"Miss, do you think I'll add you a WeChat? Mr. Zhu was too busy and embarrassed to disturb him. Taking advantage of the team's packing of clothes, the sales lady smiled and handed over her business card: "You are also our new Dior, right?" It's so beautiful. But I wish Mr. Zhu, the style has not changed for so many years, black and white. ”

"So many years?" Xiang Qian's ability to capture key information is very strong.

"Yes," the sales nod, "I wish you always our veteran VIP." VVIP。 Miss, your waist bag is limited to three nationwide, I believe you are also our women's VIP, right? ”

"Hmm. Is it wrapped? Xiang Qian nodded. She wears the best, but she is not high-profile in this regard and does not deliberately show off the brand she owns. But sometimes in the eyes of others, it's different.

……

Carrying two large suit bags, shirts, and Zhu Hang's briefcase, Xiang Qian walked into the company elevator. At this time, it was almost two o'clock, the lunch break was over, and some employees who went out to eat also came back one after another.

"Director, you're wearing what a beautiful outfit today!" "Just kidding, the number one flower of our EC technology, it looks good in everything, isn't it the director?" Chi Ming laughed with a few colleagues.

She goes to work in a formal attire, and today's long gauze skirt is not a normal style at all.

"What did you buy? I'll take it for you. ”

The outstretched hand retracted again, and Xiang Qian shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't bother, you've already arrived." "Human resources is on the 12th floor and other executives are on the 18th floor. She didn't want anyone to know about helping him with his clothes.

There were too many things in her hand, and when she arrived at the door of Zhu Hang's office, her arms were already shaking a little. There was a knock on the door, and before she could respond, she pushed the door and entered.

"Director Xiang?!" Jiang Xiaocen's voice came. Just now, she seemed to be half-propped up on Zhu Hang's desk, saying something.

Raising his eyes to look at Zhu Hang, he shook the things in his hand to Qian.

"Ah, Director, are you going shopping?" Jiang Xiaocen stood up straight and turned his head and said.

Only then did I see the low-necked sweater she was wearing today.

"I know the situation, you can get out." Zhu Hang's voice came, and he said it to Jiang Xiaocen.

Looking at the two of them, and then at Akane's skirt, she nodded and walked out.

"That briefcase, why is it so much like Mr. Zhu's......" Closing the door, Jiang Xiaocen frowned and muttered.

With a "snap", Xiang Qian let go of her hand and sat on the sofa with her suit bag, she said, "This pile of things is too heavy, and my fingers are going to break." I'll sit down for a while, and I wish you all. ”

The suit for autumn and winter and the laptop are really heavy.

"I'm tired." Zhu Hang approached and took the briefcase and bag in her hand.

Catching a glimpse of the corner of the shirt in the bag, Zhu Hang took it out casually, tore open the wrapping paper and said, "Why is it black?" ”

"Huh?"

"I ordered two white ones. You can help me get it and replace it. The big hand holding the shirt reached out to her, and with the other hand he opened the other clothes that were spread out on the couch.

What about when I'm your personal assistant? Xiang Qian pouted.

"I'm tired." Seeing that she didn't reply, he straightened up and looked at her.

"Also, let's go to the feast at 6 o'clock tonight and take you to meet someone - the founder of Discord Studios."

With round eyes, Xiang Qian turned his head and said, "Strife? Disputes! Are you sure?! Great, our new product is saved! ”

Clash Studios, one of the most prestigious independent game development studios in the world. Every game they develop is a hit, and if EC Technology can work with them, whether it's handheld or overseas expansion, it's all good.

"Well, for your sake, I'll help you run again. Just go and look at the more formal clothes and other ......" Xiang Qian's voice didn't fall, and she only heard Zhu Hang: "No, this looks good." ”