While walking towards the Ocean Building, Jiao Lei introduced Mu Xingfeng to him.

After investigating Anne in the past few days, I naturally knew that she had brought her own brand to the imperial capital to start a business, and she had also thought about cooperating with Muhammad.

I just don't know why I didn't negotiate this cooperation.

Jiao Lei felt more and more that his husband's emotional intelligence was a little concave, and he was obviously very special to that Miss An, so why not open a back door and let Miss An's brand enter the M Moser mall.

Even if Miss An's brand is garbage, as long as Mr. wants to, it will not be easy for them to pick up a brand?

Or did he get it wrong in the first place? Mr. Ann is not at all what he imagined? Otherwise, Miss An will not be asked to compensate for the maintenance cost of the car.

Jiao Lei grabbed his hair one by one, and his mind was really getting harder and harder to guess.

Sure enough, after listening to Jiao Lei's introduction, the aura around Mu Xingfeng's body became even colder.

Of course, he knew how rare it was to occupy a place in the CBD center where every inch of land was valuable, and he opened a studio in a place like Ocean Building, which that little woman still couldn't do.

If she didn't guess wrong, it should have been Lu's manager who helped her find it.

He still remembered that the last time Anne went to the drinking party as Lu Yi's female companion.

Jiao Lei bypassed Mu Xingfeng, who was constantly emitting cold air, ran to the elevator and pressed the button.

At this time, most of the companies have already left work, and the whole building seems empty.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and the two of them got off the elevator and soon saw the studio marked with the Liuzhu logo.

As Jiao Lei said, the location of the studio is really good, and the decoration style of the store is also very in line with the concept of Liuzhu.

The lights were on in the store, and it was clear that someone inside hadn't left work yet.

Mu Xingfeng pushed open the door and found that there were no employees in Ruoda's studio.

The cubicles in the studio are all glass walls, and through the glass door of the manager's office, Mu Xingfeng saw the familiar figure, working under the lamp with his head down.

The little woman's back was slightly bent, and her expression was focused and serious with her head down.

The fingers are slender and white like the tips of bamboo shoots that have just emerged, and they skillfully thread needles and threads on the embroidery frame.

The needle came to life on her fingertips, jumping on the embroidered cloth.

This is the first time Mu Xingfeng has seen a woman's embroidery, he doesn't know what kind of scene others will be, and in front of him, the little woman's every move, flowing water, quiet and peaceful, like a rendered ink.

Just watching her work from a distance like this calmed down that irritated heart.

Mu Xingfeng didn't know how long he stood outside the door like this, until the little woman used up a silk thread, sat up straight, and moved her sore neck, as if she suddenly saw a man outside the door, and let out an exclamation of "ah".

Mu Xingfeng didn't want to scare her, but she was fascinated when he saw her like this, and the exclamation also pulled his thoughts back, pretending not to see the little woman's protesting eyes, and indifferently pushed the door into the house.

"Hey, Mr. Mu, can you please knock on the door when you appear again now? Do you know that people are scary, and they can really scare people to death. ”

Anne watched Mu Xingfeng swagger into the office, and didn't get up to greet him, but complained angrily.

She has a lot of work in the past two days, and she has to hurry up, she doesn't know why Mu Xingfeng came to her studio at this time, and she doesn't have time to ask in detail.

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