black swan girlfriend

At half past ten, the breakfast stall on Gongye Road in Nanshi City was still steaming.

Wen Mingli opened the curtains, and the sunlight instantly covered the whole room. She got used to it for a while before she started to pack the clothes to dry on the balcony.

Wen Mingli didn't sleep well last night. Wen Mingli was a little sleepy, and her face in the mirror looked haggard. She was about to brush her teeth and suddenly pulled off her collar in front of the mirror. There was an obvious tooth mark on her neck. famous.

She touched it lightly, and her fingers were stained with water, and there was a tingling pain.

Wen Mingli hissed and frowned.

A girl who was also unkempt and unkempt pushed open the door knocker of the bathroom and hugged her waist. Shang Jing kissed the back of her neck, buried her face in her hair and sniffed deeply.

She said vaguely, "Sister..."

The hand had already lifted the corner of the pajamas and stretched in, Wen Mingli, whose palm was burning hot, hid for a while.

She pushed her away and said, "Go away."

Shang Jing's face turned cold, she complained, "You kicked me yesterday."

"You are leaving today and you are not allowed to kiss you?"

Shang Jing bit her shoulder and was about to take her to the bed, but Wen Mingli struggled a bit and couldn't get away, she said irritably, "Shang Jing!"

"I don't want to, do you understand?"

The toothbrush was no longer usable when it touched the countertop of the sink, Wen Mingli threw it into the trash can, and she pushed Shang Jing away to go to the cloakroom to pack her luggage.

Shang Jing followed her step by step, watching her pile the clothes into the suitcase with dim eyes.

Shang Jing pursed her lips and said, "You ignored me again."

Wen Mingli's hand to pack things slowed down, but he still didn't look up at her.

Being with Shang Jing was just an accident.

Shang Jing is the daughter of Wen Mingli's client. Their company has a new oil painting by a cutting-edge artist. This person has won many awards in the world and has a high style. Sometimes, even if the art exhibition is held half a year in advance, the painting may not be able to be borrowed. I don't know. Two months ago, what kind of wind was going to sell a pair.

The auction house moved upon hearing the news, and the boss counted it over and over with his fingers, wondering which rich man would be able to swallow it.

Shang Jing's mother, Qi Yue'e, was a big fan of art, and Wen Mingli flew back to China to visit her.

She made an appointment that day. She handed in a copy of the document at the secretariat. An Anxin held her teacup and waited. She thought she would have to sit on the bench for a few more days, but she didn't expect the secretary to take her into the office in less than half an hour.

It's just that the client's daughter was there, and there were still broken glasses on the ground. Wen Mingli saw a Jade Rabbit paperweight also fell to pieces, Mr. Qi took a deep breath, and turned his head to the secretary with a demeanor, "Why did you let the customer in? "

Said to Wen Mingli, "Xiao Wen sit down for a while."

The secretary lowered his head to pack his things, and Wen Mingli wanted to withdraw, so he heard Mr. Qi say, "When will the shooting of Chen Zitao's painting start?"

Wen Mingli: "Go through the internal process first. If the price is satisfactory, he is willing to contact you in advance." But instead of going through the auction house, they act as intermediaries and charge a commission.

It was only after Wen Mingli joined the business that he realized that the auction house prefers to act as an intermediary compared to the mighty auction scenes in TV dramas. Taking their boss as an example, Galileo Auction House has two types of auction qualifications, one is for artworks, and the other is for auctions. gemstone jewelry.

According to the grade of the auction item, the higher the grade, the higher the tax.

The U.S. tax department is famous all over the world, and the boss has no relationship to climb up for the time being, so he can only "reasonably avoid taxes."

Their company is getting more and more biased, relying solely on the boss's contacts as an intermediary.

But the income is considerable, and the employees are dedicated.

"If Mr. Qi is interested, I will send the invitation later." Wen Mingli said.

Mr. Qi rubbed his temples, his face was full of exhaustion, she thought about it, "Shang Jing, run for me, and we'll talk about your business later."

I don't know if it was Wen Mingli's illusion, but the moment Mr. Qi finished speaking, the atmosphere in the office became tense.

The beautiful girl who had been serving as the background board broke the silence with a hum. Before leaving, she kicked the piece of glass at her feet, lowered her head and said to the secretary, "Sister Liu, call auntie to come in. Don't scratch your hands with this sharp point."

While waiting for the elevator, Wen Mingli thought, the rich second generations all over the world seem to have the same virtue, and their boss’s son also goes there with a playful smile all day long and asks his father for money and a car to hold a party. The boss Andre can’t wait to slap him to death , but at the end of the day, there is no shortage of one that should be given, and the check is always signed a little more, for fear that the bastard son will not be enough to spend after having fun.

Boss Qi's daughter is indifferent even when she wants money, can't she even act like a baby?

As a result, when we got to the lobby downstairs, we saw Shang Jing waving the car keys and saying, "My car has an air leak, take me home."

——The rich second generation seems to understand status suppression naturally.

Wen Mingli was very self-conscious, knowing that she was asked to do something, so he naturally agreed, but he was vaccinated in advance, "I just came to Nanshi, and the rented car is not very good."

A second-hand Passat, she originally wanted to rent a Wrangler, but it was too expensive to keep.

Sure enough, Shang Jing frowned when she saw the car, her eyes kept scanning Wen Mingli, as if to say, "You just let me sit in this?"

The rich lady probably has never been wronged like this. Wen Mingli looked funny, but didn't dare to show it, and suggested, "How about I call you a taxi?"

