Chapter 961: Too Many People Want You Dead 3
"Do you need to talk to me? Shoot＃ or else I'm leaving."
Huo Mian felt like it was too perverted to talk about her private matters with Huo Siqian＃
Therefore, she decided to not respond to him＃
"Look at you, you're so patient and calm with everyone else, but why do you always treat me, your brother, with such animosity? You look like you're about to blow up any second."
"It's your own fault. You're as volatile as gasoline ＃"
Huo Siqian was speechless＃
He was dumbfounded by Huo Mian's assessment of him.
"Fine, you have a point. But＃ I'm about to help you remove your biggest obstacle, can't you thank me sincerely?"
"Once you succeed, I'll bring you some ham, sunflower seeds, and canned peaches."
Huo Siqian was speechless again＃
Ham, sunflower seeds and canned peaches? What the hell? Huo Siqian was completely flabbergasted.
"Huo Mian＃ you're such a weird person. I've met so many people, but no one can compare to you." Huo Siqian was furious and amused at the same time.
"It just means you haven't seen enough."
"You're right, this world is filled with weird people. I bet you are a mutated creature who somehow survived the Jurassic period," Huo Siqian commented in all seriousness.
"So, you asked me to come to your office to talk bullsh*t with you?" Huo Mian was running out of patience.
"Not everyone has the chance to talk bullsh*it with me."
"Would you like me to leave some sh*t here for you to bull with then?" Huo Mian decided to piss him off a couple times so he learned his lesson.
Huo Mian's words immediately infuriated Huo Siqian.
He quickly pressed a button on his company phone. "See her out."
"Goodbye." Huo Mian was pleased with herself and walked out of President Huo's office arrogantly, leaving Huo Siqian all rattled in his office＃
He now understood that whoever loved a weirdo like Huo Mian was probably a weirdo himself.
Qin Chu was arrogant; Su Yu was domineering; he＃ was perverted.
What a scene they would cause if the four of them sat together to play mahjong one day.
This was probably what would happen:
"7 Characters." Huo Mian played a card.
"Su Yu played the same thing before you," Huo Siqian reminded her.
"Yeah, but none of you guys wanted his tile, that's why I played the same one."
"You're supposed to watch whatever the person after you plays, not whatever the person before you plays," Huo Siqian said earnestly to Huo Mian.
"She thinks I'm handsome, unrestrained, sexy, extraordinary, and princely＃ Why would she play what you played, you're so lame," Su Yu said.
"Okay then, I'll chow." Huo Siqian picked up the '7 characters' tile.
At this time, Qin Chu, who hadn't yet said anything, said, "Pong."
Huo Siqian was speechless＃
"Why didn't you pong Su Yu's '7 characters' tile just now, and pong-ed Huo Mian's instead?" Huo Siqian was again dumbfounded.
"I like everything Mian plays." Mr. Qin spoiled his wife to no end, almost like he was possessed by a demon.
"Damn it, I give up＃ I can't play mahjong with you guys＃ you're not here to play, you're here to torture me."
As Huo Siqian imagined what it would be like if the four of them played mahjong together, Huo Mian drove to GK's Headquarters.
She hadn't been here in a while, but the employees still greeted the Young Madam passionately.
No one was affected by the negative press.
When Huo Mian walked into Qin Chu's office, the latter was still in the conference room.
Yang sensibly poured her a glass of milk. "Young Madam, wait here, the president is still in a meeting."
"Okay." Huo Mian casually sat down on the couch to wait for him.
Just then, his phone began to ring; Huo Mian glanced at Qin Chu's phone, sitting on his desk. Looks like he didn't take it with him into the conference room.
She wasn't going to pick up, but upon seeing that it was Song Yishi who was calling, she immediately changed her mind.
"Hello?" Huo Mian picked up.
No one responded; Song Yishi was probably surprised that Huo Mian was the one who picked up.
"Is Qin Chu there?"
"You can tell me what it is you need to talk to him about," Huo Mian said impolitely.