Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Ximen Longting helped her set up the line.

No, Ximen Longting's IQ, if you want to help her not be so blatant, Ji Ziang can also find out.

What's more, it was so obvious that even Jing Jiaren could tell something was wrong.

Jing Jiaren collected her thoughts, and the soldiers came to cover the water and earth.

When she got to the door, the woman turned and walked away.

Jing Jiaren knocked politely, and heard a thick male voice inside: "come in."

Jing Jiaren walked in, with a luxurious modern decoration style.

On the black BOSS chair, the man turned his back, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the building.

"Sit down." [Sit down]

It sounds very young.

Jing Jiaren was not restrained, and sat down on a chair in the atrium in a graceful manner.

The man flicked through the documents in his hand, and commented in a cold voice: "You are no beautiful." [You are not beautiful]

Jing Jiaren thought she had heard wrong.

She didn't attach a photo in her resume...

And he kept his back to her, obviously, he had seen her in the surveillance video before she came in.

Jing Jiaren smiled: "My appearance has something to do with the position I am applying for?" (The following are all conversations in English)

"I can forgive you for not being pretty, but you have no taste."

"I'm not a beauty pageant lady."

"Your taste comes from your aesthetics, which will directly affect your creative direction. Miss Elizabeth, is this design manuscript really from your thoughts?"

Jing Jiaren was neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you for recognizing my work. But I think I am here to apply for the job today, not to be insulted."

"..."

"If you don't understand even the most basic respect, I think our conversation is over."

With that said, Jing Jiaren got up, saluted gracefully and was about to turn around.

"Wait a minute." The man said with interest in his voice, "Show me your design drawing for me to see."

Jing Jiaren really wanted to walk away, so after thinking about it, she took it out of her briefcase and put it on his office.

The man who had always been pretending to be mysterious suddenly turned his chair.

It was a man in his early thirties, wearing an iron-gray suit, with tough and elegant features, and his eyes looked like a goshawk sitting on the edge of a bird's nest.

Will tear its prey to pieces at any time.

Jing Jiaren was startled by his gaze, but calmed down quickly.

He just glanced at it easily, picked up her manuscript and read it casually.

"Are you going to use such a work to get away with it?"

"..."

"As bad as your taste."

Is this a rejection?

Jing Jiaren tried her best to be patient and said: "If I remember correctly, you only gave me one night. Besides, it's not up to you to decide whether my taste is good or not!"

"I don't have the final say?" He raised one corner of his mouth, "I'm likely to be your future boss, your immediate boss."

Have to admit, this guy looks very attractive.

But in Jing Jiaren's eyes, it is far behind Ximen Longting!

She doesn't understand who designed her—

Ximen Longting's vinegar bucket is obviously impossible; it's not Leng Aofeng's behavior; Leng Lintian hasn't recovered his memory yet...

Jing Jiaren turned around to leave, but the man stopped her coldly: "I appreciate your creativity, your potential talent, but your foundation is really poor."

"..."

"You don't have the skills of a professional designer at all right now."