What kind of girl?
Calvin Lu’s mind was filled with the beautiful, white, small face of Rosiley, a girl that made his heart race.
“Calvin?” Lin Xuezhi shouted when she saw that her son was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.
Hearing the voice, Calvin Lu regained consciousness and steadied his mind when he met his mother’s suspicious eyes, then returned with a lighthearted, “Just an ordinary girl.”
“An ordinary girl, how is that worthy of Sachin?” Lin Xuezhi deliberately bit the word “ordinary” extremely hard, she turned around to see Lu Dingbang’s entire face darkened, the corners of her lips curved up in a seemingly insubstantial curve.
“Call him and tell him to return to the capital!” Lu Dingbang said, his voice as cold as if he was suppressing something.
Lin Xuezhi nodded, “Okay, I’ll call Sachin.”
She then looked at Calvin Lu, a hint of smugness floating in her eyes.
Calvin raised his eyebrows, it seemed that his mother was going to deal with big brother again.
Yayoi finally returned to work after her parents returned home safely after taking some time off.
Because she had been on leave for such a long time, a lot of the work was done for her by Rosiley, so she, who was back at work, and Rosiley had a whole lot of work to hand over.
Looking at the dense text numbers on the computer, Yayoi felt her brain ache, she simply lay down on the table and said sadly, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have come back to work.”
Rosiley, who was sitting beside her, heard this and couldn’t help but laugh out lightly, ridiculing, “What? Is that what you mean by wanting to marry Murphy?”
“What?” Yayoi stared up at her with feigned dissatisfaction, “What are you talking about?”
The smile on Rosiley’s lips was even deeper, “Didn’t you give Murphy a hint the other day at your house?”
“Did I?” Yayoi raised her eyebrows and looked completely bewildered.
Rosiley knew that she was pretending, and picked up a pen and tapped it on her head in a bad mood, “You know best if there’s any. If you don’t want to work, I’ll go tell Morphy that you want him to raise.”
Yayoi heard anxiously, “Don’t, you can’t go and say that to him. I’m going to be an independent woman.”
“Yes, yes, Yayoi want to be an independent woman. Then, independent woman, please hurry up and finish your work with me.”
As soon as she heard the word “work”, Yayoi slumped her shoulders in frustration and looked at the computer screen in despair, “If I had known it would be so troublesome, I shouldn’t have taken a leave of absence.”
Rosiley smiled and didn’t go on with this topic, or else if it went on, she didn’t know when these jobs would be handed over.
Nearing noon, the two of them had handed over nearly half of their work, Rosiley proposed to take a break first, wait for lunch, and then continue in the afternoon.
Yayoi stood up and moved her sore neck, then sat down again, opened the webpage.
Seeing this, Rosiley’s thin eyebrows were raised, “You’re not addicted to some drama again, are you?”
“It’s a very nice Korean drama this time.” Yayoi said without looking up as her hands flew around typing on the keyboard.
A Korean drama? She was not interested in and walking back to her seat to sit down.
And just as Yayoi had just clicked on the drama to watch, a sharp voice suddenly rang out from the quiet office.
“Yayoi, you come out here!”
Yayoi frowned, turned her head, and followed the sound, her pupils dilating sharply when she saw the figure standing at the entrance to the office.
How did Yang Qianqian come here?
Everyone in the office looked up at the woman who had suddenly arrived, and someone recognized her, “Isn’t this Yang Qianqian from Yang’s?”
Rosiley stood up and looked at Yang Qianqian, what was this woman doing here?
In order to avoid what would happen to Yayoi, Rosiley sent a message to Morphy: Come down to the media department, Yayoi is in danger.
After sending the message, she walked to Yayoi’s side and whispered, “Be careful.”
Yayoi nodded, then stood up and walked with Rosiley towards Yang Qianqian.
They stopped a few steps away from Yang Qianqian’s position.
Yayoi coldly glared at the unkind-looking Yang Qianqian and asked in a cold voice, “Yang Qianqian, what are you doing here?”
“Do what?” Yang Qianqian laughed coldly, then her eyes floated with biting hatred, her lips curled up in a wry smile, “I’ll rip you a b*tch.”
As soon as her voice fell, she pulled something out of her bag without knowing what it was and raised her hand to splash at Yayoi.
“Yayoi, watch out!”
Rosiley cried out in alarm, subconsciously going forward to block with her back what Yang Qianqian splashed over.
Originally thought it would be sulfuric acid or something corrosive, the moment it was splashed on her back, Rosiley’s heart sank abruptly.
But it wasn’t as painful as expected, Rosiley frowned, looking sideways at what Yang Qianqian was holding, her eyebrows raised, sh*t, it was just a paint can.
She couldn’t help but be relieved, it really was the news that she had watched too much and was scared.
Yang Qianqian was so shocked when she saw that the paint didn’t hit Yayoi. Her face changed suddenly, and she threw away the paint can in her hand, and pulled Rosiley away.
Rosiley was unprepared for the pull, her whole body stumbled backwards, her back suddenly hit the printer’s edge, the sudden pain came to make her almost burst into tears.
Ignoring the pain in her back, she rushed forward to pull the women who were already wrestling with each other.
“b*tch, let you seduce Yichen, I’m going to beat you up today until your parents can’t even recognize you.” Yang Qianqian’s strength was so great that she pulled Yayoi’s hair tightly.
In comparison, Yayoi was much weaker, raising her hand to pull away from her tugging at her hair, but she was too strong to pull, and could only bear the pain in her scalp, tears spilling out of her eyes.
The surrounding co-workers all looked stuned, completely forgot to go up to help Yayoi.
In the end, it was Rosiley who shouted, “What are you still looking at, help me separate them.”
Only then did the others make a move, and with the help of a few people, they were finally able to separate the hysterical Yang Qianqian.
“b*tch, b*tch,” Yang Qianqian who was being driven by two people kept cursing and her feet kept trying to kick Yayoi.
Yayoi was in a mess, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and there were a few scratches on her fair cheeks that were oozing blood.
“Does it matter?” Rosiley asked with concern as she smoothed her hair.
“I’m fine.” Yayoi weakly tugged, clearly still not out of the panic she had just felt.
“What’s this?”
Along with a low questioning voice, Morphy’s figure appeared at the entrance of the media department.