Zuo Xinxin thought about no less than ten big names in the fashion industry, but she never thought that the other party, Mrs. Song Wanyu, was Mrs. Song!

This woman, who is respected as Mrs. Song by the industry, is an idol that Zuo Xinxin has always admired.

Legend has it that Mrs. Song was so talented that she gave up the olive branch of the country's first university and resolutely devoted herself to the clothing design industry.

Starting from scratch, he led the team to fight his way out, making his brand one of the few menswear brands in China, winning numerous awards and appearing on the cover of world-renowned magazines.

Seeing that Zuo Xinxin was dumbfounded, her little face flushed with excitement, Jiang Yucheng hooked her lips and smiled very arrogantly.

He likes to see this woman who has never seen the world.

At this time, the body suddenly tilted,

Zuo Xinxin exclaimed in surprise, leaned towards Jiang Yucheng, and the whole person crashed into the man's arms unexpectedly, his head seemed to have hit an iron plate, and he felt a faint pain.

The body was quickly straightened and the driving returned to normal.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jiang, someone is going backwards." The assistant who drove the car also broke out in a cold sweat.

It was already dark, and many people became bolder, and Mr. Jiang only had a private meeting this time, without bodyguards.

What if something happens......

The assistant couldn't even think about it.

And Zuo Xinxin, who reacted, realized that she was in Jiang Yucheng's arms, and the whole person froze.

Don't dare to move.

A faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

I didn't expect this guy to smell pretty good.

Realizing what she was thinking, Zuo Xinxin blushed.

"Have you had enough of lying down?"

Someone's low, angry voice suddenly sounded overhead.

Zuo Xinxin sat up with a spirit: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Looking at the woman with a red face and hurriedly arranging her clothes and hair, Jiang Yucheng's eyes couldn't help but fall on the part of her collarbone that was covered by the white shirt......

It seems that he can still taste the softness of the moment that hit his chest just now.

A trace of obscurity flashed in Jiang Yucheng's eyes.

Zuo Xinxin sat on the side with a blushing heartbeat, her eyes looking straight out of the window, pretending that nothing had happened.

The man's brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and his handsome face was a little cold.

The assistant secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, just now, it was because he saw from the rearview mirror that President Jiang Da, who had always only sneered in various tricks, suddenly showed an original and heartfelt smile, so his hand slipped and almost hit the protective fence.

But speaking of which, he has been with Mr. Jiang for so long, and he has rarely seen him so happy as he is today.

Even if it is negotiated with a list of hundreds of millions of profits, it is still a light and breezy appearance.

Even Miss Zuo Qingxue, who tried her best to please Mr. Jiang, didn't see Mr. Jiang smile at her a few times.

I really don't know what kind of woman Mr. Jiang will marry in the future.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a fancy restaurant.

"Mr. Jiang, it's here."

Jiang Yucheng responded lightly, and he had returned to his indifferent and noble appearance.

Zuo Xinxin's heart hung again, and she couldn't help but be excited and excited, and followed closely behind Jiang Yucheng.

The waiter at the door respectfully pushed open the heavy door of the restaurant

What unfolds in front of you is a large space with a luxurious style.

The ornate crystal lamps cast a faint light, making the whole restaurant appear elegant and serene. Soft saxophone music fills the entire restaurant, slowly soothing the soul and making people feel relaxed and peaceful.

Gorgeous European-style tables and chairs, small and exquisite bar counters, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere everywhere. Each table is a white porcelain vase with pink roses in full bloom, in harmony with the surrounding environment.

Led by the waiter, the two went all the way to the VIP room.

Pushing the door in, a natural floral fragrance comes to your nose, as well as melodious piano music.

The VIP room is more refined and luxurious, and every place is noble, and a valuable piano is placed in the room, and someone is playing it at this time.

The beautiful sound of the piano sounded slowly, gradually overflowing like a tide, filling every corner, the sound of the piano is sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate, swinging people's hearts and minds, fascinating.

"Mr. Jiang, you're late."

At this moment, a gentle female voice with a soft smile sounded.

Following the prestige, there was an elegant figure standing in front of the window, and when he spoke, he turned around and saw a familiar and unfamiliar face.

Carefully calculated, Mrs. Song is in her fifties, but she looks like she is in her thirties, with exquisite makeup and a smile on her eyebrows, which vaguely shows the beauty of her youth.

Mrs. Song held a simple small bun, wearing a well-made, elegant white cheongsam, looking noble and dignified, did not meet the charm of an oriental woman, like a classical flower, not withered with the polishing of time, leisurely and tranquilly blooming.

"Mrs. Song."

Jiang Yucheng's tone was tinged with a bit of respect.

In the eyes of others, he is high and proud.

But here in Song Wanyu, he is just an outstanding junior.

Song Wanyu didn't delve into it, her eyes fell lightly on Zuo Xinxin: "This is ......"

"My assistant."

Concise.

"Hello madam, my name is Zuo Xinxin." Zuo Xinxin came back to her senses and hurriedly said hello.

Song Wanyu nodded, and beckoned Jiang Yucheng to come over, Zuo Xinxin listened to their chat silently, but her eyes kept falling on Mrs. Song.

