The sales of the C brand store stood quietly in their respective areas. The best way to pass the time is to pace aimlessly and tidy up the clothes on the rack from time to time. On the premise that they are not worried about their performance.

A small and stable customer base is enough for them to earn a satisfying income.

When a guest comes to the door, they will also take the initiative to greet them. But he just quietly followed behind the other party, observing the words.

If it weren't for the ethics of the service industry, even this would be unnecessary. Many customers will have a specific style and color, and the same style will be bought in all colors. There are also some fixed customer groups, but you don't see people at all. They would order the latest items to be released for the season, and then tell their assistants to pick them up.

Seung-joon sat on the soft and comfortable guest sofa, he was a little bored, except for looking at the clothes hanging on the hangers, and only looking forward to the people in the fitting room. This kind of arrangement is shoehorned into the schedule, and this person can influence him.

A woman in a black dress emerges from the fitting room. The woman held her breath with a sad face. "Alas! Fat again! She grumbled under her breath.

A graceful figure is reflected in the wide standing mirror. The girl looks very standard, her eyebrows are light, like two slightly arched hills, and a pair of bright and vivid eyes, as if she was born in the blue lake at the foot of the mountain. The woman walks back and forth in front of the mirror, sometimes far and sometimes near, black high heels, and the instep is arched high at the wedge.

She finally stood still, "Have you made your choice?" She picked out Seungjun in a glass and said.

Seungjun stood up, walked over to a row of hangers, and pulled out a white dress from the shelves. The skirt is knee-length and has a simple style without any extra embellishments. "Find a piece and wrap it up in the size before Miss Jing got fat." Seungjun handed the hanger in his hand to the sales consultant standing aside.

Jing Chengyou glanced at her brother, she took a deep breath, and looked at herself in the mirror again, "I can still buy the original size." As long as—" Jing took a deep breath, "as long as it stays like this...", she held her breath and tried to collect her lower abdomen. "I'm tired enough, can't I just take it easy and get dressed!" She complained.

Seungjun glanced at Jing Seungyou, "You were originally a bucket waist. ”

"You just love ribs!"

Seungjun laughed. Jing Chengyou actually didn't know that when she was a student, every time she participated in the tennis Youth Championship, Chengjun would introduce her to her companions like this: You see, the girl who went straight up and down was my sister.

Jing Chengyou is Jing Chengjun's twin sister, Chengyou is very similar to her mother Jing Lan, she is of medium stature and has a capable temperament.

"Does my brother have a new girlfriend?"

"Hmm."

"Is it Fan Feng's daughter?"

"It's not."

"Not? Haven't you been getting close lately? ”

Seungjun smiled, "Who did you listen to?" ”

"Uh..."

There was no movement in the locker room.

"Why don't you clean up the room and come out for me? You can't bear to let your own sister sleep in a deserted room in a hotel? ”

"If you're tired of sleeping in the presidential suite, you can ask someone to transfer you to a regular room."

There was no movement in the locker room.

"There are no rooms in the house right now. I sent workers to empty all the rooms. Seungjun said leisurely.

Jing Chengyou came out of the locker room again, "Alas! My mom and I were all loners and flew around all day. Jing Chengyou paused, "I still have to be strictly guarded, and you are good, an out-and-out pleasure element, but there is only a bed at home." ”

The salesperson had already gone downstairs before, and there were only two of them upstairs, so Chengyou did not shy away from speaking.

"How is Ms. Jing?"

"You can make a video call with her. Why are you asking me. ”

"We see it all the time."

"By the way, wasn't it when you sat in the conference room with a bunch of old men?"

"Say hello to her on my behalf."

Chengyou pouted, "Let's go." ”

Seungjun stood up and followed Jing Seung-woo, and the two walked towards the staircase one after the other.

"How many days do you plan to spend in Laguna this time?"

"Tomorrow morning, the cutting ceremony will be over. Fly away in the afternoon. ”

"After the afternoon meeting, I asked the driver to take you back to the hotel first, rest for two hours, and I will pick you up at seven o'clock for dinner?"

"Okay. But I'm really tired, the jet lag hasn't come over yet, and Ming'er has to go back in the middle of the night. ”

I rarely met with Paig these days, and he signed with an agency and went out early and returned late every day.

Paige has changed his name to Kim Hyun Woo. This stage name was drafted by the company. Paige chose this one of three alternative names.

