My CEO is as beautiful as a fairy

"I don't understand and don't want to understand. Don't tell me anything about you in the future." Ji MuQing seemed to hate me and even moved her body to the side.

I didn't give up. I took my cell phone and swayed in front of her. "Listen again, it's really Xiong Xiaoyun's voice. Also, listen carefully, there are birds singing in it."

Ji MuQing looked at me fiercely, and her eyes were about to come out. "No wonder you didn't go home the other night. It turned out that you didn't go to hide from Chu's house, but went to hang out with others. The grove, right? Well, you like the grove so much. You go to sleep in the grove every day and don't go to my house again."

holy crap

Why is it getting darker and darker?

I found myself stupid.

Ji MuQing has never seen Xiong Xiaoyun, let alone heard her voice. How can I let her listen to this recording? She can hear something.

I reluctantly put my mobile phone into my pocket and tried to pull Ji MuQing's hand. Ji MuQing glared at me, which made me afraid again.

"Look at you, am I that kind of person? Why don't you believe me at all? Besides, at that time, do you think I have the heart to do that kind of thing? Even if you give me a woman, I don't have that leisure and elegance."

I held the steering wheel with both hands. "I told you I was a warrior, don't you believe it. I went to the woods in those two days, but I went to exercise. I can solemnly tell you that I can't like other women in my life except you Ji MuQing."

Ji MuQing didn't even look at me. "The devil believes what you say."

"Ghosts can't believe it, but you have to believe it. I'm telling the truth."

Ji MuQing turned her head and looked at me. After a while, she retracted her head. "Your eyes are flickering. You lie at a glance."

what the hell!

What's the reason? I'm driving. Are my eyes still staring at the front?

"I'm so sad, really sad, even if you don't believe me, you misunderstand me." I'm sad, and I wish I could squeeze out two more tears.

Ji MuQing still looked out of the window and didn't bother to look at me. "Don't pretend. Even if you cry, I won't believe you. I only believe what I hear and see."

"Don't you know that sometimes what your eyes see may not be true, and what your ears hear may not be true?"

"Hum."

Ji MuQing ignored me directly.

I sighed, really want to cry without tears.

The car swayed and finally reached the cutting-edge. Ji MuQing pushed open the door and went down. I parked the car and chased it out, but I found that she had walked to the door of the company.

This woman really can't offend.

I'm in big trouble this time.

I ran up. Fortunately, I was fast enough to catch up with her in the hall.

Before I could explain, I met Liu Ruiying first.

Liu Ruiying greeted me warmly, "Zhao Suo, don't forget to come to my house this weekend."

Ji MuQing, who was walking aside, immediately stopped and stared at me.

I can't speak quickly, "Sister Liu, what's the mess you're adding at this time?"

"Well, why did I make trouble? Didn't you promise me to go to my house this weekend to help my children with their homework?"

"Why didn't you say that earlier?"

Ji MuQing was angry and left.

Liu Ruiying looked confused and forced, "I said, cut, what the hell."

I hurried to catch up. Fortunately, the elevator didn't come down. Ji MuQing was still waiting for the elevator.

The hall is not far from the elevator entrance. Ji MuQing must have heard my dialogue with Liu Ruiying.

I walked over with a smile, "Xiao Qing, you heard what sister Liu said just now. She asked me to make up lessons for her children. It doesn't mean anything else."

Ji MuQing put her hands around her chest, held her head high and held her chest up. "Do I mean anything else?"

This

You're so good at throwing the pot.

"No, I misunderstood. I was careless."

Did you look like you were going to eat me just now?

But doesn't that mean she has me in her heart and cares about me?

It's worth being misunderstood.

The elevator door finally opened, and Ji MuQing and I entered the elevator together.

Because I am a part-time designer, the company did not arrange an independent office for me. I can only share one with other designers.

The design department is in the building and Ji MuQing is in the building. It's a long distance from the building, but I also think it's so far.

"Mr. Ji, why don't I take the drawings to draw?" I really don't want to stay alone with those nerds.

Ji MuQing stretched out an index finger and shook it. "The company has company regulations. If everyone is like you, what else should they do?"

Alas, it's really bad to offend a woman. She's never said anything about breaking the rules before.

Just wait until she's relieved.

I came out of the building and waved goodbye to Ji MuQing.

