Chapter 1612 (1/2)

It took me five minutes to see the business development plan given by Nan Huaijin.

Sure enough, he is the little prince of Wall Street. His plan is clear and clear, and very directional.

Compared with me, Jiang Su Su's meal is worth a week.

Before I went home, I went to Chuanchuan shop to have a bunch of Chuanchuan. In the evening, I ordered caviar and foie gras. It was delicious, but it didn't occupy my stomach. Eating it was the same as not eating it.

If she lives like this, I'd rather stab her to death.

At 8:30 after dinner, the driver took her home to finish the half day trip.

My suggestion for this kind of people is to send them directly to places like Ethiopia where they can't eat enough all the year round, so as to ensure that even anorexia can be cured.

Some women don't eat people's fireworks. They are full of two mouthfuls of a plate of food.

Her friends are all exquisite dummies, and I sit behind her. They have four women in total, and they don't order as much as I do alone. There are still more than half of them.

She goes to galleries, florists, bookstores, or French restaurants to get together with her friends.

I followed her all afternoon for an evening.

General fake, fake, no sense of life.

After leaving the gallery, she went to the florist to buy flowers. She bought them for half a day. Then she came out of the florist with a big bunch of flowers. The sun was setting. The orange sun was shining on her white loose fur coat and light purple floral skirt, which was like an oil painting.

After watching a broken picture for two hours, I yawned and drank three cups of coffee. She finally left.

I know nothing but cangjingkong.

Jiang Su Su stood and listened to the praise with a smile. I watched for a long time, but I didn't see anything.

I heard several critics and her standing in front of a painting and commenting: ”the painting style is vigorous and powerful, full of tension. This boneless landscape can't be painted without decades of skill.”

I was wearing sunglasses and a cap, and she didn't recognize me.

She recently organized a new art exhibition, and I followed her to the gallery.

I parked my car in front of Jiang's house, and Jiang Su Su Su's car came out of it.

But I know that being impeccable is only for people. As long as people have shortcomings.

In a word, on the surface, Jiang Su Su Su is perfect and impeccable.

Her grandfather is a painter and calligrapher. She was born several days ago.

So, I think these writers are chauvinists. Women are accessories to them. Cuscuta on the trunk of a big pine tree falls down and vines die.

It seems that all martial arts novels love to write such tragic characters. Most of these novelists are men. Their highest requirement for women is to live obediently, follow the man and die again.

After Zhang Cuishan committed suicide, Yin Susu died of love.

Liang Ge's girlfriend is Jiang Su Su. In the story of killing a dragon by relying on heaven, there is Yin Su Su. Zhang Wuji's mother died miserably.

But I'm afraid that in the future, my brother will not be influenced by his love.

This is the best way. One yard to one yard.

I was driving my latest sports car on the road. It was given to me by my elder brother on the day of my coming of age. He was always generous. But if we really want to fight for Dayu's shares in the future, we won't be merciful.

”Little mom, I'm not as complicated and profound as you think. You can't believe my shallowness. That's what I want. Take your time to look at the fallen leaves. I'll go hunting. ”

”No She shook her head slightly. ”You don't know what you want, so it's painful.”

She looked at me, still gentle, with shallow wrinkles on her lips. She was about the most relaxed old woman I've ever seen.

Without thinking, ”men, power, and money.”

Little mom is little mom. It's such a profound life problem.

”Do you know what you want?”