Isn't she drawing?
Why, why are you on the bed?
I actually flirted with my husband?
Su Wanyu finally thought about it and decided to leave quietly...
As long as she goes back to her room, her husband won't know, right?
Su Wanyu felt a little suspicious, so she gently took Song Jihuai's hand, gently lifted his hand away from her waist.
It’s about to succeed!
Su Wanyu was delighted and felt relieved, and was about to get up from the bed.
There was a sudden force coming from behind.
Su Wanyu was pulled by Song Jihuai and instantly fell into his broad arms. A voice, a little hoarse because of just waking up, rang in her ears: "Wanwan, where are you going?"
Su Wanyu didn't dare to move.
I closed my eyes and there were only two words in my mind: It’s over!
"Um?"
Song Jihuai asked again.
Su Wanyu took a deep breath and said, "Husband, I, I will be responsible for you."
"Ha ha."
Song Jihuai laughed softly, which made Su Wanyu rub her ears involuntarily.
"good."
Song Jihuai held the person in his arms.
"Then, can you please let me go first?" This wasn't the first time she was so close to Song Jihuai, but this time it was on the bed! This position was always a little awkward.
"don't want."
Song Jihuai refused.
Su Wanyu: “…”
"Husband!" Su Wanyu said angrily.
Song Jihuai put his lips to Su Wanyu's ear: "It was you last night..."
"Stop talking!"
Su Wanyu interrupted him loudly, and with rare strength, she broke free from Song Jihuai's arms: "I, I want to get up!"
After saying that, he left Song Jihuai's room in a panic.
Song Jihuai chuckled, and it seemed that Wanwan's warmth and body fragrance were still in his arms.
This is what he has always dreamed of.
When Song Jihuai finished packing and went downstairs, the old housekeeper was standing by, waiting with a smile: "Young Master." He saw the young mistress coming out of the young master's room today...
It’s great to be young!
"Where is Wanwan?" Song Jihuai looked around and didn't see Su Wanyu at home.
The old housekeeper smiled and said, "The young lady has gone to school."
Song Jihuai: "..."
Okay.
He went to pick up Wanwan early in the evening.
Song family.
As soon as Song Jihuai arrived at the company, he gave an order: "Call all the designers to the conference room."
The secretary did not dare to delay and quickly carried out Mr. Song's instructions.
soon.
The designers of the Song Group gathered in the group's conference room.
Everyone kept looking towards the door of the conference room. Why hasn't Mr. Song arrived yet? But at this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and the secretary's face appeared.
The conference room, which was originally filled with some talking, suddenly became quiet.
Under the watchful eyes of the public.
Song Jihuai walked in.
With a cold and indifferent look, everyone lowered their heads and dared not say a word. At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds: Mr. Song is getting more and more scary.
"Cousin..."
As soon as Song Minyuan spoke, Song Jihuai's secretary looked at him and said, "Mr. Yuan, you should call me Mr. Song in the company."
The expression on Song Min-yeon's face darkened, as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Mr. Song." But he had to change his words: "Why did you call us to the conference room so early in the morning? Is there something wrong?"
Song Jihuai glanced at him and looked away.
Song Minyuan was ignored, and the anger in his heart almost burst out. He wanted to immediately embarrass Song Jihuai, who had always been so arrogant!
It would be best if we could step on him so hard that he could never raise his head again!
"I've reviewed your design drafts from yesterday." Song Jihuai's voice was calm, without any hint of emotion. But the more he spoke, the more apprehensive the designers present became.
The one who was most worried was Secretary Wu who was beside Song Jihuai.
As the person who had been with Mr. Song the longest, he naturally understood that the calmer Mr. Song appeared on the surface, the angrier he was inside! He was afraid that soon, these people would suffer a lot!
As expected.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Song Jihuai said in a deep voice: "It's a mess."
The designers looked at each other, not daring to breathe.
After leaving these people alone for a while, Song Jihuai gave Secretary Wu a look.
Secretary Wu stepped forward and fiddled with his laptop until a picture appeared on the projector at the front of the conference room. But no one dared even look up.
Song Jihuai said coldly: "Look!"
look?
What are you looking at?
The designers looked at each other in bewilderment.
Song Min-yeon saw it first.
This picture...
Song Minyuan's brows suddenly frowned.
The gradient blue skirt and the intricate patterns on the hem seem to reveal beauty in every stroke, even... many people who see this picture feel like they are seeing a fairy who has just walked out of a scroll.
All the girls present couldn't help but have an idea in their mind, an extremely strong idea.
Want to own this dress!
I really want it!
The quiet scene was even broken, and someone couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "It's really beautiful!"
It's so beautiful that I can't say anything more than these two words!
Simple, straightforward, yet true.
"What's the pattern on the dress?"
"Like, some kind of animal..."
Everyone started discussing, even forgetting that Song Jihuai was still here!
Song Minyuan's expression was a little ugly at this moment. He had clearly...
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