A week's sponsorship of samples, just a week, why are there so many, piled up like a hill, she has to take them out one by one, iron them and hang them, and put a label on the outside of the sample, and the label must be classified and written on the designer and the date of production of the sample.

Ironing is manual work, she is a pampered eldest lady, where has she done this, plus her feet are still painful, and it took two or three hours to iron her teeth one by one.

Next is classification.

Fortunately, she has a design foundation, and she has been paying attention to the fashion circle for the past two years, so this is not difficult for her, and what style can be seen at the eye.

But after such a toss, it was already early in the morning when it was completed, and the lights of the entire building were turned off.

She returned to the top-floor office to get her coat and bag, and went to the bathroom to get her burned foot treated.

She was wearing stockings that day, and the coffee stains were all frozen on the socks, so she could only take them off in their entirety, and then put her instep under the faucet to flush them.

It was late autumn, wet and cold weather, and the forsythia hit the spirit when the cold water rushed up.

"There will be retribution, there will be retribution, there will be retribution...... she pretended to be a little grievance in her heart, and she had nowhere to vent, so she could only break her thoughts while flushing water.

Outcome...

"You think that's useful?" A little mocking and a little seductive manly air suddenly came from the door of the bathroom.

Damn, it was the middle of the night, and the whole floor and even the whole building were empty......

When Forsythia looked back and saw Feng Lixing, he had the heart to kill.

"This is the women's restroom!!"

"I know!"

"Know you're still in?"

"I'm looking for you, but you haven't come out, so I have to come in by myself." He also said quite reasonably, pacing a little closer.

Forsythia was angry and annoyed.

"Get out!"

"Don't!" He didn't go out, but put his hand in his trouser pocket, and now he was already in front of Forsythia.

Forsythia still maintained the posture of taking off her stockings, her slender leg resting on the low platform of the sink, the sock buttons had been unbuttoned, her knees were slightly bent, and her white skin was lined with a shiny black marble countertop, which was simply blinding.

Ouch, that posture, beautiful beauty, where can he give it up.

"I'll help you?" He looked down slightly, seeing that she was dealing with the burns.

"No!" Stiff, he took his leg off the low platform, but one foot did not stand firmly, and the whole person fell backwards.

Feng Lixing held her up in the back.

"Always so reckless!" What a gentle voice, with moisture sticking to the root of her ear, she just wanted to push him away, but the next second the whole person had been picked up by him and carried directly to the pool platform.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Forsythia couldn't stand the man's big jumps, and he tried to slide off the pool platform with both kicks, but both knees were directly pressed by his big palms.

"Sit down for me, don't move!" The tone that was quite gentle just now has been changed to stern again, but the severity at this time is different from the stern during the day.

The harshness of the day is the sternness of the boss to his subordinates, and now it smacks of authoritarianism.

Forsythia looked at him angrily: "There's something wrong with you, right?" ”

"Well, it probably is, otherwise I wouldn't have come here to look for you so late." He seemed to be talking to himself, but the movement of his hand did not stop, pinching her foot that had taken off her stockings, and when he looked at it, his brows furrowed suddenly.

"It's so badly burned, it's all red, why didn't you say it when I asked you during the day?"

She didn't say it, did she say it to make them sympathetic or proud?

"Can't die, what's there to say!" She still has that hard tone.

Feng Lixing pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly, as if he had nothing to do with her.

"You can't die, but if you don't deal with it in time, it will leave traces, don't you think it's a pity to have such a beautiful leg?" He was still half-crouching, keeping his unabashedly hot gaze on her lap.

Forsythia couldn't stand it, and shrank back to break free of his hand.

"Don't move!" He squeezed it tighter, pulled a tissue from the wall with his other hand to wipe the water stains off her instep and legs, then took out a piece of ointment from his trouser pocket like a trick, rubbed a little on his fingertips and began to wipe it for her.

Start with the instep of your foot and work your way up along the top of your foot.

The light on the top was so strong, and his fingertips were so cold.

Forsythia felt the heat coming out of the soles of his feet, lingering and burning his face, and his feet struggled harder and harder, but he pinched them more and more firmly.