The marriage battle is endless, the boss is getting more and more brave!

Chapter 119: A game that will accompany you to the end!
Xiao International, President's Office.

Xiao Yan just entered the office, and the day's work has not yet started, but he is already a little tired.

Perhaps it was Qiao Mo's appearance that caught him, who had always been calm, by surprise.

Zhao Qian pushed the door open and came in, "Boss, JK International has already sent the design draft to my mailbox, I checked it, the design draft is very good, there is no big problem. In the later stage..."

Xiao Yan raised his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows deeply, "Send the design draft to my mailbox, I need to have a look at it myself."

Zhao Qian was taken aback for a moment. The BOSS said before that the design draft should be handled by him alone. Besides, this is really not an important matter.

It's just a charity donation.

Although Zhao Qian had doubts, he still nodded, "...Okay, I'll send it to you later."

Xiao Yan covered his fists and coughed lightly, "This charity event is different from the past. The Xiao family has not established a charity image in the industry for two years, so we must pay special attention to it."

Zhao Qian has been by Xiao Yan's side for many years, so he naturally knows that he is a person who never needs to explain, but today, what happened, why did the BOSS suddenly explain such a trivial matter to him?
Zhao Qian was stunned for a while, "Okay, I'll go right away."

When Zhao Qian sent the design drawing to Xiao Yan's mailbox, Xiao Yan directly downloaded the design draft.

If you really want to pick out any faults in the design drawings of children's clothing, they are just imperfections in hasty details.

Although Xiao Yan doesn't know much about fashion design, his IQ is better than him. Naturally, he has a way to embarrass Qiao Mo, and he does so with impeccable embarrassment.

After Zhao Qian sent the email, he took some relevant documents of the charity event, "Boss, have you received the email?"

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, "Yes, I received it. However, the design drawing is not perfect. This designer drew too fast."

"No, I think it's fine."

It's just a batch of donated children's clothing for a charity event. Is it really necessary for BOSS to be so picky and haggle over every detail?

Just as Zhao Qian finished confirming the design draft, the man sitting on the black executive chair gave him a sharp, cold look with his black eyes.

Zhao Qian sweated, "Boss, what do you think is wrong? I can go and negotiate with the designer of JK International."

Xiao Yan had the intention of going out in person, "I don't have anything to do today, help me contact the designer of this design draft, I want to discuss the details with her face to face."

Zhao Qian silently sweated for the designer of this children's clothing design draft, how unlucky he was to meet the early menopause of the BOSS?

"Okay, I'll get in touch now."

When Zhao Qian quickly planned to contact the designer, Xiao Yan stopped him when he reached the door, "Wait."

"Boss, do you have any other orders?"

"Don't say that I am talking to her face to face, just tell her that it is you who want to talk to her about the design draft."

Zhao Qian didn't understand. If the other party knew that it was the BOSS who went to talk to her directly, they would be more interested in coming over to "discuss the details"!

After all, who is not tempted by the most expensive man in Haicheng?
But...why does the boss want to hide from the other party?
Xiao Yan followed closely and ordered: "By the way, make an appointment to meet outside."

"Yes, I'll do it right now."

Back in the office, Zhao Qian checked Xiao Yan's itinerary for today, it was full, if he went to meet JK's designer, he really had to squeeze some time out of such a full itinerary to talk.

This JK designer, even if he is the chief designer who came back from New York, after all, he is just a small designer, worthy of BOSS's painstaking efforts to meet him?

According to the information form, Zhao Qian directly called the author of the design draft.

The other party seemed to be working, and the phone rang for a while before being picked up in a hurry.

"Hello."

Zhao Qian was taken aback, and felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while.

"Hello, I'm Assistant Zhao from Xiao's International. Our group has cooperated with your company on a charity children's clothing case. Some details need to be revised. Look, when you are free today, let's make an appointment to chat."

Qiao Mo on the other end was holding the phone, her whole body froze. She mechanically listened to the voice coming from the phone, biting her lips, and didn't speak a few times.

Is there a second Xiao Group in Haicheng?

It's not such a coincidence, besides, she still remembers Assistant Zhao's voice.

Can't go wrong.

It turns out... this charity event is in cooperation with Mr. Xiao.

But she didn't take the initiative to reveal her identity immediately, she just bit her lip and said, "I see, you will send the address to my mobile phone later, after get off work at five o'clock, I have time."

Since she is discussing the details of the design draft with Assistant Zhao, there is no need for her to worry so much, as long as it is not Xiao Yan who is discussing the details with her...

If it's Xiao Yan, I'm afraid it's not just about the design draft.

Qiao Mo really didn't know how long he could barely support himself in front of Xiao Yan.

Can returning to China really untie her knot?
But why did she become more and more afraid and withdrawn?
I am afraid that Xiao Yan will know what happened two years ago, that once the dusty past is revealed, and those scars will be sprinkled with salt.

Qiao Mo sighed deeply, covered his face with his hands, and calmed down for a while before returning to work.

When it was time to get off work, Qiao Mo became a little flustered.

At five o'clock, the colleagues in the design department had almost left.

Little A asked: "Jolin, are you still off work?"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a while, and then woke up from hesitation, "Oh, I will modify the design draft and leave."

"Goodbye then, see you tomorrow."

Jomo raised his wrist to look at the time, it was ten past five.

