Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

Wen Muxi stood on the stage at a loss and was embarrassed for a moment. Compared with her shocking works, her performance as a designer seemed too mean.

"Wen Muxi, did you really design this dress yourself? You won't find someone to write it for you."

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted at her like this. Wen Muxi looked up. She was a familiar woman. She was often seen with joppe.

"She couldn't even say a word. How could she have designed it herself."

"I don't think so..."

“……”

The original whispering became more and more unscrupulous, and Wen Muxi's unresponsive appearance was more like acquiescence.

Hua Jun 'PA' opened the fan and called him back to his senses. Then he said, "tell me about your concept."

Wen Muxi pinched his palm hard. It hurt so much that he was about to break the skin that he finally calmed down.

This paper introduces the fabric and cutting method adopted, as well as the meaning of color matching.

Finally, she summarized herself and said, "I actually have no special concept about the past question. It can be understood as the dirty mind under the white and the ugliness behind the beauty."

A word fell and the whole audience was quiet.

No one expected that this shocking Chinese dress actually meant this. Hua Jun sat there with his lips pursed, and his face was never gloomy.

The editor in chief of the magazine had a problem because jope scored for the first time, so he didn't dare to say anything rashly this time. He wisely chose to shut up and wait for the moment.

Three judges, two don't speak. Finally, Shen Bihan waved his pen and gave Wen Muxi a full score on the scoreboard.

He said, "this full mark is for your self-knowledge."

Wen Muxi clearly felt out of breath in his heart, but his face always had a smile similar to selling a smile, which interpreted the invincible look into the wood.

The editor in chief didn't dare to speak when he heard something wrong between Shen Bihan's words.

After a long period of silence, Hua Jun directly wrote a number ten on the scoring board with a cold face, but there was a minus sign in front of the number.

Minus ten.

"Do you need me to explain?" Huajun asked her coldly.

Wen Muxi shook her head. She didn't like to humiliate herself.

Three reviews, one for ten, one for negative ten, and the remaining one made a mistake and simply chose to abstain.

Wen Muxi ended the game with a disastrous defeat of zero points. All kinds of God turns made the spectators ignorant until the end.

I don't know if she didn't slow down or what happened. Joe Pei won, but she didn't feel complacent in front of Wen Muxi, and didn't ask her to fulfill her bet and leave the design department.

Wen Muxi was struggling with what to do with the compensation in the contract that might not be able to pay if she took the initiative to fulfill the gambling agreement. She received the news from Mina.

Huajun kicked her out of the design department and transferred her to the logistics department.

One second ago, Wen Muxi was still wearing her own clothes and holding a paintbrush in the office. At this moment, she could only wear a uniformly distributed Brown uniform and clean the corridor with a mop and rag.

She got her wish and entered the coveted FJ, but she was just a cleaning 'aunt' role.

If you are known by your classmates in college, you have to laugh off your big teeth.

"Wen zero is really cleaning here!"

"It's really her!"

"I don't know if she has any face to stay in FJ. If I get a zero score in public, I won't have the face to continue to stay here."

“……”

Wen Muxi didn't hear those familiar sarcasm. He was still seriously dragging the bright ceramic tile floor that could be used as a mirror with the mop in his hand.

Until--

One of the women raised her hand and poured all the coffee in the cup onto the ground. The coffee stains splashed everywhere.

Wen Muxi was stunned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that my hand slipped." the woman exclaimed, covering her lips very carefully, and shouted defiantly at Wen Muxi: "the floor sweeper over there, come and wipe this place clean. What should I do if others slip in a moment."

The MMP dirty words had reached Wen Muxi's mouth, but he still swallowed them.

Without saying a word, she just cleaned the coffee stains on the ground. The woman spilled the remaining half cup of coffee far away.

Yes.

Now it's really splashed everywhere.

Wen Muxi raised his eyes and looked at the arrogant women. There was a dark anger in the bottom of his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Drag!" the woman was frightened by Wen Muxi, so she raised her voice subconsciously.

Wen Muxi took a deep breath and dragged it upward from a distance.

Seeing that Wen Muxi didn't mean to resist, those people were even more unscrupulous.

"Some people are just sparrows. They have to dream of flying to the branches. It's really beyond their capacity."

"Wen zero, didn't you seduce Shanghua with our new boss? Why don't you ask them to let you go back to the design department."

"Come on, she's still seducing president Hua and President Shen. The bosses are not blind."

“……”

Those people spoke more and more ugly, and Wen Muxi also suffered one by one. Until he dragged them to the front of the women, Wen Muxi deliberately pushed forward with the mop. Several people subconsciously retreated, only to bump into the sewage bucket that Wen Muxi didn't know when to put behind them.

"Ah --"

The overturned sewage washed the expensive sheepskin heels and skirts, and the women couldn't help screaming.

"Oh, why are you so careless and reckless? You can't even do the cleaning work after you can't be a designer one day." Wen Muxi returned them in a hurry.

Several women instantly sank their faces.

"You, a cleaner, dare to calculate us!" one of them then pointed to Wen Muxi's nose and yelled.

Wen Muxi shrugged innocently: "I didn't even touch you. You blame me for not having long eyes?"

"You..."

Wen Muxi directly interrupted the man.

"Several big designers, don't stand in the way here. It's working time. Do you always know when you gossip here?"

The man was so blocked that he couldn't swallow the breath, so he couldn't help raising his hand to Wen Muxi and was ready to do it directly to her.

Wen Muxi is not a vegetarian. Originally, she was ready to fight back, but before the woman's palm fell, she was pinched by a man like a bodyguard.

"Who cares about my aunt's business..."

The woman's abusive voice was accompanied by a moment of silence when she looked back at the man standing not far behind.

Surrounded by two bodyguards and an assistant, the God like figure looked at her expressionless. His light gray eyes were like frozen ice for thousands of years, which made people tremble.