C15

"You don't have to work, do you?" A deep sound rang out from behind the crowd.

"Master Lu!"

This woman was really too much of a troublemaker.

Lu Feng Ting shouted and the two of them immediately quietened down.

Seeing that An Ke Er had stopped moving, Xia Yun immediately raised her leg and kicked her stomach, causing her to fall down.

How could An Ke Er possibly be willing to lose out? Just as sshe was about to crawl up and beat Xia Yun up, he was stopped by Lu Feng Ting, "An Ke Er, stop!"

An Ke Er's waving hand stopped in mid air, turned and looked at Lu Feng Ting with a pitiful gaze, and shouted: "Master Lu!"

"Enter the office!" Lu Feng Ting directly walked into the Office of the President, and didn't bother with An Ke Er anymore, and similarly didn't care about Xia Yun.

"But …" An Ke Er pointed at Xia Yun and looked at him with grievance. It was obvious that she did not want to let this go easily, she had to fix Xia Yun up.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Lu Feng Ting glanced at her indifferently, then turned around, "If you don't want to come in, then go back to your own office."

An Ke Er had no choice. In front of Lu Feng Ting, she did not have any initiative in the first place, so she could only glare at him fiercely in the end. Then, she walked into the Office of the President and closed the door.

Xia Yun sat down on the chair again. His cheekbone was in a bit of pain, but after touching it, she realized that it was bleeding.

Xia Yun checked her pockets and realized that she didn't have any paper with him, so she could only wipe it with the back of her hand.

Looking at the line of blood on the back of his hand, Xia Yun suddenly felt wronged. What did he do wrong? Why are you doing this to me!

Thinking of this, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wipe it."

A white tissue came into view. Turning around, he saw that it was the secretary from this morning.

"Thank you." Xia Yun accepted the tissue, and after thanking her, she lowered her head. She did not even need to look at herself in the mirror to know how embarrassed she was right now.

"Here, and this."

The female secretary handed over a makeup mirror and a small comb. Without waiting for Xia Yun to speak, she took the initiative and said, "You don't need to be courteous, you can return them to me after using them." After which, he returned to her office.

Xia Yun pursed her lips, did not say much, and used a tissue to wipe the wound on her face.

Office of the President.

"Feng Ting, who is that little bitch? Look, my hands were scratched. " The moment An Ke Er entered the door, she complained continuously. As she said that, she reached out her hand in front of Lu Feng Ting with an extremely wronged expression.

Lu Feng Ting opened a drawer and took out a Band-Aid, then threw it on the table and said, "Tape it yourself."

An Ke Er slightly creased her brows, and asked: "Feng Ting, don't you plan on teaching that little bitch a lesson?"

Lu Feng Ting's black eyes looked at the form in the computer, but did not have any intention to bother with it.

"Who is this woman?" An Ke Er was not stupid, on the contrary she was very smart, she could already feel that Lu Feng Ting's attitude was not right.

Lu Feng Ting did not answer him. Instead, he took out an exquisite bag and said: "Put it on."

An Ke Er opened it and inside was a dress. After opening it slightly, she could not help but be stunned, "Wind Court, this is the one belonging to Mike Jones …"

"Summer of the Italy."

Lu Feng Ting confirmed.

An Ke Er could not help but take a deep breath. This was actually the design that Mike Jones had written three years ago, the summer of Italy.