Falling tonight

Chapter 13 Repentance
"Fuck!" He growled, breathing heavier, and stretched out his hand.

The man's hand moved a little harder, and Su Ran's face suddenly turned red.

"How about we find an opportunity to test Sister Zhao Rou and see if she... ah!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Han Zihao's eyes were already red, and he rushed over to suppress her. A blushing and heart-beating sound suddenly sounded in the car.

Zhao Rou went home and quickly changed into a set of professional clothes, took a computer and manuscript and took a taxi downstairs to Lingtian Group.

When she arrived at the front desk, a tall and thin man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked towards her.

"Miss Simon, I am Gao Songqing, Mr. Mu's assistant. Madam and Mr. Mu have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come with me."

Gao Songqing stood in front of her and pushed up his glasses, looking gentle.

She nodded and followed him into the president's elevator, went up to the top floor, walked through the long corridor, and stopped in front of a door.

Zhao Rou looked up and saw the words President's Office clearly written on the door plate. She raised her eyebrows.

Gao Songqing knocked on the door and received a "come in" response from inside. He opened the door and made an invitation gesture to her.

Zhao Rou walked in. There was only a coffee table, sofa, office desk and chairs in the office. The color was black and gray. The rest of the office was spacious and empty with no unnecessary decorations.

If it weren't for the sign at the door, I wouldn't have known that this was the president's office.

Mrs. Qin's voice came faintly from the corner, "If you don't...get engaged...the Zhao family..."

Zhao Rou pricked up her ears, and at this moment, two people appeared from around the corner.

Mrs. Qin was wearing a custom-made black and red cheongsam with a well-maintained figure and a graceful and elegant temperament. When she saw Zhao Rou standing at the door, she immediately stopped talking.

Mu Zhou followed Mrs. Qin with his suit pockets inserted. There was a hint of impatience on his handsome face, and he saw her frowning eyebrows slightly relax.

"Miss Simon, nice to meet you." Mrs. Qin walked to the sofa and asked Zhao Rou to sit down too with a smile.

"How are your feet?" Mu Zhou sat in front of his desk, staring at the slender ankles on Zhao Rou's high heels. The small holes bitten by the snakes were almost invisible.

She was startled, not expecting Mu Zhou to ask this, and then said politely: "It's fine now. Thank you, Mr. Mu, for your concern."

His mother was there, and she spoke to him deliberately in a distant tone.

Mu Zhou smiled, his eyebrows tinged with amusement: "That's good."

Qin Qin rarely saw her son smile at others, and she vaguely felt that their interaction was too strange, but she couldn't say anything, so she got into the topic and said: "Miss Simon, let's get started."

"Okay, Mrs. Qin, let me show you some pictures first."

Zhao Rou sat on the sofa, put the computer on the coffee table, called up several artworks she designed, played them in the form of a slideshow, and explained the ideas and meaning of each design.

Mu Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at the attentive Qian Ying on the sofa.

She was wearing a white business suit today. Looking from the side, the curves of her waist and hips were perfectly connected, and her calves were slender and fair under the hip-covering skirt. He actually felt that she was tempted by the clothes.

About ten minutes later, Qin Qin looked at them one by one, nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Zhao Rou approvingly: "I read it right. Miss Simon's work is indeed unique and has unique meaning. I am very satisfied with this."

Then he turned to look at Mu Zhou at the CEO's desk: "Choose one from among them! It's up to you to decide what matters between you two."

"Mom." Mu Zhou frowned and spoke displeased. What he received was a look full of warning from Qin Qin.

After a long time, Mu Zhou stood up and sat down directly beside Zhao Rou.

The side of the sofa sank deeply, and Zhao Rou could feel her arms pressing against his slightly cool suit.

Swallowing, she quietly moved to distance herself from him.

"Which one do you think is better? Simon?" He came closer, his breath brushing the top of her hair. "Ahem," Zhao Rou choked at his sinister tone.

"My suggestion is to choose whichever style suits your emotional concept. As a customer, you should know better."

Qin Qin sat on the other side of the sofa and looked at the computer, not paying attention to them. She followed Zhao Rou's words and said, "You should read all the design drafts before making your choice."

Zhao Rou clicked the mouse to play the slideshow from the first one.

Suddenly, her whole body trembled, and her back straightened stiffly. She lowered her eyes and saw that the man next to her had his hands on his chest. The big hand at her waist was gently climbing up her thin waist through the thin suit. His fingertips were hot. .

She coughed: "Mr. Mu, are you satisfied?"

Then he turned and winked at him.

As if he hadn't seen it, he pinched her waist with two fingers, feeling the curve without a trace of fat, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter, you can decide for me."

"What do you want Simon to choose for your own things?" Qin Qin frowned: "Didn't Simon say that it suits your emotional concepts? You and Fang Yi have been together for so many years, and the implication can be long-lasting..."

"Mom," Mu Zhou interrupted Qin Qin's next words.

"That's it." He pointed at a simple necklace and ring artwork on the screen, "Is it okay?"

Qin Qin was dumbfounded, a little annoyed by his perfunctory tone.

But in front of Zhao Rou, he held back his breath.

"Okay, Simon, please ask the people in your company to complete this set of jewelry before the end of this month. Time is a little tight, so please bear with me."

Although Qin Qin is a wealthy lady with a noble temperament, she does not have any airs when talking. Zhao Rou feels comfortable listening to her talk.

"Okay, Madam Qin, don't worry, it will be completed before the end of the month."

"Now that you've made your choice, Mom, you can go back first."

Mu Zhou removed the fingers attached to her waist and stood up: Gao Songqing, send the old lady home. "

Seeing the displeasure on Qin Qin's face, he added: "We'll talk about what you just said when we get home tonight."

Outside the door, Gao Songqing opened the door after hearing the order and bowed to Qin Qin: "Old madam, please."

Qin Qin's face softened slightly, and she turned to ask Zhao Rou: "Simon, are you driving? If not, let Gao Songqing see you off too."

Just as Zhao Rou was about to answer, the man next to her spoke first: "I'll discuss some details with her. Mom, you go back first."

It was rare for Qin Qin to see Mu Zhou paying attention to this matter, so she smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Miss Simon. Remember to treat her to a meal."

After Zhao Rou said goodbye to Qin Qin, she was lowering her head to pack up the manuscripts on the coffee table. A pair of shiny shoe tips appeared in her field of vision. She looked up from the straight trousers in front of her, and a handsome face magnified in front of her eyes.

Before he spoke, Zhao Rou held his shoulder and said, "Mr. Mu."

"You don't really want to get engaged to Zhao Fangyi, do you? Let me say it first, I don't play with men who have girlfriends."

Qin Qin said that customized jewelry would be made before the end of the month, so Mu Zhou and Zhao Fangyi might be engaged soon.

Looking at her wary and distant eyes, he curled his lips and said, "I've already played with it, is there any use in regretting it now?"

"You said before that you had nothing to do with Zhao Fangyi, so I agreed to stay friends with you."

"Now, you're getting engaged."

(End of this chapter)