Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Qianxia smiled and stroked the hair around her ears at will. Her jaw dropped slightly. Her delicate face precipitated pure beauty. A shallow smile was amazing and moving.

In Britain, she is used to this kind of life. She can chat freely and even be ambiguous.

A person's change completely subverts the former self. Even if she still retains a former heart at the bottom of her heart, change is change. She will never be the Tang qianxia who bound herself in the past.

But just in front of strangers.

"I want to invite pansy to dinner, but I'm afraid count Hill will kill you!" Jay smiled, glanced at the new drawing on her desk and was stunned. "I remember you've never been in such a hurry. What's the matter this time?"

Qianxia was stunned, "hurry? Do I paint rough? "

"No, No." Jay quickly waved and explained, "I seldom see you draw three manuscripts in a day. Does the Duchess want you to make clothes, or do you have any other arrangements?"

Thinking of what the Duchess said that day, qianxia lowered her eyes and was silent.

"I was thinking that if there were more works, the fame would be higher." In that case, even if she is just a designer, she can enjoy a high honor.

"Why are you suddenly so aggressive?"

Qianxia smiled helplessly, "it's too low-key for me. I still like the feeling of being jealous!" Slowly lowered her eyes and saw the painting on the table, she seemed to be thinking, "I think the biggest market is still in China... If, if I go back..."

What happens if she goes back? She has no courage to think.

"China is definitely a big market. If you have this plan, you can consider cooperating with large groups in China. With your ability, you will become the most powerful designer in Asia in less than half a year. "

"Hehe, your words put too much pressure on me!" Qianxia was far fetched and smiled, "I'm a little hungry. I'll go down first."

Qianxia, who was in a trance, walked out of the office, stood in the elevator and looked at his reflection on the wall. As soon as her eyes stagnated, she suddenly felt a little strange. In addition to this face, even herself felt so strange.

With a "Ding", the innermost elevator opened the door.

Qianxia Shuer regained consciousness and walked into the elevator. The moment the elevator door closed. At the same time, another elevator door opened, and ye Shengyan in a silver gray suit strode out.

The sun came out of the window and crossed his beautiful face, which blurred his look.

Left, right.

Closing the elevator door and turning him, the two met again three years later.

Standing in front of the company named "creative", ye Shengyan stood still, and a pair of half closed demon eyes flashed a trace of excited red light. Finally, he came to the place where she worked. When he stopped here, he could even feel her breath in the air.

"Qianqian, long time no see!"

He looked forward to meeting her and seeing her throbbing because of him.

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"What a fool! I didn't even bring my wallet!" Qianxia, who came out of the elevator with a worried face, walked back and forth for a few minutes and suddenly felt very hungry.

Walking back to the company, she heard the conversation in the room. Her footsteps were slightly sluggish, and she subconsciously approached and stopped.

In Nuo Da's office, a tall and slender figure turned his back to her. Standing at her angle, he could only see the man's black hair line and perfect body line.