Chapter 11 Don't bother me making money

After everyone left, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jian Mo was concentrating on her work, but unexpectedly her cell phone rang with messages, which made her eardrums hurt.

She lowered her eyes and saw that they were all messages from her suitors asking for the gifts to be returned.

"Oh my god, these people are too realistic." Xiao Chen couldn't help but complain.

"When they were pursuing you, each one was so attentive, but now they change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book."

Jian Mo thought this was just right.

"Well, I shouldn't have taken it in the first place. It's best to return it."

Without any hesitation, he directly created a group with several people.

"The item will be delivered to your home, payable on delivery! Please remember to pay for the postage!"

You want her to pay for nothing? No way!

But after this incident, Jian Mo's popularity in the design department was no longer the same as before. Every time she passed by, people would point and talk about her. Some even went so far as to rush up to her and bump into her, verbally abusing her.

Jian Mo endured it all.

"It's okay, it's okay." Jian Mo comforted herself. After all, compared with the salary from work, these were child's play.

…

That night, Huo Qichen had to attend a meeting and did not get home until late at night.

He casually took off his coat, changed into slippers and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure huddled up on the sofa.

The woman seemed to be sleeping very uneasily, with her brows furrowed and muttering something.

Huo Qi Chen walked over and listened closely.

"A bunch of rotten peach blossoms, get out, get away... Stop disturbing me from making money..."

He pinched his eyebrows and was speechless for a moment.

How poor must you be to still think about money in your dreams?

At this moment, the laptop screen in front of Jian Mo flickered, and Huo Qi Chen noticed an interior design drawing on it.

Although it is only a rough draft, it is enough to show the novelty of her design concept. Every stroke reflects Jian Mo's talent and excellence in design.

Huo Qichen rarely showed a hint of admiration for her, but he was mostly confused.

Since this woman is talented, why has she remained unknown and undiscovered in the Huo family for so many years?

“Hmm…”

The woman on the sofa moved suddenly, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about. A tear suddenly slipped from the corner of her eye and disappeared into the sofa cover.

Huo Qi Chen looked down at her condescendingly, and after a long time, he heard her murmur something.

"dad……"

His eyes flickered slightly, and the flash of coldness in his eyes eventually turned into a sneer.

"Sir, you're back...?" The servant's voice sounded beside his ear. Huo Qi Chen made a gesture to keep quiet, and the servant immediately understood.

"Get her a blanket."

After Huo Qi Chen finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs.

The next day.

Jian Mo woke up from her sleep, the blanket on her shoulders slipped off, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Miss Jian, are you awake?" The servant's voice rang out. Jian Mo quickly stretched her stiff shoulders and said, "Thank you for the blanket."

The servant wanted to say something, but Jian Mo had already hurried upstairs to wash up, so she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Jian Mo rushed to the company and successfully punched in at the last second.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get on the employee elevator when she was suddenly bumped from behind.

After stumbling, Jian Mo fell forward. If she hadn't grabbed the nearest obstacle in time, she would have become the biggest joke of the Huo family.

After she stopped, she frowned and looked, only to see that it was one of her former suitors.

As the elevator door slowly closed, the other person's disdainful and disgusted look was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Jian Mo was speechless.

It is true that a tiger in trouble is bullied by a dog!

"Come up."

A cold and deep voice sounded in her ears, and Jian Mo was startled.

I turned my head and saw a pair of deep and cold pupils, and my heart tightened.

The man's private elevator door was still open, obviously waiting for her, but she didn't have the courage.

Jian Mo coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mr. Huo, but I'll just wait for the next elevator. After all...ah!"

A hand grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her straight in.