Wei Jia's eyes flickered, then he kept smiling and turned his head.
"Are you shy?"
Li Xiaofeng was somewhat provocative, and stretched out his fingers to lift Wei Jia's chin. His eyes were sparkling, and his red lips were stained with strong-colored wine, making him look stunning.
She is not sentimental, but she is not opposed to two people sharing joy when their feelings are budding. Moreover, she feels that Wei Jia should not be so conservative in this regard. Today, they have dated more than a dozen times, and they have not even kissed.
Never before.
The two stared at each other for a while, and Wei Jia suddenly laughed, patted the armrest of the chair, and whispered: "Xiao Feng, I'm sorry."
Li Xiaofeng's smile froze little by little, but her fingers were still picking up his chin, staring at him and asking: "What did you say?"
Wei Jia gently pulled down her finger, patted it in her palm, and said with a smile: "I mean, I'm not sure yet whether we can go on. It's best... to keep a little distance, so as not to hurt your brother."
Get angry."
"He is him and I am me. Tell the truth, do you like Ran Mi? I saw the look in your eyes when you looked at her at night. I want to know now, is it because she looks like your wife or because she is
she?"
Wei Jia's smile also disappeared. He stared at her for a while and whispered: "I don't know, really, it's just that... I feel very relaxed when she stands in front of me."
"Isn't it easy to see me?" Li Xiaofeng pressed.
"Well, you are a ball of fire..."
"Can't melt you?"
Wei Jia couldn't resist anymore. He touched his chin and looked up at her, as if he was considering how to answer this.
"It's really not easy for me to challenge you." Li Xiaofeng's tone was a bit sarcastic, he held his hands in front of his chest, crossed his legs, and said lightly: "Wei Jia, I don't hope you accept me for any purpose.
If you really don't like me, get out now."
In just three seconds, Wei Jia stood up and left.
The tall figure was elongated diagonally by the light, and was soon blocked by the door at the other end of the world.
Li Xiaofeng rubbed her face vigorously, picked up the wine glass on one side, shook it, drank it in one gulp, and then pressed the remote control. A song came from the screen. She put it down casually, and it was "The Lion King".
She stared at the flashing pictures on the screen, her eyes gradually became sore...
In fact, it's no big deal, never started, never talked about the end...
Xiao Di was still asleep, and Wei Jia's car had slowly driven out of Li Yichuan and Ran Mi's love nest.
He is rarely so impulsive, but at this time he can no longer hold on. No matter how thick a person's heart is, there will always be a time when it is pierced hard by a sharp needle. At this time, light will leak in, and
Moist blood will flow out.
Li Yichuan is the needle, Ran Mi is the light, and his feelings are the blood.
He pulled out a thin black leather rope from his neck, with a golden hollow key hanging on it. It was very small. He held it for a while, pulled it off hard, threw it under the car seat, and stepped on the accelerator under his feet.
, and drove straight into the pouring rain.
After a while, Li Xiaofeng's car also left. The roar of the motor overwhelmed the sound of the rain.
"Hey, where are the two of them going so late?" Ran Mi heard the noise, got up, lay on the window and looked, curiously asking.
"I don't know, go to sleep." Li Yichuan turned over and opened his eyes.
"I hope it goes well, Xiao Feng is not young anymore." She walked back, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up her phone and checked the time.
"Fuck you, you have so many worries, just take care of yourself." Li Yichuan stretched out his hand to pull her.
"Aren't you also worried about her? However, I think besides being married and having a son, Wei Jia is a good match for Xiao Feng in other aspects. It's just that Xiao Feng may be too enthusiastic and Wei Jia is not used to it." Ran
Mi lay down, murmured in a low voice, yawned loudly again, turned over, and fell asleep with her back to Li Yichuan.
Li Yichuan picked up his phone from the pillow and glanced at the time. It was one thirty-seven in the morning. He frowned slightly and sent a short message.
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In the sweet conference room, two huge star trees were standing quietly. On the second day of Christmas, the first star Christmas limited edition jewelry designed by sweet - "Star of Love" was officially launched and accepted for exclusive customization.
You can engrave your lover's name on the gold beads and leave it among the hollow stars, which means: surrounded by love.
Because of the promotion of the hollow rose model when Ran Mi got married, this necklace immediately became a craze once it was launched, with more than a thousand orders received on the first day.
Their company is taking the route of high-end customers, opening studios for a few people, and doing private customization. Those who enter the mall also take the high-end route.
"The star of love...the miracle of love..." Paul put down the performance report and said excitedly: "It seems that we can launch other products soon."
Sweet's products include jewelry, home clothes and bags. Wei Jia is very famous in the jewelry design circle. He is also very popular with women and maintains good relationships with customers. This is another reason why Sweet Star can sell well.
One reason.
Ran Mi knocked gently on the glass door, and Wei Jia turned around to look, with a smile on his face.
"I thought you weren't coming." He came over in person and opened the glass door. His dark blue shirt and the exquisitely engraved buttons on the cuffs glowed darkly. His newly cut hair was short, and his face looked good.
Going up is more resolute.
"I heard that you are the big winners, how could I not join in the fun?" Ran Mi smiled and walked into the conference room.
The design draft of the new product was placed on the table, and the translator next to Paul laughed at him until his face turned red.