It is rare for Shang Jing to say, "Do you think this is in the United States? How can there be a rental here?"

After finishing speaking, he reluctantly sat in the co-pilot, and his eyes signaled Wen Mingli to drive quickly.

The secretary was very thoughtful, and copied Wen Mingli's email with the second generation of Shang's contact information that night, and specifically explained, "Miss Shang has a bad temper and sometimes acts aggressively, please contact us as soon as possible. The secretariat is on duty 24 hours a day, contact number: XXXXX.”

It's really like the professional team hired by their boss to wipe their son's ass.

Wen Ming wanted to think of his colleague's sunken eye sockets, and expressed deep sympathy for the secretary, and since then he has been working hard to serve the lady.

Shang Jing has been quite irritable these two days. Seeing that Wen Mingli didn't respond to her showing weakness, and pushed her directly against the wall, Wen Mingli kowtowed on the head before he could make a sound, and mist appeared in his painful eyes.

Shang Jing carefully touched the place where she had bitten her lips last night, she almost sighed looking at the woman's soft jaw line, beautiful shoulder and neck curve, she said, "Are you impatient when I just signed the contract? I can spend millions of dollars to listen to it, and I can spend more money to start your crappy company, don't think I don't know what your idea is."

She inspected the woman's cheeks, staring at her lowered her eyes, took the opportunity to bite Wen Mingli's upper lip hard, and licked the lips with the tip of her tongue erotically, her lover's lips were as fresh as cherries, and a suppressed cry of pain came from her ear , Shang Jing felt strangely relieved, she let out a muffled laugh, touched the waist of the man in her arms, "Stay for another week, and then I will go with you."

Don't even think about living with her!

Wen Mingli and the others walked out of the house, and immediately changed clothes, her plane ticket at three o'clock in the afternoon.

She lied to Shang Jing that it was nine o'clock in the evening.

Shang Jing is still a junior at the University of Social Sciences, she doesn't have many classes, but this afternoon happened to be two big classes!

That professor wants to collect his cell phone!

She loves this kind of responsible teacher so much.

Wen Mingli had figured out Shang Jing's class time when they first started dating.

Didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

Wen Mingli went out to play two days ago and deliberately exchanged a lot of cash with US dollars. Except for her ID card, passport, and a backpack of clothes, she kept everything else in the bedroom.

The bank card was broken and thrown into the garbage bag, the mobile phone was cleaned and turned off, and put in the suitcase. Before going out, she pressed the bear that Shang Jing gave her under the pillow. She always thought that the bear's eyes were pinhole cameras, but the instrument couldn't detect them. Now it is Shang Jing found out that she would definitely not be able to catch up with her!

Wen Mingli deliberately walked from the underground garage. There is not much surveillance here. Shang Jing complained about the security before and asked Wen Mingli to move to her apartment. She has not moved until now because of today.

There is a Cai O post station at the back door of the community. There are few people coming at this time. The little brother was lucky enough to lift the suitcase and weigh it. He was surprised, "Why is it so light?"

Wen Mingli smiled, "It doesn't contain much."

When I checked out, I saw Wen Mingli took out a red ticket, and my little brother still had a headache. When he ran to the next door to change the change and came back, the beauty had disappeared.

Wen Mingli took a taxi to the nearest mobile phone shop to buy a mobile phone, and at the recommendation of the shop owner, he applied for a card.

As a result, when he arrived at the business hall, Wen Mingli touched his pocket pretentiously, and asked in confusion, "Where's my ID card?"

She pretended to be anxious and opened the backpack to find it. The owner of the shop naturally helped her. Seeing that she was about to cry, she suggested, "When was the last time you used it?"

Wen Mingli sobbed, "I still paid for it just now."

The shop owner dragged her to search all the way, and finally mobilized the shop staff to search for it for about ten minutes, but there was no sign of the ID card. Hearing the shop owner's reply, Wen Mingli sighed, "If my mother knows, she will scold me to death."

Shopkeeper: "No, how could it be?"

Wen Mingli: "You don't know my mother, she is a person who can scold me for a long time when I throw a pen when I was in school."

The shopkeeper recalled that his old mother had sympathy for her.

I heard the customer say, "I can't buy this mobile phone. If I lose my ID card and buy another mobile phone, she can kill me."

The shopkeeper suddenly raised her head. She can smoke hundreds of dollars on this mobile phone. She said, "This..."

Five minutes later, Wen Mingli smiled while holding the phone card issued by the owner's ID card, "You are a good person, I will remember you."

Wen Mingli walked two random ways, then stopped to take a taxi, and urged the master to step on the gas all the way, and when she finally entered the gate with her boarding pass, she couldn't believe how easy it was!

When the stewardess delivered the meal, a handsome blond guy came by next to her. The handsome blond guy said, "Are you going to work in Los Angeles?"

Wen Mingli said, "I just finished a difficult project here and am planning to take a vacation."

The handsome blond guy wanted to flirt with his sister, but when he heard this, he suddenly felt that their souls were resonating!He nodded in response, and complained, "The pace here is really too fast. If you keep doing it, you won't be able to keep your hair. I think the trash on the streets of Los Angeles."

At this time, the stewardess came to deliver the meal, and Wen Mingli said in fluent English, "No wheat flour."

Blonde handsome guy: "Are you ABC?"

Wen Mingli said, "It doesn't count, but you can speak English. Also, don't let your arms cross the line. I still like handsome guys with green eyes. Blue eyes are too common."