The cheongsam is worn by a safe woman, soothing and leisurely, safe and quiet, sitting, standing, walking, and walking in a decent manner, not like publicity, and has a breathtaking aura, revealing elegance and elegance between gestures.

Zuo Xinxin has never seen anyone who can convey such a charm to the cheongsam.

Mrs. Song was the first.

After a short time, the waiter came in with a dining cart, placed the dishes neatly on the table, and quietly withdrew.

Listening to the two chatting just now, Zuo Xinxin naturally heard the name.

It is probably that Wei Yun intends to cooperate with Mrs. Song, but Mrs. Song is holding a shelf and refuses to let go.

Early tomorrow morning, Mrs. Song will go abroad, and this meal is said to be a private meeting, but in fact it is the last chance.

That's why Jiang Yucheng came forward in person.

So......

What did Jiang Yucheng bring her for?

Zuo Xinxin has some

I don't understand.

But soon, she knew.

This guy really used her as an assistant.

No, it should be said that it is a waiter.

What should have been done by the assistant outside now fell on her.

No wonder the assistant looked at her a little strangely when she came in just now.

"Design?"

Just as Zuo Xinxin got up to hand over the tissues, Song Wanyu saw the work card pinned to her chest at a glance.

The good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, and seemed to be a little displeased.

Zuo Xinxin's body stiffened, and the secret path was not good.

When I came, I was in a hurry, knowing that the other party was Mrs. Song, and I was too excited to notice these details at all.

"Mr. Jiang's assistant, is he transferred from the design department?"

Song Wanyu wiped her mouth elegantly, and there was still a faint smile between her eyebrows, which was difficult to discern.

Zuo Xinxin knew that it was not suitable to speak, so she subconsciously looked at Jiang Yucheng.

But seeing that the latter was slowly enjoying the perfect meal, he wiped his mouth elegantly, and he had no intention of helping her.

This guy ......

Do you want to see her make a fool of herself?

"At the beginning of the establishment of Beloved, Mrs. Song wore many hats and personally served as the design director, cultivating a batch of excellent designers.

Zuo Xinxin took a deep breath, smiled, considered speaking, poured a cup of tea as she spoke, and held it in front of Song Wanyu.

The attention of people during the entrepreneurial period is very rare, and the reason why Zuo Xinxin knows these is completely from Song Wanyu's personal biography.

Song Wanyu at that time was really hard, but at this time Song Wanyu, Zuo Xinxin could also see that this Mrs. Song had a trace of arrogance.

She wanted Jiang Yucheng to bow her head, but after the whole meal, Jiang Yucheng advanced and retreated in a certain way, reflecting the shrewdness and gentlemanly demeanor of the businessman to the fullest.

To put it bluntly, if Mrs. Song can come, it means that she intends to cooperate, she is just putting on the shelf of her predecessors, and she wants to rub Jiang Yucheng's sharpness, but who knows that the latter will not let go.

The most important thing is that Jiang Yucheng gave her Song Wanyu's face in front of her little assistant.

Hearing her words, Song Wanyu was stunned.

Jiang Yucheng didn't seem to expect Zuo Xinxin to say this, his dark eyes looked at the little face with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt that this woman had some means.

Zuo Xinxin took a deep breath and spoke again: "To tell you, in my heart, you have always been my idol, whether it is the joy of winning the championship for the first time, or the courage of Dongshan again when you fell into the trough, in my life, gave me great hope and encouragement." ”

"Because of you, I chose to become a designer, because of you, I mustered up the courage to walk out of that special period, it is you who said, behind the splendid future, there must be countless sadness and tears, under the flowers, don't forget the original intention."

"So, I have always adhered to my original intention and insisted on my own philosophy."

Speaking of this, Zuo Xinxin slowly raised her eyes, looked at Song Wanyu who was a little surprised, and continued: "I'm just a small designer, today

I'm glad to see you, I'm sorry for saying these things I shouldn't have said. ”

When the words fell, she didn't dare to stay here anymore, and turned around to leave.

"Stop."

Jiang Yucheng spoke slowly.

Zuo Xinxin stopped very obediently, turned around, and lowered her head, so that people couldn't see her expression clearly.

Jiang Yucheng glanced at her coldly: "Sit down." ”

The man seemed angry, and his deep voice carried a hint of danger.

Zuo Xinxin was so nervous that her palms were sweating, biting her lip hard, rubbing and rubbing, but she still sat back.

"Apologize to Mrs. Song."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Yucheng's eyes sank: "Do you need me to repeat it?" ”

"Wait."

Zuo Xinxin gritted her teeth and was about to apologize, when Song Wanyu spoke.

From the moment Zuo Xinxin finished speaking, her face was a little complicated, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't come back to her senses until just now.

Song Wanyu stood up and walked over.

"What's your name?"

"Zuo Xinxin."

"Are you interested in coming to work with me?"

Zuo Xinxin raised her head sharply and looked at the smiling woman in front of her in disbelief.

Jiang Yucheng, who was not far away, also frowned tightly.

Things seem to be out of control.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, though I like you very much, but...... I ......"

Zuo Xinxin didn't expect things to take such a dramatic turn, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

(End of chapter)