Men are taboo about asking about income. Women are taboo about asking their age. Xiao Zheng has lived for almost thirty years, so it is impossible that he does not know this common sense of life. But at this moment, he chose to use this issue to attack Qiu Shuang. It's quite a bit like using a small person to make a big difference.
Didn’t you say that I am not qualified enough, so I talk about patterns and tactics
Then I will downgrade it even more and just play vulgar.
Auntie, how old are you forty this year
really.
No matter how strange Xiao Zheng was in front of him, there was no abnormality in the autumn harvest. As soon as he said these words, Xiao Zheng noticed the slight change in Qiu Shou's eyebrows.
This is a problem that even Lin Huayin cannot completely ignore. How can we remain indifferent to the autumn harvest
Xiao Zheng knew that Qiu Shuang had tried his best to control his emotions. But her slightly curved eyebrows. It was still easy to betray her inner activities.
Thirty-five years old is an extremely embarrassing age for women. A woman under forty is definitely not a middle-aged woman. Especially a beautiful woman like Qiu Shuo with stunning appearance and invincible temperament. He also has innate self-confidence. If you are really over forty, you may enter another stage where you don’t care about your age, but only talk about cultivating your temperament. But it is obvious that the current autumn harvest is not planned to undergo transformation.
Seeing that Qiu Shou was silent, but his eyes gradually turned from peaceful to cold, Xiao Zheng sneered in his heart, then added fuel to the fire, pretending to be curious: "Is it possible that you have taken good care of yourself? You are actually over fifty, right?"
Qiu Shuang's complexion revealed subtle changes from the beginning, but there were no signs of spreading. Instead, he slowly converged. Let Xiao Zheng add fuel to the fire, and the teasing seemed to rise to the level of personal attack. She was also indifferent and just stared at Xiao Zheng intriguingly. There was a faint smile on his face. It's a bit of a smile but not a smile.
"Mr. Xiao. I found that not only do you have no principles, you don't even have a bottom line." Qiu Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips. The laugh was a bit creepy.
"Oh?" Xiao Zheng raised his eyebrows, but pretended to be ignorant. "Why did Miss Qiu say this?"
"I feel it." Qiu Shuo said slowly.
"How do you feel?" Xiao Zheng asked. Quite a bit reluctant to give up.
"It's useless to talk more." Qiu Shou smiled calmly. "But I finally understand why Dongzang hates you so much."
"There are so many people who hate me, but he still can't be ranked." Xiao Zheng shrugged.
If the pattern is useful, let the pattern speak for itself. When Qiu Shou broke through his scheme, he defeated him and made heart-breaking remarks. Xiao Zheng immediately turned around and used the most vulgar and vulgar means to disgust Qiu Shuang. Enraged Autumn Harvest.
The two had a verbal dispute, but no one took advantage. No one suffered a big loss. There was an eerie atmosphere on the coffee table. If there is a third person present, it will definitely not be suitable. But Xiao Zheng and Qiu Shou were sitting calmly on their chairs, drinking coffee slowly. Xiao Zheng also took the time to eat a piece of mousse cake. Seems relaxed and at ease.
"Is the coffee here okay?" Xiao Zhengxiao asked.
"Average." Qiu Shuang took a sip and shook his head slightly.
"It seems that Miss Qiu is still used to drinking American coffee." Xiao Zheng took advantage of the opportunity and said with a smile.
"I don't like drinking coffee." Qiu Shuang pursed her red lips. "Have a drink with Mr. Xiao some other time?"
It’s afternoon…
She doesn't like drinking coffee, but she can drink with Xiao Zheng.
Xiao Zheng was thinking a lot about himself and was talking to this mysterious autumn harvest again. Naturally, he would not give in. He nodded and said, "I'll be with you anytime."
Coffee bottoms out.
Xiao Zheng had nothing to say. Judging from the appearance of the autumn harvest, it seems that it is about to end.
The conversation was not thrilling, but they also gave us a simple understanding of each other. The sense of form far exceeds the practical meaning. But the more this happened, the more Xiao Zheng felt that this woman was not simple. At least it's not something that Dong Zang, who thinks he's powerful, fierce and arrogant, can compare to.
After taking the last sip of coffee, Xiao Zheng was about to wave to pay, but Qiu Shuang, who was sitting opposite, suddenly said: "I forgot to remind Mr. Xiao."
"Huh?" Xiao Zheng was slightly startled.
"Xin'ao Village has a good start. But the foundation is unstable. The space for follow-up operations is also limited. In short, the stall is too small, so be careful and the follow-up will be weak." Qiu Shuo smiled indifferently and continued. "Boss Lin gave me the order. Feite is going to use his strength. Mr. Xiao takes it seriously."
This is the real declaration of war.
Xiao Zheng smiled slightly, squinted his eyes and asked: "China is not the only family of Xin'okun. Is Miss Qiu really so confident?"
"Boss Lin was able to expel Hu Yishan back then. He can do the same now." Qiu Shuang said meaningfully. "A loser is always a loser. And Boss Lin is always a winner. Mr. Xiao, what do you think?"
Xiao Zheng raised his eyebrows. Some are surprised by the overall view of the autumn harvest.
She kept saying she didn't care about the overall situation. But his understanding of China's entire Internet landscape far exceeded Xiao Zheng's expectations. It seemed that preparations had been made long before she returned to China. It’s not about rushing ducks to the shelves and accepting orders at the last moment.
"There is a famous saying in China, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west. There is also a famous saying, don't bully young people into poverty." Xiao Zheng said half-jokingly. "Miss Qiu. Nothing is absolute. How many times have people thought I was dead? Am I not living well now?"
Qiu Shou smiled indifferently, lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I really want to know if the ever-victorious Mr. Xiao fails one day. Will he go crazy or stupid."
"I can't guarantee anything else. I will definitely provide a back-up." Xiao Zheng said meaningfully.
Qiu Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile still on his face. His aura was concealed perfectly: "Mr. Xiao is really a gambler."
"You are like a magic stick." Xiao Zheng joked. "If you have a chance, could Miss Qiu tell my fortune?"
"Okay." A smile danced in Qiu Shuang's unfathomable beautiful eyes. He stood up slowly and stretched out his plain white arms. "Mr. Xiao, thank you for your hospitality."
Xiao Zheng just touched it and took it back lightly. He smiled and said, "It's my pleasure."
The two left the cafe one after another. Xiao Zheng watched Qiu Shou get into a Mercedes-Benz car. But he could faintly feel the cold murderous intent projected from the car.
Who is sitting in the car
Hiding in winter without a doubt!
The car drove towards the main road, and Dongzang, who acted as the driver, turned his head and glanced at the senior sister in the rearview mirror. He asked cautiously: "Is he hateful?"
"Little people's little cleverness." Qiu Shou said calmly. "But compared to him, you are too reckless."
"Why should I be afraid of him?" Dongzang didn't care, he was in awe of Qiu Harvest, but he never had a correct attitude towards Xiao Zheng. If there was something he couldn't reveal, he would have taken action desperately and tore Xiao Zheng apart as early as the symposium.