Chinese In the office, Jing Mohao dropped the lighter in his hand, put away the artwork, changed the design drawing of a hand ring on the desktop, changed the pen in his hand, took off the cap and wrote something, "Enter." ”

The woman pushed the door in, stepped on a pair of white commuting pointed scalp shoes, the ankles were thin as if they were pinched and broken, and the slender figure was wearing a water-green suit, which lined her with outstanding temperament, and her cold and arrogant face gradually revealed a smile.

Jing Mohao slowed down, stopped his pen and raised his eyes slightly, "It's here." ”

Wen Xiqin bowed slightly, stepped forward, sat comfortably on the seat in front of the man's desk, and said in a beautiful voice, "President, I heard that you haven't been to the company for a while, what have you been busy with lately?" ”

Jing Mohao's eyes were mixed, but the corners of his lips were slowly hooked, and his voice was clear, "When did you care about me so much?" ”

Wen Xiqin knew that he would not explain, and there was a slight resentment in his eyes, "Who cares about you, I didn't design a new bracelet, I'm going to show it to you, I came several times Lin Yuan said that you didn't come, and today I finally waited until you called me here to show you." ”

Wen Xiqin said and took out a copy of the manuscript from her handbag and handed it directly to Jing Mohao, but found that Jing Mohao already had a design manuscript in front of her, or a manuscript of a handring she had given him before.

Wen Xiqin's slender wrist stopped in mid-air and looked at the man, "Why are you looking at this?" ”

"Remember?" Jing Mohao took the manuscript in her hand and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Wen Xiqin's clear eyes shone slightly, "Of course I remember, this is the design that made you on the fashion cover, how can you forget?" ”

"How did you come up with the idea of designing a ring like this?" Jing Mohao handed her the design of the bracelet, and looked at her latest design of the bracelet, which was still as plain as her recent style.

Wen Xiqin took the manuscript, looked calm, and said with a little coquettishness, "Hey, I can't remember how long it's been since this happened, why did you suddenly ask about this?" ”

Jing Mohao picked his eyelids, "It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally saw this manuscript, two years before you handed it to me." ”

Wen Xiqin's face was still calm, and she slowly spoke, "President, are you questioning my creation?" ”

Jing Mohao raised his hands slightly, "Xiqin, don't get me wrong, I just want to use your design copyright and the title of royal designer to coax a woman, I wonder if you can wronged me for me?" ”

Wen Xiqin looked at his eyes as clear as water, "Yo, the president has also begun to learn to use these things to please women?" Which young lady is so blessed that she can drive our president to give in to me, a little designer? ”

Wen Xiqin's ridicule is overflowing, although they meet as designers and presidents, but their temperaments are cold as ice, arrogant, and old acquaintances in Australia, Wen Xiqin has always been with him as a sympathetic confidant, and there are not too many honorific constraints.

Jing Mohao didn't mind, and still persuaded her, "It's just a little woman, just playing with her, if you want some sweetness in front of me all day long, you want to be a royal designer, do you want to give it a reward?" ”

In the end, Jing Mohao actually showed a few feelings of annoyance and anger, which made Wen Xiqin couldn't help laughing, "Okay, okay, I've served you, isn't it just a useless title, it's not these that I care about, the person you are talking about should be the yellow-haired girl who robbed me of my crown on the 'Xingyao Cup', right?" ”

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