Chapter 327

Shang Jingjing chuckled, "what kind of inferior sports pants are you?"

Yan Xi embarrassed a word all can't say, just low head silent.

At this time, Shang Jingjing noticed the Gucci bag on Yan Xi's shoulder. "You are A-goods, aren't you?"

Yan Xi purses her lips tightly, and her innate inferiority makes her dare not refute at all. In fact, she has worked hard to save a year's salary to buy it, not a goods.

"What are you talking about? I don't think so. Besides, they are Mrs. Jin now. How can they carry A-goods?" Yang Li pretends to be a good person and helps Yan Xi speak, but in fact she is also sarcastic.

Shang Jingjing laughs contemptuously, "Yang Li, you don't know something about it. People with strength carry A-goods like genuine goods. People with poverty and no taste even carry genuine goods like A-goods. No one believes them at all."

This remark directly points to Yan Xi. Yan Xi has always been the underdog. When Shang Jingjing says this, she is even more frightened. She subconsciously looks at the direction of the door, expecting Jin Zongliang to come back quickly and appear at the door, but the door is still closed.

Forget it, don't wait for him, he go first, Yan Xi heart secretly think.

"I'm sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll go first." Although Shang Jingjing and Yang Li ran on her like this, she still maintained basic politeness and respect.

"Well, Yan Xi, we won't delay you if you have something, but your pants..." Yang Li sweetly said, and then pointed to Yan Xi just scraped out of the hole.

Yan Xi is also very embarrassed, quickly cover there with his hand, "it doesn't matter, I get on the bus soon." Then he left quickly.

Behind her, she heard the whispering voice behind her. The voice came from Yang Li and he Jingjing. As Yan Xi became more and more far away from them, their voices became louder and louder, until they finally became the voice of laughter.

Yan Xi's heart is very clear, from the day she married Jin Zongliang, the huge disparity of their family background will cause the voice of sarcasm around her.

She has to get used to it, and she can only get used to it.

"Yan Xi." As soon as Yan Xi came to the door, she heard a familiar voice calling her name behind her. Looking back, she found that Jin Zongliang was standing there. Yan Xi saw another door in the front of the conference hall. It looked like a negotiation room or reception room. Jin Zongliang should have gone there just now.

Yan Xi stops, waiting for Jin Zongliang to come.

Jin Zong stretched out his hand to tidy up his coat, and then walked straight over.

Yang Li looks at Jin Zongliang dully. Her heart is tight. Just Will all the words that monk Jingjing said to run Yan Xi be heard by Jin Zongliang?

Jin Zongliang's tall figure passed in front of Yang Li's eyes. The light in front of her was dim, and there was only a cold figure. Jin Zongliang didn't even give a look to Yang Li and passed her by.

"Brother Zongliang..." Yang Li cried in a timid voice, but Jin Zongliang didn't seem to hear it at all. She didn't pay attention to it and went on.

Jin Zongliang's back is as far away as usual.

every time Yang Li sees Jin Zongliang, though he is at his own eyes, Yang Li still feels that he is very distant, like a mirage in the desert and a beautiful bubble that will disappear at any moment, and it will be fleeting.

Yang Li smiles bitterly in her heart, remembering that she once saw a saying that no matter how unbearable you are, there will always be someone who likes you in the world. No matter how excellent you are, there will always be someone who doesn't like you in the world. Maybe Jin Zongliang is this person. Even if I begged, I couldn't get a look from him.

Yan Xi is still standing in the same place. Jin Zongliang walked straight ahead, reached Yan Xi's side, took Yan Xi's hand, and the two disappeared at the end of the hall corridor.

Yang Li just watched, Shang Jingjing patted Yang Li on the shoulder, her golden curly hair scattered on her shoulders, her white shoulders looked more transparent, "otherwise, you'd better give up. Look at him, he won't even give you a straight eye. "

"Give up? Even if he hurt me again and again, I never thought about giving up. "

Shang Jingjing sighs and shakes her head. She also feels that Yang Li is competing with herself.

After so many years, maybe what Yang Li really loves is not Jin Zongliang, but herself who loves Jin Zongliang. It's just that the onlookers see clearly. Yang Li has been completely trapped and can't extricate herself.

In a small reception room next to the conference hall, Zhou Qing and Jin Yongguo are playing a game.

Jin Yongguo, sitting in a wheelchair with a weak face, said, "Zhou Qing, I've given you too many opportunities. Do you think I don't know what you're doing behind your back?"

Zhou Qing, who was standing opposite Jin Yongguo, was stunned. Her face was no longer radiant.

"You What did you say? "

"I know that since Fengmian died, your heart has died. You have been coveting Jin's equity for a long time."Hearing the word "Fengmian", Zhou Qing felt her heart dripping blood. She will never forget the appearance of Jin Fengmian when she died. Her face was covered with blood and flesh, and her original handsome appearance had disappeared.

She couldn't figure it out. Fengmian has always been good, sensible and filial. She is also conscientious and dedicated to the affairs of the company. She only wants to strengthen Jin's family. How could she commit suicide so suddenly? There is no reason at all, and there is no letter or message left.

All along, this is the biggest heart disease in Zhou Qing's heart.

But the fact is the fact, has happened, no one can change, Zhou Qing can only choose to accept in silence.

Zhou Qing's eyes began to turn red. Her eyes were wide open. She held her cell phone tightly in one hand, and the back of the other hand was behind her. This expression lasted for three seconds. Then suddenly, Zhou Qing felt relieved, and her whole expression relaxed.

"You're right." Zhou Qing's tone was calm, like the last calm before the storm, or the feeling of despair before the death of a prisoner who was about to be executed.

The small reception room was quiet, and Jin Yongguo's gasping voice could be heard clearly.

Zhou Qing smiles, "since Jin Fengmian died, my heart is dead. But it's all because of you. " She pointed her finger at Jin Yongguo.

Jin Yongguo looks at Zhou Qing quietly. "Because of me?"

"Do you think that if I don't tell you what you're doing outside, it means I don't know?"