There are few people in the design department. It is not easy to find reliable and talented designers in China. Since the fake designer was expelled, the designer's seat has been empty, and the rest are interns, mostly just graduated from college.

I've been in the position of cutting-edge designer for so long and haven't officially met these people.

A total of three people, a fair skinned man with glasses, looked at Sven Wen. A round face, a short character, but a crazy face, and a thin and tall one, about one meter nine, like a telegraph pole.

After I came in, the man with glasses looked up at me with a smile on his face, "Hello, are you..."

"I'm a part-time designer of your company, Zhao Suo." I walked in.

The man wearing glasses showed an expression of ecstasy, "Zhao Suo? Designer Zhao? I buy GA, is it really you?"

As he spoke, he looked at me up and down.

He got up from his chair excitedly and looked at me up and down like a monster. "God, you are too young. You look about my age. You are so young and have such high design talent. How do you do it? Teach me."

The guy looked gentle, but he didn't expect to talk.

I waved casually, "how to teach talent? It's innate. However, if you read more fashion magazines and broaden your horizons, these things will naturally develop."

At this time, another tall and thin man came over and said, "master Zhao, tell me quickly. What kind of magazines do you usually read?"

I rattled out some famous foreign magazines. These two people thought it was not enjoyable to listen, and took out a small book to remember.

At this time, the short and fat guy snorted coldly, with a great expression, "I say you two have no vision, but you are a guy who can copy. What talent do you have?"

"Xiao Wang, you can't say that. Looking for the clothes designed by the master just draws on some other people's elements. Most of the themes are designed by him and can't be regarded as plagiarism. Besides, ADAR doesn't authorize the authority of the theme to our company. We just want to take nature as the theme."

The man called Xiao Wang picked up the nail clipper in the pen holder and trimmed it slowly. "Then you don't have to boast so high. He's just good at using other people's things into his own, and it's not entirely his own."

What else did the man with glasses want to say? I reached out and stopped him, "don't pay attention to him, just a loser."

The fat man stood up and stared at me angrily, "you... Who do you say is a loser?"

"Say you, what's the matter?"

"I graduated from Yanjing fashion design with a master's degree. You... You say I'm a loser? You're a loser. Your whole family is a loser." the fat man's angry cheeks bulged and his stomach bulged.

I smiled and said calmly, "you see, only a jerk is afraid of being called a jerk. Don't you think so?"

"You..."

The fat man patted the table angrily, "boy, what's the difference in just talking Kung Fu? Dare you compare it with me?"

"You don't deserve it."

I shouted.

The fat man is itchy. I think he has my heart after eating, "Hehe, I don't deserve it? I don't think you dare. What's so remarkable about you? You changed designer Wu's design drawing, and luckily made the work shortlisted? You designed several sets of works close to nature? Look, here are my design drawings. I designed more than a dozen pieces in one night, each of which is not important. The most important thing is that these are my own thoughts I don't want to learn from anyone. Do you dare to compare your things with mine? I'm afraid they will be turned into slag as soon as they are taken out? "

It's too much for this guy to try to excite me.

In terms of the ability to appreciate clothes, I guess few people in the whole Chinese country can compare with mine.

I have seen more than 20 large-scale international competitions. In terms of appreciation ability, it is first-class.

You are just a master graduated from Yanjing University. You are short-sighted. You think you can travel all over the world by relying on the knowledge in books?

If you don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know the greatness of heaven and earth.

"Well, let's give a theme at random, two people design it within a limited time, and then let the whole company score. Whoever scores high will win. How about it?"

The fat man thought his method worked and smiled proudly, "well, who's afraid of who. For the sake of fairness, let them make a theme. Let's grab one of them and design it for an hour. How about?"

"An hour." I put my head on one hand.

The fat man was very proud. "Why? Afraid? If you think one hour is not enough, I'll give you two hours, three hours or ten hours. But I only have one hour."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I think one hour is too long. I still have a lot of things to do. It's better that I only need ten minutes. Well, these ten minutes, one minute is for sharpening pencils, two minutes for coloring, three minutes for drawing backgrounds, and the remaining four minutes are reluctantly used for design."

Four minute design?

Four minute design!

The fat man must have scolded me in his heart. This forced pretending is really fucking

Do you really think you are a design genius and can draw a design drawing for any topic in four minutes?

Even if I could draw it, he also decided that the things I drew must belong to others, which can not be regarded as design at all.

At that time, he would make a mockery of me.