Chapter 272

I really don't know if he is making money, or just to coax Xu Ruoqing to be happy.

Mrs. Su pursed her lips and pondered for a moment.

Although Xu Ruoqing did not explicitly say that she liked Li Tingsheng, it was necessary for her to test Li's tone in the future for her goddaughter.

After dinner in the evening, Xu Ruoqing returned to her room and dialed Mrs. Thomas's phone.

Her voice was eloquent, and Mrs. Thomas was delighted to hear it.

"Ann, I heard that the sales of your perfume in Linchuan are very hot, I wonder if I can have the honor to try it?"

Xu Ruoqing smiled slightly, and she said to Mrs. Thomas in standard French: "My wife, I went back to Paris this time for the sake of that perfume." ”

When Mrs. Thomas heard this, she was slightly stunned: "Ann, did you say in the email that you lacked fragrances because of that perfume?" ”

"Yes, the procurement of one of the spices has been completed. If another fragrance is done, you can then make that bottle of perfume for your wife. ”

"Lilacs, right? Ann, don't worry. I have already agreed with my family about the spices, and we can sign a contract directly when you come tomorrow, so you can come to the manor for afternoon tea. ”

With Mrs. Thomas's promise, Xu Ruoqing's heart finally landed.

She chatted with Mrs. Thomas for a while before ending the call.

After taking a shower, she changed into pajamas, climbed into bed, turned on the computer and was about to inform Li An that the matter of spices had been fully prepared, and it was expected to arrive in Linchuan the day after tomorrow, when the production line could be fully started.

Suddenly, someone sent her a jittery window.

After Xu Ruoqing saw the name clearly, she was stunned for a second.

Then, she typed in the dialog box a little speechlessly: "Mr. Li, it should be four o'clock in the morning in China, right?" Didn't you rest? ”

A minute later, Xu Ruoqing saw the other party send a reply.

"Hmm."

Xu Ruoqing: "......"

What about Ang Lee? Does he really care about them, the president, who doesn't know how to cherish his body at all?

The corners of Xu Ruoqing's lips twitched slightly: "Mr. Li, are you insomnia, or do you stay up late because of work?" ”

Li Tingsheng leaned on the sofa, his slender legs occupying almost the entire sofa.

The buttons of his shirt were almost completely unbuttoned, revealing his strong, lean chest.

Slender fingers tapped slowly on the keyboard, and the sound was very evident in the dark night.

"Insomnia."

Insomnia? Xu Ruoqing looked at this sentence, and the corners of her lips were speechless.

Didn't she remember that she had made a bottle of perfume for insomnia?

Is it invalid?