Coming of the Villain Boss!

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Su Nanfeng really just wanted to ask Ming Shu some questions about photography. For the part that Su Nanfeng asked her to eat, Ming Shu answered everything she could answer.

Sunan's belief or not, then it's not her business.

Su Nanfeng and Mingshu exchanged numbers, then politely sent her back to the apartment.

Mingshu returned to the apartment, and there seemed to be someone in the roommate's room, who could barely hear the sound.

The living room was still dirty, even messier than when she went out.

Mingshu didn't care, and shook back directly to his room.

But she was dumbfounded when she went back. The snacks she had bought before were actually less than half.

Grandma drops a bear!

Someone dared to steal my snack! !

She was locked when the door left, but the door was opened just now, and the door was in good condition, proving that it was not to break the lock and steal snacks.

No thief would put a camera on the shelf without stealing to steal valuable snacks.

and so……

Mingshu turned her gaze to the outside, she lifted her sleeves and walked out of the room.

It's been a long time since I saw such a bold person.

Those who offend my snacks, although far away!

The roommate's door was locked, and Mingshu could only knock on it.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of music inside came out.

There are only short-haired girls in the room. The previous voice should be who she is talking to.

The short-haired girl half-covered the door and her face was not good, and she asked stiffly, "What are you doing?"

"Did you take my snacks?" Mingshu's eyes fell into the room from the gap, and there were many snack packages stacked on the table in the room, obviously the ones she bought.

"I take your snacks?" The short-haired girl burst into hair and her voice was sharp. "Your room is locked like a thief. How can I get your snacks, Jiang Qiao, don't be okay."

"You didn't take my snacks, how can my snacks appear in your room, the snacks become fine, and can run?" MMP also dare to take my snacks.

The short-haired girl was slightly guilty, but soon her neck was stuck, "I bought these, there are so many snacks, can you buy them?"

Mingshu's tone was still soft, "You bought it, let's take a look at the small ticket?"

"I...threw it away." The short-haired woman was physically strong. "Your own snacks are lost. What are you doing with me? Maybe you lost your hands. Don't worry about it."

The girl with short hair is about to close.

Mingshu supported the door, but the short-haired girl didn't pay attention. Mingshu pushed the door open.

"What do you want to do, this is my room." The short-haired girl roared, "You give me out."

Several of the stacked snacks on the table in the room were imported snacks. With the previous behavior of the short-haired girl, it was absolutely impossible for her to buy such expensive snacks.

Mingshu squeezed his fingers and grabbed the short-haired girl, which was a shoulder throw.

The girl with short hair was stunned, and she felt dizzy.

"I don't know what I bought?"

"You're mad!" The short-haired girl waved her hand to catch Ming Shu's face. "Let me go, Jiang Qiao, you let go..."

Mingshu grabbed the hand of the short-haired girl and pressed it to the ground, "Are you still sure those snacks are yours?"

The face of the short-haired girl slowly turned white.

She was so painful that she grinned her teeth and shouted in tears. "If you order snacks, how much can you eat."

"You can take my snacks." Ming Ju smiled brightly, "Do you know what you are moving?"

The short-haired girl's pain was pumping straight, pressing her hands with her arms, and at this moment it was cold and biting, as if something was sticking into her body.

She heard the voice say, "You moved my life."

"A little snack... what is your life, you are sick... you let me go... it hurts, help..."

Girls with short hair have started to speak incoherently.

"Don't worry, I can't die." Mingshu's voice was soft, "I won't even leave a bit of a wound. But moving my snacks, I can't charge any interest."

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The short-haired girl shrank by the bed, looking at the girl standing at the table in horror, the pretty girl she remembered.

But not...

The former Jiang Qiao wouldn't laugh like that, it wouldn't be so strange...the temperament was wrong.

Except for this familiar skin pouch, nothing is right.

Mingshu knocked on the table, "I bought these things as much as I did."

"I...buy, I buy..." The short-haired girl nodded, too terrible.

"Come on, go." Mingshu nodded with satisfaction.

"Now...now?"

"if not?"

It's still early, and it's still a while before the business closes, and you can definitely buy it.

The short-haired girl struggled to stand up, and only then did she find that her legs were shaking.

She shivered with her purse and clothes, and fled out the door.

"Wait."

Short-haired girls froze and did not dare to look back.

"The key to my room."

The room lock is intact, and the girl with short hair can only open the door.

The girl with short hair did not dare to hide, took the key from the wallet, and turned to her tremblingly.

This key was once a girl with short hair needed something. Jiang Qiao happened to be in a hurry, so she gave her the key and let her get it.

The short-haired girl has never returned Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao may have forgotten, and never asked her.

Before Ming Shu returned with so many things, the short-haired girl saw that there were several kinds of imported snacks. When talking with friends, when she talked about the thing called the property, she opened the door and got it in anger.

She had thought that even if she found out that she didn't admit it, any snack would look the same, and she had no evidence.

But who knows...

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The short-haired girl soon bought back the snacks, dared not stay in the apartment and ran straight away.

Mingshu's top priority is to find a new house. She doesn't want her snacks to be coveted.

Wen Xiaqing heard that she was looking for a house and asked her agent to help. However, the house that the agent asked was too expensive. Her current deposit was only enough for snacks.

Mingshu looked at that shelf of money and sighed.

How many snacks can I buy?

As long as you get the money from Xinyu Magazine, the rent should be there.

So Mingshu can only pick out the photos first.

Short-haired girls go out early in the morning and return home late to avoid Mingshu, and the living room is also cleaned up.

Mingshu basically didn't go out in the room, the two had no intersection, and there was no conflict.

Retouching pictures is not as simple as you think, and Mingshu wants to strike.

Why doesn't the original owner have an assistant?

Oh yes, because of poverty.

This stepping horse is really...beeping the dog.

Are geniuses living this kind of life?

Please let me be a loafer rich second generation! !

It is impossible to get rich in the second generation. Mingshu can only edit photos while eating snacks.

After Director Shang made a third call to urge him, Ming Shu packed the photos and sent them.

"Director Shang, how many more do you want?"

Director Shang is looking at the photos over there, and every one is perfect. He was a little shocked.

Hearing Mingshu's words, Director Shang returned to his mind, looked at the quantity, and refused: "The quantity is enough, don't want it."

This one is all money, even if he is the director, he can't buy it indiscriminately.

"Hey..." Mingshu hung up the phone with pity, wondering if anyone sold it to anyone else.

Director Shang confirmed that there was no problem with the photo, and let the finance settle the bill to Mingshu.

This is the advantage of freelance photographers, who pay for everything with one hand.

After getting the money, Mingshu immediately contacted Wen Xiaqing to move.