After much hesitation, Qingchi decided to tell Leng Tianming about the incident.
"boss--"
Leng Tianming raised his head and glanced at him, then his eyes fell on the document again, "You want to go to Africa!?"
So Qingchi turned around obediently, closed the door, stood outside and knocked again.
"Enter!"
Qingchi came in again with a dejected look. He put the design draft on the table, "Boss, I've found out. Her name is Jingjing, and she is the designer responsible for the decoration of your house!"
Leng Tianming sat on the leather chair, supporting his chin with one hand, his eyes changing unpredictably, "Designer...?" A confident smile appeared on the corner of Su'er's mouth, "Okay, I will take her to see the house tonight!
"
"Ah?" Qingchi raised his eyes and looked at Leng Tianming in surprise. With a look, he immediately understood, "I know!"
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At around eight o'clock in the evening, Anjing appeared at the Baiyun Bay Villa.
She was about to get off work, but Manager Wang suddenly sent me such a task. She didn't agree to it at first, but Manager Wang said that she could have a day off tomorrow, so she came.
In fact, most of the villas here are decorated, but Anjing can't understand why this person still wants to decorate. Does he like European style so much?
She took out a key. Manager Wang gave it to her, saying it would make it easier for her to get in and out.
As soon as he opened the door, Anjing looked at the decoration inside. This is almost habitual for a designer.
In fact, Jingjing likes European design very much, but that's only in terms of design. If she goes according to her ideas, her home in the future will definitely be romantic, with purple and white.
Jing Jing walked in slowly and looked around. This was her first case back in China. She had to do it well and save money to take her son to Las Vegas.
Suddenly, a discordant sound came over, mixed with the sound of saliva entangled, Quiet was stunned for a moment, could there be people living here?
She turned back and looked at a bedroom in front of her, and slowly moved towards it.
"Well... I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, ah, please be gentle..." A woman moaned in the room.
The door was ajar, and Anjing moved there step by step, her face a little pale. Six years ago, she was in the same situation and witnessed her boyfriend having sex with another woman. Now Anjing felt unspeakably nervous.
"ah……"
"Well……"
The voices of a man and a woman spoke out at the same time.
And Jingjing stood at the door, watching stupidly, even forgetting that she was peeking.