After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 50 Men affect the speed at which I draw my sword
In the office, Shen Xiaole gently pushed the cake in front of Xie Qingsu again.

"Vice President, you really don't want to try it?"

Xie Qingsu didn't even lift his eyelids: "Take it away, I won't eat it."

"Oh, such a big piece, I can't eat it myself." Shen Xiaole felt a little regretful.

Xie Qingsu vaguely seemed to hear some regret and coquettishness in her muttering tone, lifted his eyes from the batch of documents in his hand, and looked at her.

Suddenly their eyes met, Shen Xiaole thought that she had said something wrong.

Especially when Xie Qingsu looked at people with such an expressionless expression, he always gave people a particularly majestic and powerful sense of oppression.

"No, don't eat it if you don't want to eat it...then I'll take it away..." Shen Xiaole muttered while gently removing the cake box.

But suddenly I heard Xie Qingsu say: "Your brother treats you very well."

"what?"

Shen Xiaole was stunned for a while, and then realized that Xie Qingsu rarely talked with him about topics other than work. He was nervous and excited at the same time, and said happily: "It's okay, I grew up with my brother , my parents went abroad because of work transfer, my brother and I have stayed in China, and we depended on each other for so many years, so he is used to loving me."

Shen Xiaole is usually very rigorous in his work, but when he is free, especially every time he looks at Xie Qingsu, he can't hide the admiration in his eyes, just like a little fan who circles around his idol every day.

At first, Xie Qingsu just put her by his side as a convenient person, but although this little girl treated her with respect, she would occasionally sigh and act like a spoiled child, which was not quite the same as the subordinates around her in her previous life.

Looking at the cake box on the table that had been moved a little further, Xie Qingsu said in a calm tone, "This kind of feeling is very strange to me."

Shen Xiaole thought that Xie Qingsu was expressing such emotion because of the bad relationship with Xie's family, so she felt distressed at once, and quickly comforted her: "Vice President, you have to be careful! Although you were hugged wrong when you were young, returning to your real home It may not be so easy to establish a relationship with the family after that, but as time goes on, the family relationship that blood is thicker than water will gradually grow, and our old chairman loves you very much, doesn't he?"

Xie Qingsu just smiled lightly.

No attempt to explain.

"Besides, no matter what kind of family relationship is right now, it's not the only relationship in this world. Vice President, you are so beautiful, so capable, and so young. Sooner or later, you will meet someone who truly cherishes you and loves you. If you have love, you will also The same is perfect." Shen Xiaole was still immersed in the chicken soup for his soul and couldn't extricate himself.

Xie Qingsu didn't take it seriously, picked up the file again, and said indifferently, "No need, men will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword."

"Uh...cough..." Shen Xiaole choked on her own saliva for an instant.
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I lived in the company for two days, and the apartment will be finished in a few days.

A few days ago, Mrs. Lin helped pack some of the luggage and took it away, but some of it was not finished. Xie Qingsu took advantage of the rare time this evening, and drove back to Xie's old house.

Before stepping into the door, I suddenly heard a few lines of deliberate ridicule: "Oh, what can I do, this calligraphy and painting was bought by Miss Er and Mr. Mo at a high price, and they plan to use it for collection and exhibition on the day of the old man's birthday. Yes, the value must be hundreds of millions, and now you have splashed water on it, it is really ruined... You can't afford to pay for these old lives..."

Xie Qingsu pushed the door open and went in, and saw Aunt Lin standing there with a rag in her hand, her face as pale as paper, being pointed at her nose by two other young servants and scolded.

An old calligraphy and painting is being spread on the square coffee table in the living room. There is a small water stain that is not obvious at the blank corner connecting the calligraphy and painting.

"what happened?"

Seeing Xie Qingsu come back suddenly, the two servants who had looked domineering just now restrained their arrogance on the spot, and quickly changed their expressions as if they were embarrassed: "Miss, this has nothing to do with us, Mrs. Lin dirty the painting. Yes, we are still worrying about how to explain..."

"It's not me." Aunt Lin had a pale face, tightly clutching the rag in her hand, and her chubby face was full of anxiety and panic: "I did wipe something on the side of the coffee table just now, but I didn't touch it. I don’t know who took out this calligraphy and painting and put it here. I just turned around and wiped it on the coffee table. Suddenly, the painting fell to the ground. When I picked it up again, I found that it was dirty...but I didn’t dirty it. !"

"Anyway, it was you who dropped the painting."

"Who knew that such a precious painting would suddenly be placed here? I just came here to wipe the sofa and coffee table, but I didn't see it... That's why..."

"Isn't that enough? We have a surveillance camera in the living room on the first floor, and the surveillance has recorded it. You knocked it off. This is all evidence. What are you still trying to shirk there?"

"That's right! Don't explain, when the painting fell to the ground just now, there was no one else around you!"

Xie Qingsu looked at the two servants who were fighting together, and she gave her a cold look, and the two had averted their eyes at that moment.

"Miss, just now the ground under the coffee table was clean, without any water stains, and the rag in my hand was also dry. This painting...I, I can't..." Aunt Lin said anxiously with a look of despair on her face. It's hard to say.

The monitoring of the Xie family is not limited to the one in the living room, the two servants usually follow He Huilin and Xie Kangxue.

If they insisted that it was Mrs. Lin's fault, the Xie family would not deliberately investigate too much. They would convict Mrs. Lin just by looking at the surveillance in the living room, and they would not bother to listen to her explanation.

It's nothing more than a push-and-pull between a few servants. The problem now is not to pursue responsibility, but that the painting is really old, and every stroke is a trace of extinction outlined by thousands of years of history. The old man doesn't know how distressed he will be.

Xie Qingsu picked up the calligraphy and painting and rolled it up casually, with a calm expression and no emotion: "Sister-in-law Lin, continue to do things."

Probably Xie Qingsu's tone sounded too calm, as if nothing had happened, Aunt Lin looked at her blankly with red eyes.

Xie Qingsu looked at the two equally astonished servants at the same time: "The Xie family invited you here to stand here without permission? Don't you know what to do?"

The eyes of the two servants were still erratic and did not dare to look directly at Xie Qingsu. They were reprimanded and hurriedly picked up the cleaning tools at hand and continued to clean, but their eyes looked in Xie Qingsu's direction from time to time, but they saw Xie Qingsu holding calligraphy and painting. went straight upstairs.

Mo Kehan ​​stopped in front of Xie's old house.

Entered the villa lobby, intending to go upstairs to see Xie Zhang.

Because of his imminent marriage, Mo's recently changed the signature of the controlling shareholder, and the controlling shareholder behind it has directly become Xie Zhang. Now he has to come to Mr. Xie to negotiate for anything.

"Mr. Xie is in the study?"

The servant on the first floor hadn't recovered from the incident just now, and replied perfunctorily as if he was out of state: "It should be, the old man didn't go out today."

Mo Kehan ​​walked up the stairs, and just as he was about to knock on the door of the study, he suddenly saw a person standing behind the desk through the crack of the door, holding a fine pen dipped in ink, and his movements were skillful, natural and meticulous. He leaned over and was drawing something.

That figure is slim and graceful, and her writing is familiar and confident. Even if she is only separated by a crack in the door, she can't hide the innate brilliance and aura emanating from her body.

It's Xie Qingsu.

It's not like Xie Qingsu.

(End of this chapter)