The man carried Ling Tanxue into the elevator, ignoring the woman who had drunk too much and talked nonsense.

Soon he brought her into a room.

The man put her on the bed and took off her shoes.

"Are you a cowherd? And help me take off my shoes, and I'll tell you, I don't have any money for you. Ling Tanxue laughed stupidly.

"You can't play with me if you have money, so sleep honestly." The man said, pulling the quilt over her and covering her tightly.

Ling Tanxue kicked off the quilt and got up and hugged his waist, her face against his abdomen, looked up at him, and asked, "How can there be people who can't play with money?" Dreams can be bought, dignity can be bought, why can't people buy it? Don't you men like to use money to buy things? Love is also bought with money, everything is bought with money, I give you money, I also play with you, trample on your dignity, buy your dreams, how about it? ”

The more Ling Tanxue spoke, the more serious she became, as if she was not drunk again.

"You don't have enough money, wake up and keep making money." The man said seriously, and from between the lines, he probably knew that this woman was not out of love, but frustrated in the workplace.

That drunken little face was flushed, and her big eyes flashed with her characteristic stubbornness.

"Are you Ling Tanxue?" The man asked.

This woman, he has seen, in magazines, on TV, is a fashion designer who has recently become popular, her works, he has also seen, very spiritual, very vigorous, from her works, he can see her immeasurable future.

It's just that recently, there seems to be a lot of negative news about her.

"You know me? Then you don't think I'm the kind of person who would plagiarize other people's work? Ling Tanxue asked, frowning.

Her well-designed works were accused of plagiarism, obviously 108,000 miles away, just because she was not as famous as others, people casually misinterpreted the design concept, and said that she plagiarized her ideas.

Clothing is not a text, and it is not something that can be copied and pasted, not to mention, it is clear that the two clothes are not the same at all, but they have to be said to be plagiarized, forget it, those blind media still say that she plagiarized.

She was.

"So did you plagiarize?" The man asked.

"Plagiarism? Go to your plagiarism, those two clothes are not the same at all, it is her eyes that are red to me, and it has to be related to my works, because I am not as well-connected as hers, and my fame is not as big as hers, so I will be trampled under her feet...... At the end of the day, I don't have any money...... If I had the money, I would be able to buy off those media ......" Ling Tanxue had a headache when she talked about this, pushed the man away, rolled onto the bed, and straddled the quilt with a long leg.

The short skirt was very unladylike and lifted up, revealing a brilliant spring color.

The man took one look, grabbed the quilt and shook it hard, shaking her leg off and covering her again.

"Sleep, when you wake up, these problems are gone."

"Why? You lied to me. Ling Tanxue muttered.

"Because you're a good designer, it's worth my help."

"Can you help me? Shall I make a promise in person? I don't have any money, I can't marry you. Ling Tanxue shook her head, her eyes couldn't be opened.

"You dream, I won't marry you." The more the man spoke, the quieter he became, how did this sentence sound weird?

He chuckled a little, and was actually surrounded by this drunk.

"Huh." Ling Tanxue suddenly laughed stupidly, and reached out to grab it casually.

The man didn't pay any attention to her sudden hand, and suddenly the important part was caught.

"Hmm......" The man bent down and stepped back a little uncomfortably.