Punishment, yes, Song Chenyang wanted to punish the woman in his arms. When he thought of the scene where she was flirting with his first love in the corridor just now, Song Chenyang felt extremely uncomfortable!

Damn woman! His eyes darkened, and Song Chenyang bit Sui Xinlei's lips hard.

Instantly, the smell of blood filled each other's mouths. Is this man a dog? Why does he always like to bite people?

Stubborn and unconvinced, Sui Xinlei also bit back Song Chenyang's lips hard.

Just as the entanglement between the two people became more and more intense, a joking voice suddenly rang in the living room:

"Second brother, are you too impatient?"

The sudden sound that sounded in the living room brought this bloody entanglement to an abrupt end, and then Sui Xinlei and Song Chenyang turned their heads to look at the entrance.

Song Ximin was half leaning against the wall on one side, looking at Sui Xinlei and Song Chenyang who were still hugging each other with a little interest in her eyes. In her right hand, she was holding a high-heeled shoe that she had just replaced.

It was so embarrassing and shameful! If there had been a crack in the ground at that time, Sui Xinlei would have cracked it without hesitation.

Thinking back to the scene last night, Sui Xinlei really didn't want to remember it. But the memory happened to be so clear:

Of course she remembered Song Ximin's eyes full of ambiguity. What she wanted to explain was stopped by her as if she was "understanding". She said she understood everything; she said it was a natural expression of deep love.

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What made Sui Xinlei even more annoyed was that Song Ximin finally approached Song Chenyang with a meaningful smile and "kindly reminded": It would be more appropriate to close the door for such things in the future.

After saying that, the little girl giggled and entered the room with a bad smile on her face. Only Song Chenyang, who had a calm face, as if nothing had happened, and Song Chenyang, whose cheeks were already red and embarrassed, were left behind.

Alone in the living room.

"Roar", Sui Xinlei was extremely depressed and let out a low roar in her heart. Because of what happened last night, she was not at work all day today.

No, we can't let this state continue. Sui Xinlei stood up, picked up the cup on the desk and walked to the tea room. Maybe a cup of coffee can adjust her mood.

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Coming back from the tea room, Sui Xinlei unexpectedly saw a large bouquet of roses on her desk. The packaging of the roses was very beautiful. Most of the dozens of pink roses in the exquisite wrapping paper were in bloom, and some were still in bud.

Flower bones, among these pink roses, are dotted with some baby's breath scattered here and there.

There was a small card sandwiched in the middle of the roses. Sui Xinglei reached out and pulled the card out from the flowers, and then opened it. There were only four simple words: Happy every day!

There was no signed card. Sui Xinlei frowned in confusion. Who sent the flowers?

Just as Sui Xinlei was thinking about the big bouquet of roses in front of her, the phone rang. When she picked up the receiver, it was the internal line:

It turned out that Lu Nianchen was going to hold a meeting.

Sui Xinlei temporarily put away her doubts, put the bouquet aside and went to the conference room.

The theme of the meeting turned out to be the jewelry design competition that Song Ximin participated in, and "ture story" took over the media promotion of this design competition.

“This design competition is international, and many well-known international jewelers and first-line designers in the jewelry industry will participate, so we all must work hard to make this publicity work the best it can be.

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Lu Nianchen sat in the center of the conference table. His whole body was leaning forward. He supported the elbows of his hands on the conference table. He also held a silver pen in his right hand. When he spoke, he also

Shake the pen in your hand from time to time.

He is always so serious about his work, never slacking off or slacking off. There is something called "ambition" occupying his eyes, and he looks at the things in front of him with such concentration and devotion

Documentation information:

"Okay, now you are familiar with the process and details of this jewelry design competition, and then we will arrange the publicity work for this jewelry design competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, the only sound of "rustling" flipping through materials could be heard in the conference room.
Chapter completed!