers. He has worked in Jiayi Company for five years. He looks 30 years old and has big black curly hair. He looks capable in doing things.

An Xiaoyue's seat was arranged opposite He Jia. She watched He Jia concentrate on drawing, so she asked cautiously, "Sister Jia, what should I do?"

Without looking up, He Jia said, "Go downstairs and buy me a cup of coffee."

"Oh, good." An Xiaoyue stood up, ready to go out.

At this time, other colleagues also shouted, "Xiaoyue, please bring me a cup of coffee too."

"I want a curry fish ball, thank you."

"Buy me a cup of yogurt, thank you."

"I want it too, I want it too, I want the milk tea from the shop across the street, please Xiaoyue buy it for me."

An Xiaoyue was afraid that she would not be able to remember, so she quickly took the post-it notes and memorized them one by one, and then went out.

He Jia raised his head from the design drawing, glanced at the back of her going out, and frowned.

For a small designer who didn't even have a job at all, Mr. Chen actually asked her to take her to pick up the business. It's really funny!
In her opinion, only this kind of errand business is the most suitable for her!
An Xiaoyue ran from across the street to the corner, and then back to the main street from the corner. After a lot of effort, she finally bought everything her colleagues wanted.

Just as she was about to board the elevator with her full bags in both hands, her cell phone rang suddenly.

She stood at the elevator entrance, put something on the ground against the wall with one hand, and picked up the phone with the other.

The caller ID is, mother-in-law.

Her heart froze for a few seconds.

I thought I was so busy these days that I didn't have time to think about other things in my mind. When I saw these two words, it seemed to evoke certain images again.

She pressed the phone to answer, and when she hesitated for a few seconds how to address the other party, she thought about it and shouted, "Mom"

"Xiaoyue, can mom see you?"