President Gao Leng's little wife

The company colleagues who were watching were even chattering.

The more they talked, the more excited they became.

In their mouth, Xia Yuluo was already a heinous slut who could do her best by herself, with two feet on her feet.

Xia Yuluo only felt that there were countless flies 'buzzing' in her ears, making her dizzy.

In an instant, she became the object of everyone's teasing and cynicism.

Xia Yuluo looked at the female screenwriter coldly.

She took a deep breath.

"Are you so sure?"

"Without factual evidence, it is false accusation."

"Don't you think you haven't lost enough face?"

Her tone was cold, and she didn't emphasize sharply, but it made people feel pressure for no reason.

She vigorously shook off the female screenwriter's grip on her wrist.

The female screenwriter was caught off guard and was almost pushed down by her.

She stared at Xia Yuluo in disbelief, she didn't expect that she would dare to resist and mock her.

"Evidence? Isn't what is in front of you evidence!"

"I think you are guilty of tearing up the photos!"

Her tone was quite disdainful.

Looking at Xia Yuluo's expressionless face, she became more and more sure that she must be timid.

She seemed to have caught Xia Yuluo's handle, and she was smug.

Xia Yuluo tore down the photo.

But as soon as the photo arrived, the female screenwriter snatched it back.

She held it firmly in the palm of her hand and said loudly:
"Look, everyone, someone is guilty and wants to tear up the evidence!"

As she spoke, she tiptoed and waved the photo in her hand.

Like proving she wasn't lying.

She flaunted the photo and posted it back to the bulletin board.

In order to convince the audience around her, the female screenwriter even swore to God.

"If I forge photos to frame her, I will be struck by lightning and die!"

Xia Yuluo was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect her to make such a poisonous oath.

Of course she knew that these photos were beyond the skill of the female screenwriter.

It must have been the work of her stepsister.

The female screenwriter is full of ambition.

She watched Xia Yuluo's joke.

She stuck the photo firmly, for fear that it would fall off and others would not see it.

"Are you free?"

The sudden questioning made the female screenwriter startled.

But just for a moment, when she wanted to refute, she heard Xia Yuluo speak calmly and steadily.

"Is there nothing to do at work? Holding on to these unnecessary things?"

"This kind of composite photo can also make you excited like a chicken blood?"

The female screenwriter was so angry that she trembled all over and paused for two seconds.

She looked at Xia Yuluo's red eyes as if they were about to bleed, and retorted:
"I just posted a few photos, why are you guilty?"

"If you haven't done it before, and you are not afraid of the shadow slanting when you are upright, then let the photo be posted here and don't tear it up!"

Xia Yuluo's momentum was not in vain, she looked at the flamboyant female screenwriter.

She was about to speak, but her voice was covered by the roar of the engine outside the door.

I saw a luxurious sports car parked at the door of the company.

The next moment, I saw an overbearing and delicate girl getting off the Porsche.

A pretty face, with skin as fine as snow, delicate and exquisite.

The long and fine black hair was slightly curled and slanted down, looking a little languid and playful.

Her whole body is covered with famous brands, and they are limited edition ones, which makes people speechless.

The sun blurred and poured on her body, turning into a blurred brilliance, shining dazzlingly.

Everyone immediately forgot to discuss.

The woman walked in lightly.

Her gaze suddenly brightened when she met Xia Yuluo.

She called out sweetly.

"Rainfall—"