In the office, Jing Mohao put down the lighter in his hand, put away the drawings, replaced the design drawing of a bracelet on the table, put a pen in his hand, took off the pen cap and wrote something, "Enter" The woman pushed the door open and walked in, wearing a pair of white commuter pointy leather shoes.
Her ankles were so thin that they seemed to be broken with a pinch.
Her slender figure was dressed in an aqua suit, which made her look outstanding.
Her aloof and arrogant face gradually revealed a trace of smile.
Jing Mohao softened his expression, stopped writing and raised his eyes slightly, "Here he comes."
Wen Xiqin nodded slightly, walked forward, sat comfortably on the seat in front of the man's desk, and said in a pleasant voice, "President, I heard that you haven't been to the company for a while.
What have you been busy with recently?"
Jing Mohao had mixed expressions in his eyes, but the corners of his lips slowly raised, and he said in a clear voice, "Since when did you care about me so much?"
Wen Xiqin knew that he would not explain, and there was a slight reproach in her eyes, "Who cares about you?
Didn't I design a new bracelet and prepare to show it to you?
Lin Yuan came several times and said you didn't come.
Today finally When you call me here, I’ll show you.”
As she spoke, Wen Xiqin took out a copy of the manuscript from her handbag and handed it directly to Jing Mohao, only to find that there was already a design manuscript in front of Jing Mohao, which was a hand ring manuscript 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 his eyebrows slightly.
Wen Xiqin's clear eyes smiled slightly, "Of course you remember, this is the design that puts you on the cover of fashion, how could you forget?"
"Why did you think of designing such a ring at that time?"
Jing Mohao handed her the design of the bracelet, and in a blink of an eye, he looked at her latest design of the bracelet, which was still as bland as her recent works.
Wen Xiqin took the manuscript with a calm expression and said with a hint of coquettishness, "Oh, how long has it been?
I can't even remember.
Why do I ask about this all of a sudden?"
Jing Mohao raised his eyelids, "It's nothing, I just accidentally saw the manuscript of this work, two years before you gave it to me."
Wen Xiqin's face remained calm and she spoke slowly, "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 title of royal designer to coax a woman.
I wonder if you can be aggrieved for me."
Wen Xiqin looked at him with eyes as clear as water, "Hey, the president has also begun to learn to use these things to please women.
Which lady is so lucky that she can actually ask our big president to surrender to me, a little designer?"
Wen Xiqin's ridicule was palpable.
Although they met as designers and CEOs, their temperaments were cold and aloof.
They were old acquaintances in Australia.
Wen Xiqin had always gotten along with him as a sympathetic confidant. , and there are not too many honorific restrictions.
Jing Mohao simply didn't mind and still persuaded her, "She's just a little woman.
I'm just playing with her.
She wants some sweetness in front of me all day long.
She just wants a royal designer.
Will you reward her?"
At the end of the sentence, Jing Mohao actually showed a hint of embarrassment, which made Wen Xiqin couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, okay, I obey you, isn't it just a useless title?
That's not what I care about.
Isn’t the person you are talking about the yellow-haired girl who stole my crown at the Star Cup?”
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