She turned off the computer, packed her bag, and walked out of the office with the bag in hand.

After leaving the company, Qiao Mo hailed a taxi and went directly to the address that Assistant Zhao sent to her mobile phone.

In a private coffee shop not far from JK company, the environment is quiet and very suitable for talking about things.

Xiao's International and JK Design Group are not far away, both are located in the commercial CBD center of Haicheng, even if they walk, it only takes 25 minutes.

Qiao Mo entered the coffee shop, sat down on a window-side seat, and waited quietly for Assistant Zhao.

After an unknown amount of time, when she lowered her head and was boringly flipping through the magazines on the table in the coffee shop, a pair of long male legs wrapped in straight-hanging trousers and a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in sight.

Qiao Mo flipped through the magazine with his fingers, startled for a moment, looked up, and saw Xiao Yan's tall and straight male body.

At the bottom of the eyes, a look of surprise flashed quickly.

Didn't it mean that Assistant Zhao came to her to discuss the details of the design draft? How could it be Xiao Yan temporarily?
Carrying her bag, she got up without saying a word, and was about to leave immediately.

Xiao Yan put one hand in his pocket and clasped her slender wrist with the other, "I didn't expect Jolin Mo, the chief designer who came back from New York, to be so unprofessional?"

The sarcasm in her tone and the strength in her hands restricted her freedom even more.

Qiao Mo swallowed his breath and sat down again, facing Xiao Yan.

With a formal expression on her face, she took out the design draft, put it on the table, and asked in a cold voice, "Mr. Xiao, what part of the design draft are you dissatisfied with?"

Since she was so business-like, he had no intention of keeping it private. With slender fingers, he pointed at the design draft critically, and said without a trace of emotion, "I am not satisfied with this design draft."

Qiao Mo frowned, and asked impatiently, "Mr. Xiao, please tell me, what is the reason for your dissatisfaction?"

Xiao Yan sneered, looking coldly at her flushed little face, "The client is not satisfied with the work, does it not please your eyes, do you need a reason?"

Jomo bit his lip and lowered his eyes.

Yes, he's the client, he's God, and he has any reason to be dissatisfied with her work.

He is the supreme Party A, and she, Party B, can only be at her disposal forever.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, and when she raised her eyes again, there was even a decent smile on the corner of her lips, a formulaic smile, extremely alienated.

"Since Mr. Xiao doesn't like my design, then I will hand over this case to my other colleagues. It may be that my design style really doesn't suit Mr. Xiao's taste. In that case, let's not waste each other's money." It's time."

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, "I didn't expect Jolin Mo to like to admit defeat so much. The client just denies you a little, and you immediately back down."

A surge of anger rose in Qiao Mo's chest.

If it was an ordinary customer, then Qiao Mo would listen patiently to the customer's modification opinions now, but the person opposite was Xiao Yan, her ex-husband two years ago.

In any case, she didn't think that Xiao Yan was really dissatisfied with this design draft, he was clearly picking on her, looking for trouble for her!
"Mr. Xiao, do you have anything else to do? If not, I will help you contact other designers now."

"I don't have any questions, but I only have one request. The designer of this case must be you."

Jomo's heart skipped a beat.

"What exactly do you want? Do you want revenge on me?"

Xiao Yan stood up, looked at her condescendingly with haughty eyes, "As I said, business matters are business matters, private matters...Miss Qiao, you don't seem to be qualified enough for me to care about you so much."

Qiao Mo's curled eyelashes trembled fiercely, while Xiao Yan's tall and straight body overturned oppressively. He leaned against her ear, and said word by word in an almost ambiguous and forceful tone: "After all, Two years ago, we were just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, weren't we?"

And his eyes, as deep as water, fell on her ring finger and the wedding ring she was still wearing.

He is not a person who will give a wedding ring to an ordinary girlfriend who has a shallow relationship. He will not now, and he will not be two years ago.

Doesn't she like to lie, doesn't she like to play this kind of hide-and-seek game with him?
Oh, then he will accompany you to the end!

Because of his approach, Jomo's back stiffened severely.

The familiar and long-lost clear and cold fragrance suddenly sat on the tip of her nose, filling the weakest part of her heart.

The hands on the table gradually clenched into fists.

Why, they hurt each other two years ago, but they are still hurting each other non-stop two years later?
"Mr. Xiao, I really can't accept this design draft."

"Don't you want to get rid of me? If you get this design draft done, I won't pester you anymore."

Qiao Mo raised his eyes slowly and stared into his eyes, "I hope you will keep your promise."

Xiao Yan straightened his tall and tall body, folded his hands in his pockets, sneered with his lips curled up, turned around and left in strides.

He never looked back, but said: "Before I get off work tomorrow, I hope to see a satisfactory design draft in the mailbox."

The coffee on the table remained untouched.

Jomo sat on the seat, stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, and sighed deeply helplessly.

The phone in the bag vibrated.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number from Haicheng, but it looked very familiar.

After Qiao Mo went to New York, she had already changed her previous number, and there were not one or two friends who still contacted her in Haicheng.

Qiao Mo frowned and picked it up, "Hi, I'm Qiao Mo, may I ask you...?"

Before she finished speaking, the female voice on the other end interrupted her and said bluntly, "I'm Song Xiazhi."

(End of this chapter)