The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 293 Guilty?
"Okay, I'll work hard." Zeng Li's voice was flat, sounding a bit perfunctory.

After hanging up the phone, I sat on the office chair, feeling a little confused.

In fact, it seems easy to get what she wants, because she is now the assistant to the president.

But it seemed a little difficult to actually act, because she couldn't pass her own test.

Now she, as if standing at a crossroads, has been hesitating which path to choose.

I kind of regret taking this order.

Because of the high difficulty, the buyer paid a high deposit. If he regrets it now, he will not only have to return the deposit in full, but also pay expensive liquidated damages.

Because that's how the industry works.

Not only are these commercial espionages risky, but as buyers, they also bear great risks, because once the espionage fails, the police will investigate, and the buyer, as the main party, will bear greater responsibility.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the two is like a grasshopper tied to a rope. If something happens to one, the other cannot escape.

Picking up the pen on the desk, he began to draw on the white paper bored.

I haven't picked up a paintbrush for many years, and now I'm a little rusty to do graffiti with a signature pen.

Especially her hand trembles subconsciously every time she writes.

She didn't know whether it was because of drinking all the time or something else.

Like Lei Yixiang, Zeng Li is good at character sketching.

Outlined on the white paper, after a while, a silhouette appeared vaguely. The neatly trimmed short hair was a man with a tall and tall figure and a back view. Although the expression on the face could not be seen, the back view standing alone There is a sense of coldness and austerity, giving people a feeling that they dare not approach.

Gradually, the outline became clear, and even every short hair on the back of the head was clearly visible.

Wei'an's shoulders give people a sense of safety and solidity, and his legs are straight and slender. That figure is very familiar, like...

There were two knocks on the door of "Duk Tuk", and before Zeng Li could respond, he opened the door and entered.

It was Fu Wendi, wearing a light gray suit with its buttons unbuttoned, and a dark red striped tie hanging down his chest.

Instinctively, Zeng Li grabbed that white finger and put it under the desk, quietly crumpled the sketch just now in his palm.

"It's lunch break, let's go have dinner together." Fu Wendi's voice sounded very relaxed, as if it wasn't him who lost his temper just now.

Maybe it was because of guilty conscience or anger, Zeng Li lowered his gaze, the sketch had been quietly thrown into the trash can, holding a signature pen, he was carelessly sketching on the paper in front of him.

"Boss Fu, go by yourself, I just ordered takeaway."

Fu Wendi had already walked in front of her, her slender, fair fingers tapped on the table unconsciously, with a smile on her face.

"Why, are you ready to disobey your boss's orders before it's time to get off work?"

Zeng Li raised his eyes, the European style eyes looked cold.

"It's lunch break."

"Oh, you still remember..." Fu Wendi pursed her lips exaggeratedly, and then sat on Zeng Li's desk sideways, her eyes fell on the picture she had just sketched, and she lifted it after a glance.

"Then why do you still call me Mr. Fu?"

Zeng Li...

The raised eyes met Fu Wendi's gaze, and that gentle and handsome face was full of warmth again. Looking at her, there was an obvious smile between his brows and eyes.

"Why don't you talk?" Fu Wendi preemptively raised his handsome eyebrows, "Are you guilty?"

Maybe it was because of the constant entanglement in his heart, so Zeng Li's nerves suddenly tensed up as soon as Fu Wendi's words came out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)