Quick Transmigration: The female supporting role counterattacks, and the heroine quickly makes way

Chapter 155 Mysterious Husband, Too Damn 9
Lin Weiwei froze for a while, said nothing, but packed up the house.

After breakfast, she went to work in the company.

As soon as she sat down, before she could turn on the computer, she heard rude commands in her ears.

"Mo Tongying, pour me a cup of coffee, thank you!"

"Tong Ying, I want it too!"

"I want it too, but Tong Ying, I want lots of milk and sugar."

……

Lin Weiwei looked at each and every one of them as if she were a back-office waiter, giving orders without politeness.

As soon as I finished talking here, someone came over and ordered, "Tong Ying, after you pour the coffee for everyone, please help me make a photocopy of these."

"Wait a minute, make a photocopy for me by the way, and classify the types!"

……

Lin Weiwei sat quietly, waiting patiently for them to finish their orders one by one.

"Tong Ying, why are you in a daze, why don't you hurry up, everyone is in a hurry." The girl sitting next to her urged, a little unhappy.

Lin Weiwei responded with a gentle face: "Since you are in a hurry, then go to the coffee and make copies by yourself."

"You..." The girl sitting next to her choked on her words, her face darkened, and she reproached unhappily: "Hey, what kind of attitude is this? As a newcomer, you dare to talk to your seniors like this. Young people today are really... They are becoming more and more arrogant, unlike when we first entered the workplace and were so respectful to our seniors. If our seniors asked us to go east, we would never dare to go west; if our seniors asked us to work, we would never dare to say no!"

"Who says it's not the case? People say that people born in the [-]s are very arrogant, and it seems that is true. They don't take us seniors seriously at all."

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about? Since they don't want to help us, we'd better support ourselves."

……

One by one echoed in a strange way, obviously talking about her.And Lin Weiwei didn't seem to hear it, and was busy with her work indifferently.

Throughout the morning, everyone was very dissatisfied with Lin Weiwei. Whenever there was a chance, they would openly and covertly ridicule her.

Forbearance, Lin Weiwei didn't bother with them.But they went too far. After getting off work, sister Lin, the supervisor, held a meeting.

"Who did this? Such low-level mistakes are made all the time." Sister Lin was so angry that she slammed the manuscript in her hand on the conference table.

Everyone looked over curiously, and suddenly found that those manuscripts turned out to be unfinished designs.One by one, you look at me and I look at you, pretending to be innocent, cleverly playing yourself as an innocent person.

Sister Lin waited for 2 minutes. Seeing that no one came forward to admit it, she continued to ask: "No one admitted it, right? Okay, then I will ask them one by one."

Hearing what she said, someone immediately felt guilty, stood up and admitted, "Sister Lin, it's mine."

Immediately, everyone gave him sympathetic looks, and at this moment, this person suddenly said: "Sister Lin, you can't blame me, it's Mo Tongying's fault, she took the wrong manuscript."

Lin Weiwei originally planned to watch a good show, but she didn't expect to be involved in it. All the cells in her body suddenly woke up, and she was on guard.

Sure enough, Sister Lin met her gaze, and with a sullen face, reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Mo Tongying, what's the matter with you, you have made such low-level mistakes, what else can you do?"

Lin Weiwei stood up slowly, with a calm expression, without any fear or self-blame, but calmly met Sister Lin's gaze, and replied calmly: "Sister Lin, whose job is this?"

"Of course it's Amei's. She just admitted it herself." Sister Lin frowned displeased, obviously contemptuous of her asking such a question.

Lin Weiwei nodded in agreement, "Since it belongs to Amei and she said I took it by mistake, let her take out the finished manuscript."

As soon as these words came out, Amei showed a flustered expression, her eyes dodged uncertainly, and she countered with a guilty conscience: "Mo Tongying, what do you mean? Are you questioning that I don't have a finished manuscript?"

(End of this chapter)