"Wang Xintong." Wang Yufeng screamed.

didn't wait for anything to say, but was scolded by his father, "Okay, your sister is not wrong, what a murder." Your mother, I have made an appointment with your aunt of the Zhao family, and this afternoon, you and your cousin of the Zhao family will meet alone. ”

Wang Yufeng's brows frowned, "I don't see it." ”

"There's no need to discuss, the agreed matter, do you want to release other people's pigeons" Zeng Xin saw his son's attitude, and almost slapped the table, "Big man, how can you be in the army for so many years, but you have taught a big girl who is twisting and pinching"

Wang Xintong looked at Wang Yufeng with a blue face as if watching a good show on the side, this last stubbornness.

Wang Yufeng was still reluctant to express his position, Zeng Xin took out a piece of paper from the table and lowered his head to wipe the non-existent tears, "Hey, it's hard, your aunt just found out about cancer the day before yesterday." The world is so impermanent, maybe one day your mother and I will have some accidents. Alas," he said with another long sigh.

"I don't know if I will have the opportunity to hold my grandson in this life."

"Mom" In the face of such a fine mother, Wang Yufeng was helpless.

Wang Yufeng, who has always been the same and does things with edges and corners, was stunned by his mother's temper.

"Alas"

"I'll go," Wang Yufeng had to compromise, "but I promise, this is the last time." ”

"Okay, don't worry, cousin of the Zhao family, you will definitely be satisfied. A high-achieving student with good looks and good figure, graduated from Harvard University. Zeng Xin couldn't wait to praise people so that she could be interested in her son.

"I'm full and I'm going to work." Wang Yufeng didn't take a few bites, and as soon as he put the dishes and chopsticks down, he was about to get up.

"I'm me," Wang Xintong hurriedly drank the last mouthful of milk in the cup, "Brother will send me to school by the way."

Jiang Li arrived at the company very early, packed up his desk, and looked at Tong Xinyu's office that had not yet opened.

Suddenly I had an idea.

After staying in the company for a few days, Jiang Li almost figured out Li Yuanqian's work routine.

Most of the mornings arrive at the office after half past eight.

I looked up at my watch, and it was only about half past seven.

Jiang Li held the folder in her hand, walked out of the design department, and went directly to the president's office.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Li ran to the desk,

I want to find any clues in the things that Li Yuanqian usually leaves.

She just wanted to find evidence of his incrimination.

She knew that it was impossible to get her phone and private account back.

I just wanted to find Li Yuanqian.

I asked myself to go to the mountain, but he told him on the Internet.

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't find the slightest evidence. Even if it is deleted, there is now a way to restore it.

At least she had to confirm it first. She has never been abroad. Jiang Li turned on the computer on the desk and touched her chin secretly.

Otherwise, even if others knew that something happened to her, once her eyes were drawn abroad. The dog man and woman are at large again.

Jiang Li turned on the computer on the desk and found that the boot password was set.

Jiang Li tried to crack it many times, but to no avail.

Drawers, filing cabinets, all locked.

I really did a bad thing, I was afraid that the ghost would knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Li Yuanqian is surprisingly cautious now.

Just when Jiang Li was at a loss, there was movement outside the office.

"It's always good."

"Hmm."

Footsteps, from far to near.

Jiang Li bounced up from his seat at once, and then unplugged and plugged in the computer's socket with lightning speed.

Then sit in a chair at your desk and look through what you've brought in.

A series of actions are smooth and done in one go.

If you look at it yourself, you can still see a slight flush on Jiang Li's face because of panic.

"Shen Muli" Li Yuanqian pushed open the office door and found her sitting in her office, a little surprised.

"Mr. Li." Jiang Li looked back at him, his gaze followed him until he sat in the president's seat.

Then put the design draft that Tong Xinyu had changed in his hand and put it in front of Li Yuanqian, "This is what Manager Tong wants." It's a hurry, she's not here, I'll come over and hand it over to you first. ”

Li Yuanqian took it, he wasn't in much mood to look at this, and his eyes were full of defensiveness when he looked at Jiang Li.

"Is there anything else" Li Yuanqian asked, if it was just to give the things that were handed over to Tong Xinyu and take them to himself.

Her presence here doesn't seem so reasonable.

"Of course, there are other things to find Mr. Li," Jiang Li raised his hand and stroked the fluffy long hair in his ears, full of style.

Li Yuanqian waited for Jiang Li's next step.

"I don't think my level is worse than those designers in the design department, and I believe that you didn't put so much effort into poaching me to make me a designer assistant." Obviously, it sounded a little self-conscious, but let Jiang Li say it, and his friend was arrogant and cold.

Li Yuanqian's eyebrows were a little nervous, and he suddenly relaxed, "Oh, so you're here to talk to me about promotion."

"Yes." Jiang Li's every move shows his graceful demeanor. Especially the smile at the corner of the mouth, which seems to be a smile but not a smile, makes people can't take their eyes off.

Li Yuan modestly chuckled softly twice, "Of course it's no problem, I can promote you to be a designer." Let you do the design independently, but there is a little requirement"

Li Yuanqian didn't continue, looking at Jiang Li's reaction in front of him. She had been in the design department for a while, and he didn't believe that Jiang Li hadn't heard the slightest rumor.

"If you ask me to copy my idol too, don't talk about it. This is an insult in disguise to my idol. Jiang Li refused directly, too not tough.

Li Yuanqian, who was sitting at the desk, laughed dryly twice, and put his hands crossed in front of the table, "How can this be called plagiarism?"

Looking at Jiang Li's incomprehensible gaze, Li Yuanqian opened his mouth to explain.

"Now, you're staying with the Jiang clan now, right, Jiang Li is the signboard designed by our Jiang clan. This is what we focus on, and you said that you work in Jiang, should you continue and carry forward this style?"

Facing Jiang Li's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, Li Yuanqian continued to brainwash, "If you are in an outside company, you come to deliberately imitate, this constitutes plagiarism, and our company can sue you completely." But you're going to stay in our company, right, we're going to sue ourselves."

"But," Jiang Li was a little shaken.

"A famous painter, who hasn't copied other people's works before becoming famous, what do you think?" Li Yuanqian asked rhetorically, and then began to coerce and lure, "And this is what your idol wants, and she will come back after a while, do you want to make a good impression in front of her, or"

"That's good." Jiang Li hesitated for a while, and finally made up her mind.

But the hand resting on his lap clenched into a fist and clenched.