"Little uncle, daddy!" Xiaoxi had spent a day with him, and the two were already very familiar with each other. When she saw Han Wenbo, she quickly jumped off the quilt, ran over and held his hand, raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"
You came to see me, right?"
Han Wenbo knelt down, pinched Xiaoxi's pink cheeks, and said, "Yes, because the cute Xiaoxi left a very good impression on my little uncle and dad, so I can't wait to come see you."
Already."
"Thank you! Where's the little uncle? Why isn't he here?" She still has some impression of the little uncle who has a cold face all day long and lowers his head to study games, but he always likes to bully her, huh!
"He has to choose a school today. He will come to see you when he is free."
"Yeah!" Xiaoxi nodded happily.
She is optimistic by nature, and it seems that her mood is not affected at all by living in such a shabby wooden house, listening to the noisy noises outside, and eating such simple disappointments. She is always smiling, with two little pears on the corners of her mouth.
Uzumaki is so cute, and her happiness will unknowingly infect the people around her.
"Sit down, sit down, don't just stand, sit down and eat." Ling Yunming really didn't expect that his adopted daughter could become friends with such a well-known person as Han Wenbo, and he was very enthusiastic.
"Dad, you go ahead and eat. I'll... take him out to eat." Ling Tongyu was really embarrassed to let Han Wenbo, who was here for the first time, sit in such a place and eat such rough food.
He must be like Han Jifeng. Everything he eats is cooked with the most care by the most professional and top chefs. How could he get used to eating such coarse grains?
"No, let's go together." Unexpectedly, Han Wenbo took Xiaoxi and sat down with him, without any discomfort at all.
"Oh, Xiaoyu, Mr. Han doesn't mind you at all. What are you embarrassed to do? Let's eat together. Mr. Han, let's have a drink together?" Ling Yunming enthusiastically took out his Erguotou and invited him boldly.
"Thank you, I don't drink." Han Wenbo exuded a subtle elegance even in his movements and tone of refusal.
After eating a simple breakfast in a simple room, Han Wenbo drove Ling Tongyu and Xiaoxi, first sending Xiaoxi to school, and then driving Ling Tongyu to the company.
When he watched his daughter disappear from sight, Ling Yunming hurriedly walked back to the cabin, took out a small item hidden under the floor, put it in his arms, and then took out all his money from his pocket.
, a crumpled fifty-dollar sheet, some scattered five-dollar pieces, one-dollar pieces, and a few coins, less than a hundred dollars in total, were placed on the table, and then he walked out.
He walked to the door, looked back at the simple furnishings inside, and with a heartbeat, he said——
"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry! I think Mr. Han is a good man, he should take good care of you! Don't blame me for being cruel."
After saying that, he put on his hat, hunched over, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and left in a hurry!
However, Ling Tongyu, who was preparing to reset a home for her father, daughter and missing sister, did not realize at all that a bigger conspiracy was slowly approaching her.
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Han Wenbo's car.
Xiaoxi was still taking the time to draw the design draft. Ye Zhenzhen gave her a very heavy workload. She had no time to draw when she was in the company, so she had to make the most of her time commuting to and from get off work.
Han Wenbo held the steering wheel and turned his head to glance at Ling Tongyu, who was bowing his head and drawing hard. Along the way, he could hear the sound of her tearing paper.
"What's wrong? Didn't you find good material?"
Ling Tongyu sighed, rubbed his temples, and said, "I don't know what's wrong? I always felt like something was wrong when I was painting this time. I couldn't find the perfect feeling. Maybe it was because this disaster affected my mood. Suddenly I felt like there was something wrong with my life.
There is a very cruel side, and human power is very small."
Ling Tongyu suddenly felt a little frustrated.
"Perfection? Do you think the ultimate goal of clothing design is to pursue perfection?"
"...?" Ling Tongyu had a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Han Wenbo turned the steering wheel and drove onto the highway. He saw the Dahan Group in front of him.
He said: "I have always felt that no matter how much time and energy you spend in a clothing store, it should not look too perfect in the end. There should always be a small area that looks casual or even messy, so that everything looks better.
Don't look mean when you look up. There is no perfect person or perfect clothes, what do you think?"
"There are no perfect people, and there are no perfect clothes?" Ling Tongyu thought about Han Wenbo's words, then looked at the half-finished design draft in his hand, and fell into new thinking.
"We're here." Just as he was thinking about it, Dahan Group had already arrived.
Han Wenbo got out of the car first like a gentleman and opened the door. Ling Tongyu walked out of the car holding her bag. Han Wenbo's unintentional words just now seemed to have given her some new ideas.
"Uncle." At this time, a low and cold voice came from the side. When I looked up, it turned out to be Han Jifeng. He got out of the car in a wheelchair. The expression on his face was as usual, like a plaster. Wen Lei did his duty.
He stood behind him pushing a wheelchair.
Ling Tongyu suddenly felt uncomfortable thinking about leaving without saying goodbye. She nodded slightly and shouted, "President."
Shouldn't he stay at home to recuperate? Why did he come to the company so soon?
But Han Jifeng didn't seem to see her, his eyes never stopped on her body at all.
"Ji Feng..." Han Wenbo walked over and looked at his injured legs and feet, "Why don't you stay at home to recuperate? Just leave the company's affairs to others for the time being.
"Don't think of me as a disabled person. I'm just slightly injured. It's not a problem. I'm here, let's go in and have a look." Wen Lei pushed Han Jifeng to the front of Han Wenbo.
Han Wenbo raised his head and glanced at the building, with an imperceptible look flashing in his eyes, and said, "No, I still have things to do. See you in the evening." He patted Han Jifeng on the shoulder, and then looked at Ling Tongyu
I waved my hand and gave him a smile, then got in the car, and the car quickly left Dahan Group.
Han Jifeng was pushed by Wen Lei into the company lobby, and Ling Tongyu followed behind with her head lowered. She originally thought that Han Jifeng would ask her why she left without saying goodbye, but he didn't tell her until he entered the CEO's exclusive elevator.
After half a sentence, his expression was as if he didn't recognize her.
When Ling Tongyu watched his figure disappear in the elevator, she breathed a deep sigh of relief, pressed the elevator to the clothing department, and rushed to her office.
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Thanks to 94647736 for the gold medal (2 pieces), and Japanese boy 00 for the gold medal.