Chen Zheng talked a lot, and Tang Zhixi felt like there were two Gu Xia buzzing in her ears along the way. At one point, she was jumping around like crazy on the edge of running out of patience.
Finally arriving at the entrance of Feng Shang Hotel, as soon as the car stopped, Tang Zhixi hurriedly got out of the car and walked to the company without saying a word.
No need for the fifty yuan.
But Chen Zheng obviously had no intention of letting her go. After parking the car, he caught up with Tang Zhixi before she entered the company.
"Miss Tang, wait for me."
Tang Zhixi stopped and looked at him, then said patiently, "Can you be quiet?"
"You like to be quiet." Chen Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll shut up."
"Sister, come to the company." Song Anrou's voice sounded from behind the two of them.
Both of them turned and glanced back.
Song Anrou smiled obediently and walked over on high heels. Tang Zhixi took one look and entered the company directly.
"Hey, Tang Zhixi."
Fengshang Entertainment has access control in front of the elevator, and you can only enter by swiping your card.
As soon as Chen Zheng turned his head, Tang Zhixi swiped his card and entered. He didn't even catch up. He even called out his name in a hurry. But Tang Zhixi went straight into the elevator.
"Mr. Chen." Song Anrou also came over at this time and said hello to Chen Zheng.
"Miss Song." Chen Zheng said politely.
"Come to the company with your sister." Song Anrou glanced towards the elevator.
"Yeah." Chen Zheng lost his playful and smiling expression on the way, "Miss Song is here to find her fiancé?"
The smile on Song Anrou's face froze for a moment, but it passed quickly, and she whispered softly: "Well, he has been a little busy these days, let me come and take a look."
Chen Zheng didn't say anything, but just glanced in the direction of the elevator again.
Seeing this, Song Anrou said thoughtfully: "Master Chen, do you want to go in? I can take you in to find my sister."
"No." Chen Zhengdao, "She has to work. It's inconvenient for me to go over and disturb her. Just wait for her here."
Song Anrou nodded, was silent for a while and said: "Mr. Chen, my sister has been in the country since she was a child. She doesn't study well, and her temper is sometimes difficult to control. I hope that Mr. Chen can take more care of her."
Chen Zheng finally looked at her, with no emotion on his face, and said, "Miss Song is quite concerned about her sister."
"She is my sister after all." Song Anrou lowered her head and smiled, raising her hand to comb her hair, "and my sister grew up in the countryside, had no education, and had not been exposed to so many people. Suddenly she came to a place like this, and she was burdened with
With such a reputation as an illegitimate daughter, of course I, as a younger sister, have to help her more."
Listening to her caring tone, Chen Zheng looked at her and said nothing.
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?" Seeing that he kept looking at her, Song Anrou couldn't help but feel a little hot on her face.
Chen Zheng chuckled lightly and said, "It's nothing. Miss Song, please go in quickly. The two of us have been standing here for a long time, and someone will misunderstand us."
"Yes, when I think of my sister, I forget about time." Song Anrou said softly.
"Since Miss Song likes Zhixi so much, I think Miss Song will be very happy when Mr. Song holds the recognition banquet." Chen Zhengdao.
Song Anrou's smile was stiff this time: "Yes, yes."
"We will do it as soon as possible." Chen Zheng said with a smile, "As soon as Zhixi accepts my intention, I will let Mr. Song take her home gracefully. Then Miss Song will not have to worry so much about Zhixi."
Song Anrou couldn't laugh at all and said hurriedly: "I'm going to find An Ting first. Mr. Chen can do it himself."
Chen Zheng watched Song Anrou disappear in the elevator, chuckled, turned around and sat on the sofa in the lobby, waiting for Tang Zhixi.
**
Tang Zhixi took the elevator up, and met An Ting as soon as she got out of the elevator. She looked at An Ting with no expression, and An Ting was stunned for a moment when he saw her.
"Come to the company." Antin chose a non-nutritious opening line.
But Tang Zhixi still responded.
"Well, I asked you to come here last time. I hid it from you in advance, I'm sorry." An Ting said.
Tang Zhixi said nothing.
"Well, I think Uncle Song also intends to take you home. It's better to be able to go back than to be outside." An Ting said, "Of course, it depends on you. I didn't think about this matter, and I didn't handle it well.
, I apologize to you."
"Um."
Because of his father, An Ting always didn't know how to get along with Tang Zhixi when he faced her, so he said awkwardly: "Then I'll go up first."
Antin's office is upstairs.
"Um."
After he left, Tang Zhixi went directly to the conference room.
Pushing the door open, there was another little girl besides Zhou Kening. She should be the assistant that Zhou Kening had found for her.
"Zhixi, you're here."
The little girl stood up immediately, and when she saw Tang Zhixi, she gasped and held her breath.
All I can think about is how could there be such a good-looking person.
Tang Zhixi's eyes passed over the little girl, and then stopped on Zhou Kening. Zhou Kening was a little thinner than last time she saw her, and even with makeup, her face looked a little bad.
Obviously very lack of energy.
"Sister Ning."
"Here, let me introduce you." Zhou Kening said, "Her name is Jiang Nian. She is a senior student at Yancheng University and is currently in the internship stage. She majors in cultural industry management."
Tang Zhixi looked at her.
Jiang Nian's appearance is not one that makes people feel beautiful at a glance, but she is very attractive and the more she looks at her, the cuter she becomes.
She was wearing very plain, simple sportswear, and her sleeves were a little fluffy from the washing.
Very clean and very capable.
Tang Zhixi's aura was really hard to get close to, and Jiang Nian felt a little embarrassed: "Xi, hello, sister Xi. You can call me Nian Nian."
"Hello." Tang Zhixi looked away, "Just her."
Jiang Nian pinched his hand with some excitement.
"Okay." Zhou Kening said with a smile, "I also think Nian Nian is very good."
Jiang Nian smiled shyly.
Zhou Kening said: "Sit down, both of you. I have something else to say."
Tang Zhixi sat down and looked at her.
"Rumors say that 'Dian Jing' needs to find a spokesperson from China." Zhou Kening said, "Recently, many artists are eyeing the official Doan Jing."
"Who?" Tang Zhixi's originally very calm expression suddenly showed a hint of surprise.
"Finding the point." After Zhou Kening finished speaking, he added, "Oh, you haven't understood much about it. Nian Nian, do you know?"
Jiang Nian nodded and said: "Dianjing is a top luxury accessories brand. It is the only domestic brand among the top ten luxury accessories brands in the world. The founder is Yan Qi and the chief designer is Jiutian."
Tang Zhixi: "."
“The meaning of ‘the finishing touch’ is to make every accessory play the finishing touch.”
Zhou Kening was very satisfied with Jiang Nian and couldn't help but nodded Su.
Tang Zhixi twitched the corners of her mouth expressionlessly.
"Yan Qi's designs were already well-known internationally at that time. The emergence of Jiutian Designer three years ago directly helped Dianjing gain a foothold internationally and become one of the top ten brands."
Tang Zhixi saw Jiang Nian staring at stars.
"And the design styles that are the finishing touch are very varied. Most of them are relatively traditional and focus on traditional culture. They integrate the trend with the tradition and use tradition to guide the trend. Occasionally, there are also some very Western designs."
Tang Zhixi listened quietly to Jiang Nian's praise of her eyes, her expression gradually becoming numb.
Duan Nian and Jiang Nian had a collision of names.
In fact, Duan Nian has another name, but when I wrote about him, I didn’t have my notebook with me, so I made up a name.
And Jiang Nian had chosen the name for the little assistant very early. I only discovered it today when I looked at my notebook.