A clear smile appeared on Xiang Yimo's gentle cheek, "Some people cover themselves not to hurt others, but to protect themselves." She didn't know why, but what she saw was not the weirdness of the man.
It's his sadness.
"Yimo, you are too kind, you don't know how dangerous society is!"
"So, I can't live under your protective wings all the time. It's not a bad thing to go out and explore!"
Yin Yate let out a long sigh. He tried his best, but still did not shake Xiang Yimo's determination, "Are you really going to do this?"
"Yes!" The tone was decisive, leaving no room for change.
"If you hit a wall, if you're bullied, if things don't go your way, come back to me right away!"
"Pfft!" Xiang Yimo let out a chuckle.
Yin Yate looked puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"
"It's like being a father's married daughter, and she can't stop talking!"
His face tightened, "I don't want to be your father!"
Xiang Yimo put away her smile and felt guilty in her heart. Apart from Nangong Han, she could not accept other men. Although he was no longer here, her longing for him became stronger and stronger like wine. For Yin Yate, she could only apologize
Let her down. Her delicate fingers gently caressed her little pink face. Looking at these two cute babies, her heart was already full.
"Miss emong, please wait here for a moment. The president will come to see you when he is done!" Before the secretary left, he couldn't help but look at Xiang Yimo a few more times, with disdain in his eyes.
Immediately, several secretaries were heard chattering outside.
"Did you see that, that is the famous emong designer!"
"Tch! Why are you so frustrated? It seems that God is fair. He gave you talent but not your looks."
"Look at her outfit, she is still living in the last century! Being a jewelry designer is simply a shame for this industry!"
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The sarcastic voice floated into Xiang Yimo's ears. She smiled calmly and didn't take it seriously. Her fair face did not cause any waves. Her outfit couldn't be safer for a single mother.
She will attract perverts and no other men will pursue her.
However, one Yin Yate was enough to give her a lot of trouble.
Tick tock—tick tock—
Time passed minute by minute, so slowly that it was panicking. Xiang Yimo kept looking at his watch, gradually losing his patience, standing up, and walking back and forth in the room.
This scene clearly appeared on Nangong Han's computer screen.
The sharp eyes are like a wild beast staring at its prey, quietly condensing strength, and bursting out the moment it swoops over.
"Once a fish falls into the net, it can never escape!" His sharp gaze was as sharp as a knife.
Nangong Han stood up suddenly, picked up the documents on the table, and walked straight to the door. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at his appearance in the glass mirror. He straightened his collar, brushed his short short hair, and walked away confidently and proudly.
go out.
"Click!" Nangong Han pushed the door open and walked in, "Sorry, I kept you waiting for so long!"
Xiang Yimo stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the vehicles as small as grains of sand speeding rapidly below, like thin lines quickly passing by. She slowly turned her head and squeezed out a faint smile, "I didn't wait long either.
"
Looking at her with sharp eyes, Nangong Han frowned.
It’s this damn outfit again!
Her whole body can't be seen on the screen. It's really disgusting to see her dressed up so close! The old-fashioned business attire is loose and baggy, draped loosely on her body, and the length of the skirt is below the knees.
, wearing a pair of flat shoes, her hair tied up meticulously, and her black-rimmed glasses could cover half of her face, and were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.
Women all over the world worked hard to make themselves beautiful, but she was better off and just turned herself into an ugly middle-aged Obasan. Nangong Han suppressed the urge to go up and take off her clothes.
"Miss emong, I really doubt that there is something wrong with your taste!"
Of course Xiang Yimo understood that he was referring to his own clothes, "The customers who buy my works also have a problem with their taste. Also, the people who appreciate me also have a problem with their taste!"
The person who appreciates her is not Nangong Han. This irony is used very cleverly.
She is still as sharp-tongued as ever, and this aspect has not changed at all. Nangong Han couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Xiang Yimo was puzzled. He even laughed after scolding him and asked casually, "What's so funny?"
"The way you are dressed, you don't look like the mommy of the Pentagon Ball, but you look like their grandma!"
"How I dress and dress up is my freedom! You have no control over it!"
Nangong Han threw the contract in his hand in front of her, "Are you satisfied with these conditions? If so, sign it now!"
Xiang Yimo opened the contract and looked at it carefully, one by one.
"You're looking too slow!" Nangong Han urged impatiently.
"A labor contract is similar to a contract of sale, so of course you have to read it carefully!"
"Sell yourself?" Nangong Han teased, "What? You want to sell yourself to me?"
Xiang Yimo curled his lips and muttered, "Boring!" He lowered his head and continued reading the contract.
"Don't worry, I won't trick you!" I will only trick you.
"The annual salary is so high?" Xiang Yimo was shocked. The salary offered by kaicilin was already the highest among her peers, but the salary offered by ym was actually twice as high.
"You're worth the price!" Hearing his tone, it really sounded like he was selling himself out. "Look, according to your request, this contract only lasts for one year." Nangong Han turned to the page and specifically pointed it out to her.
Xiang Yimo looked through it and found no requirements that required enough points, and the treatment was beyond her expectations, so she picked up a pen and signed her English name - emong.
The handwriting of Long Feifengwu is quite master-like.
Seeing her signing her name, Nangong Han's dark eyes quietly flashed a sly cold light, "YM's design department has just been established. From today on, you will be their head!"
"Start work today?"
"What, you want to go back to accompany that golden retriever?" Nangong Han felt angry when he thought of that man.
"He has a name, don't call him Golden Retriever!"
"I didn't call him Golden Retriever, that's polite enough!"