Chatper 236 (1/2)

Song Weiyi hadn't had time to find a chance to show Wang Design's color, when Wang Design came in with a pale face and precariously.

After that, he returned to his seat to pack his things without saying a word.

what's going on?

Song Weiyi was dumbfounded, and after packing up, Wang Design's eyes met Song Weiyi inadvertently.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she looked back at what she had done these days, apart from shutting Song Weiyi out of the bathroom, she did not do anything unusual again.

Could it be that the eyes in the president's mouth did not grow well, referring to Song Weiyi.

The more Wang Design thought about it, the more ugly his face became, and the more terrified he became.

What is the identity of Song Weiyi? The body designed by Wang became more and more precarious.

Her lips kept trembling, she pointed at Song Weiyi, and asked in a low voice: "Song Weiwei, what is your identity?"

Even if she dies, let her die to understand, right?

Song Weiyi blinked, and asked her what she was doing with such a question politely. "What is my identity, you still don't know?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes directly back to his computer, so he didn't like to talk to this old woman.

"Are you some kind of relative of the president?" Wang Design was not reconciled, and broke the casserole to ask the end.

These words, like bees, buzzed into my ears.

Song Weiwei turned his head, looked at the other party with a smile on his face, and said solemnly: "No, you are wrong, I am not the president's relative, I am the president's wife."

Mrs. President? Just such a small intern?

Wang Design sneered as if hearing a joke, and laughed out loud.

"Song Weiwei, I think you have a brain twitch, and you are the wife of the president."

"You don't believe it?" Song Weiyi pouted, but she was telling the truth.

"Hmph, I know best about you female college students. You are greedy for vanity and self-righteousness. Don't you just rely on your own beauty to make those rich people fall in love with you? Song Weiyi, don't be so naive. Your people are just playing with you."

He was about to leave, and Wang Design had nothing to worry about.

It just so happened that it was noon at the moment, and everyone in the design department had gone to eat, and these words were thrown out even more happily.

It's true that dogs can't spit out ivory, Song Weiyi thought with a tense pretty face.

"Really? Wang Design, you reminded me today, but I also want to tell you that I am young and beautiful, and people will like it. Just like Wang Design, I still think about it every day when I am old and vicious. I'm afraid I don't want to give it to others."

After Song Weiyi finished speaking, Wang Design's face darkened immediately, and he almost rushed towards Song Weiyi with his teeth and claws bared.

"Song Weiyi, I tore your mouth!"

"Are you angry? You locked me in the bathroom, I haven't settled with you yet. Wang Design, you just let the horse come over and see if you tear my mouth or I beat you to the ground."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I used to be a candidate for the National Martial Arts Competition, as designed by Wang, there is no problem for me to fight three or five, do you want to try?"

Song Weiyi stood up, stroked his fist, and asked with a smile.

"Don't...don't think I'll be scared if you say that."

"Well, how about we compete?" Song Weiyi leaned over, almost scaring Wang Design to death.

At the door, the corners of Pei Yibai's eyes twitched as he watched the farce.