The First Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-Six Chapters of the Devil School Grass Drag Girl (Twenty-Three)

After Dianbai finished listening, he said calmly, "So?"

The salesman pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Ranbai smiled, but the bottom of her eyes was calm, calm and indifferent, "I have no interest in wasting time and energy on irrelevant people."

The implication is that I am too lazy to take revenge on you.

The salesperson was afraid that Ranbai would retaliate against her, but Ranbai herself had no interest in doing this kind of boring and useless time.

There is no benefit value at all.

Seek advantage and avoid disadvantage, instinct.

The salesperson just chose what was best for her from her point of view, as the salesperson said.

She was just an intern, she didn't want to be fired, she had to.

Everyone chooses what is best for themselves, instinctively.

White understand.

It's just that sometimes it's too thorough, but it loses some of the human touch.

But from the perspective of dyeing white, everything the salesperson did was not good for her.

You can choose to forgive or not to forgive.

Ranbai doesn't have that heart, so he should be considerate from the point of view of a salesperson.

Also too lazy to do anything.

As for what kind of treatment the store manager will make, what is the matter of dyeing white?

The salesman opened his mouth, but he was too ashamed to speak again.

She knew that as long as the girl in front of her spoke, she would not be fired by the manager.

But she didn't dare to speak, maybe it was because of a little self-esteem in her heart.

"Miss Ruan, what kind of piano do you want?" the saleswoman who was standing beside asked tentatively.

"The best." Ranbai replied casually.

"Then...Miss Ruan is here."

After swiping the card,

Ranbai said lazily to the saleswoman, "Help me directly to the hospital."

"Okay, okay."

Ranbai left the address and left directly from the store.

She looked at the time on her watch, clicked her tongue, and the smile on the corner of her lips was a little cool.

"Host, where did you get so much money?!!" Fengluo finished eating the grilled fish, and checked the white-painted quest, instantly as if struck by lightning.

"Guess what?" Ranbai hired a car, closed the door, reported the address to the driver, and said to Fengluo with consciousness.

Feng Luo: "..."

In the case of luxury, dyeing white is as good as possible for yourself.

money? That's not easy.

Isn't the financial industry the best way to make money?

so,

Recently, a mysterious rookie has appeared in the business circle.

Someone went to investigate, but couldn't find any news.

Yanbai propped his chin and glanced down at the watch.

He looked blankly at the vehicle that had completely blocked the car that was driving like a snail.

Really... rely on.

Ranbai will go to the hospital regularly every time, and now, it has completely exceeded the scheduled time.

Not to mention worrying about what Feng Yi did, just obsessive-compulsive disorder makes dyeing white annoying enough.

"Stop." Ranbai said.

The driver looked back at Dianbai in surprise, "Little girl..."

"I want to get out of the car." Ranbai raised his eyes again, a sweet smile on the corners of his lips, but the driver felt a little cold for no reason.

"Uh..." The driver stopped subconsciously.

Ranbai got out of the car immediately and closed the door.

After the driver got off the car at Ranbai, he was still a little confused.

No, don't you take the car?

Ranbai put one hand in his pocket, stood by the street, looked at the congested vehicles, and finally, his eyes locked on a motorcycle.

She walked over.

"You..." What's the matter?

Before the young man on the motorcycle could ask, he was shocked by the words that popped out in white.