Tsundere Three Treasures: Daddy, the President, is spoiled

Tian Xin'er didn't expect Lin Qian to be so barbaric, she screamed.

"Ah! Hit someone, hit someone."

Lin Qian was not a famous lady in the first place. She used to be more savage. As long as she was uncomfortable, she could immediately draw a gun and kill anyone.

She has restrained herself in recent years. After all, she wants to live a normal life and doesn't want to be stained with blood.

This girl dared to contradict her like this, she was looking for death.

"This is my territory, if you call me again, I will kill you, smash you up, and throw you into the sewer."

"You...you dare."

Then there was another ghostly cry, "Ah...it hurts..."

One of her hands had been broken off, and Nan Xin'er felt Lin Qian's anger and her temper.

If she continued to provoke her, she would probably kill her.

At this time, in order to protect herself, she could only gently beg for mercy.

"Designer Lin, I dare not, I dare not."

Seeing that she was finally being honest, Lin Qian let go of her hand and stood up straight.

"Get out, and don't let me see you again."

When Lin Qian saw that she looked so much like him, she was a little annoyed, and she was even more annoyed by prodding her everywhere.

Anyway, she didn't want to see this woman again, let her go as far as she could.

The girl at the front desk was terrified. She always thought that Qianjie was very gentle, but she didn't expect to have such a side.

Speaking of which, she was quite afraid of him.

She wanted to help Tian Xin'er, Lin Qian said coldly.

"Don't help, let her get up by herself."

Lin Qian was originally in a good mood, but after being stimulated by her like this, he was in a bad mood, so he put all his heart on her, and let her remember that she, Lin Qian, was not something she could bully.

Tian Xin'er stood up with difficulty, she looked at Lin Qian with a trace of hatred in her eyes.

Lin Qian can read her eyes, doesn't it mean that she won't just pass by, she wants to take revenge.

Lin Qian clasped his hands on his chest, "If you want to call the police, you can report it casually, but the monitoring here is impossible for you. My people will not testify for you."

Tian Xin'er supported her right hand, she had to go to the hospital, after hearing her words, her complexion became even worse.

what you want to say?But I didn't dare, for fear that she would hit her again, so she dragged her hands and walked out quickly.

At this time, all the employees of her studio had arrived, and looking at the scene, they all made way for her.

She glanced at them lightly, "Go to work."

Then everyone returned to their posts, the girl at the front desk whispered.

"Sister Qian, will she sue us?"

Lin Qian chuckled, "Don't be afraid, she doesn't dare."

There was a trace of admiration in the eyes of the girl at the front desk, and she felt that she was really cool, she was simply her goddess.

Lin Qian went back to her office and was busy all day. When she was about to get off work, she received a message from Chen Cheng.

[Sister, can I treat you to dinner? 】

Lin Qian replied after reading the message.

【I invite you. 】

【good!Where are you?I will pick you up. 】

Lin Qian felt that the boy was too enthusiastic, so he gave him an address.

About 10 minutes later, Chen Cheng's message came in.

"Sister, I'm here."

Lin Qiancai packed her things, left the company, and left the building. From a distance, she saw Chen Cheng riding an electric car waiting at the gate of Daxia.

Lin Qian walked towards him, "You came from school?"

Chen Cheng shook his head, "I'm in my senior year, I'm an intern, and I just got off work, so I'm nearby."

Lin Qian hummed, then glanced behind him.

Chen Cheng handed her another pink helmet, she put it on and sat behind him.

Chen Cheng glanced at the building she came out of, "What do you do?"

Lin Qian said lightly: "Clothes!"

Chen Cheng started the electric car and led her to the side of the road.

"Do you sell clothes?"

Lin Qian was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say?I didn't want to put pressure on him, so I replied to him.

"Correct!"

"live streaming?"

If you sell clothes in a building, it must be a live broadcast.