He once told me that it didn't really matter what he was called. Anyway, the name is just a code name. He thinks that when he was very young, no one ever seriously chose a name for him. After all, outside the gate of the orphanage, abandoned babies are picked up every year. Children who are wrapped in swaddling clothes and don't even have names.

Paige passed on three alternative names to me at that time, namely "Xuanyu", "Yubin" and the single name "Ze". I picked out "Xuanyu" among them. Paige immediately sent me a series of memes, and he said that he also liked the name the most.

One morning, I found a beautifully wrapped white cardboard box on my living room dining table. The box is flat, but very heavy. Next to the box stands a small gray-blue card.

You helped me make the best choice.

So

I'm going to help you make the best choice.

The signature is 'Kim Jun Hee'.

I opened the cardboard box and saw a white skirt wrapped in a thin paddle-colored linen paper. I shook the skirt open, and it was similar to the one that had been soiled before, but the materials and workmanship were superb. I stared at the logo on the placket, confused. I put the skirt aside and picked up the box and looked anyway. The box is a very ordinary box without a brand logo.

Paige had already gone out early. On the way to work, I texted him a few times, and he didn't reply to me until noon. His voice was a little hoarse, but still full of interest. He was in a habit of speaking without interruption to narrate a thing. He said he was going to Kiven's studio in the afternoon to shoot dailies.

Fate is always wonderful. The people I met by chance would actually work with their best friends at work. The misunderstanding that arose during the period gave drama to the whole acquaintance process. The second time Paige saw Kiven was in the final test-taking stage, when the other party sat next to Jiang Shuqin. Kiven is also one of the examiners.

It was a low shower, Paig described his mood at the time.

After the test, Paig meets Kiven and his assistant Sakura again. Kiven took the initiative to add Paigo's social media account and immediately transferred a sum of money for the laundry. Paige repeatedly shirked, but the other party still insisted that Paige collect the account immediately. Paig said that he had used that money to buy me this high-fidelity dress.

"You really know how to 'borrow flowers to offer Buddha'~" I teased Paige at the time.

"Do you like it?" He asked me rhetorically.

"Like~ it suits me perfectly. Thank you~"

The inauguration ceremony of the resort will be held at that time, the shareholders of the subsidiary, the company's senior management, in addition, the public relations company also invited a popular female artist to attend the event. Everything was ready, and Wei Rongzhong realized that he had never seen Jing Chengjun. At this time, Jing Chengjun's administrative assistant suddenly walked up to Wei Rongzhong and whispered a few words to him. Wei Rongzhong's brows tightened, he took a deep breath and walked quickly into the crowd.

Seung-joon was absent from the cutting ceremony. His administrative assistant told Wei Rongzhong that he had a half-day off.

The mainstream media have arrived, the cutting ceremony was held as scheduled, and Jing Chengyou stood in the C position.

Jing Chengyou often jokingly refers to himself as a mysterious Fanghua. Since she became an adult, she has played various roles in public in place of her mother and brother, so she has also been given many titles by the outside world. A genius girl, a business wizard, and the youngest female richest man.

At this time, this stunner of heaven and earth was sitting in the VIP lounge eating beef noodles. She had been hungry until then. Due to the jet lag, she had to stay up in bed for half a night the day before she fell asleep exhausted. At the last minute of planning time, he struggled to get out of bed again. She really didn't have the appetite for breakfast. She didn't feel hungry at that time.

At the dinner after the event, she needs to give a speech. The speech takes only five minutes. After the speech, she left in the car.

On the way to the airport, Jing Chengyou kept curling up on her abdomen, and as the terminal drew closer, she adjusted her sitting position.

In the afternoon, there was a press conference for the public welfare program "Blue Angel". The program is dedicated to marine protection and care for children with autism and cerebral palsy, combined with dolphin therapy as the theme of non-profit social welfare activities.

Wei Rongzhong attended the press conference as an agent. He didn't see Seung-joon's people all day.

The banquet hall was crowded. I don't know anyone, and no one notices me. I spun out of the crowd and into the hallway. Guests are still arriving, and there is no hiding in the corridors.

As a direct participant in the "Blue Angel" public welfare program, all members of the dolphin domestication group of the Marine Division were invited to participate in the group's internal high-end cocktail party. Several grassroots employees are mixed with the business elite. I've always found this honor a bit strange.

I saw Mina and Peter get off the elevator from afar, and they saw me too. Mina is wearing a small sand-purple dress today, she has her hair coiled, and the whole person looks very demure. Peter is also dressed in formal attire, and he can be seen once a year, at the annual meeting held in the museum. He wears it every year.