"You came just in time, so we have a good understanding." Paul's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he directly dragged her to his side, holding his design draft, and asked her to explain his design to everyone.
This series of pajamas designed by Paul also belongs to the "Star of Love" series.
Ran Mi quickly flipped through it, sat down, and became Paul's translator. Translation is a job that cannot be done mechanically. You have to find the most appropriate way of expression when changing the two contexts. Ran Mi is very good at language.
She has a good talent, and she has learned languages very quickly since she was a child. These days, in order to distract Xiaomeng, I watch original cartoons from various countries with her and teach her foreign languages, so she has picked up the unfamiliar languages.
This kind of cross-border cooperation, where Chinese and foreign designers work together, would be really difficult without effective communication. Paul's forehead was sweating. He took out a white handkerchief, wiped it gently, and then took out another
A stack of design drafts came. However, no matter how fast Paul spoke, she could keenly capture the true meaning he wanted to express.
Wei Jia folded his arms and leaned against the glass door, looking at her with a soft light in his blue eyes.
"Mr. Wei, Ms. Zhao is here to see you." The secretary came in and whispered in his ear.
Wei Jia frowned, turned around and saw Zhao Jing standing in the corridor with a long face, looking at him coldly.
He frowned and whispered: "Let her go down first, I will contact her later."
Just as the secretary was about to go out, Ran Mi happened to turn around and looked over. When she saw Zhao Jing, she waved to her.
Zhao Jing also saw Ran Mi, with some hesitation on his face, and forced a smile.
Wei Jia turned his head following her gaze and met Ran Mi's eyes. His heart sank. He quickly opened the door and walked out. He strode to Zhao Jing and whispered, "Come with me."
Zhao Jing followed him, and the two of them went to his office. He closed the door and immediately accused in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Let me ask you, why did the hospital stop my husband's medicine?" Zhao Jing immediately asked him through gritted teeth.
"Don't forget, I gave you the first installment of money because you agreed to cooperate. Now that you've gone back on your word, of course I have to terminate the contract. You can go to him and ask for the money." Wei Jia turned his head, his eyes indifferent.
"You tried so hard to find me, but I didn't want to cooperate, so you made things difficult for me at every turn, making it impossible for me to continue doing business in my hometown. You did so many things just for..."
Zhao Jing became more and more excited, and when her voice became louder, Wei Jia immediately raised his hand to cover her lips.
After a few seconds, Ran Mi's voice sounded outside.
"Wei Jia, are you in there?"
The two of them were silent for a while. Wei Jia stared at Zhao Jing and lowered his voice so that only each other could hear him, "Vivian, you have to understand whether you want your husband to be cured or not. Apart from me, what else can you do now?
"
He said, shaking the phone in his hand.
Zhao Jing's face turned even paler, her husband's illness simply couldn't stand the torment.
"Go inside and turn on the water." Wei Jia pointed to the bathroom and whispered.
Zhao Jing strode in.
On the Mediterranean-style carpet, there were a few faint marks left by her steps. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to find any clues.
After the sound of water stopped, Wei Jia opened the door and looked at Ran Mi with a smile.
Ran Mi peeked into the room and whispered, "I thought you had guests."
"You mean Miss Zhao? She came to discuss business. I asked Peter to take her there. I was just in the bathroom." Wei Jia opened the door wide, turned sideways, pointed to the unique sky blue sofa in the room and said, "Come in and sit down.
Sit down."
"No, Paul said that he and I would go to the studio to see the finished product. Will you go? I have something else to talk to you about." Ran Mi glanced at the direction of the bathroom, looked away, and said softly.
"If it's Xiao Feng's business, I won't go. If it's not, I'll go with you to have a look and listen to your opinion." He put one hand on the door with a wry smile on his lips.
"I just want to ask you if you can help us make a free New Year celebration logo souvenir. Huh? Did you really quarrel with Xiao Feng?" Ran Mi was startled, staring into his eyes and whispered.
"This..." Wei Jia was stunned for half a second, then smiled bitterly, slapped his forehead, and whispered: "I'm so sentimental, I thought you were here because of Xiao Feng's business."
"By the way, where did you two go on Christmas Eve? If so, just pretend I didn't ask..." Ran Mi covered her lips and smiled, clearly thinking that the two of them went to have fun.
"I went home, and so did she..." Wei Jia closed the door and pointed to Paul who was looking at his watch in the corridor with an impatient look on his face: "Let's go first, he will bite when he is anxious.
"
"You're the only one who knows how to bite people." Paul understood, Bai Xi pulled her thin face, turned around and left.
Wei Jia and Ran Mi walked side by side to the elevator and whispered: "Xiao Feng and I have too different personalities. We tried to get along, but it still didn't work. It's my fault. I originally wanted to give Xiao Di a complete family. Xiao Feng
She is very good to Xiaodi and is good at taking care of children, but if we really want to be a couple, we still can’t do it without love. I will apologize to her properly for this matter."
Ran Mi turned to look at him and asked in a low voice: "Do you still miss your wife? Is there any chance of reconciliation?"
"It's impossible." Wei Jia smiled, gently pressed the elevator door, and asked her to go in first.
The employees in the elevator had naturally stood apart, with the three of them standing in the middle, Ran Mi in the middle, and the two of them on both sides.
"Are we the flower protectors?" Paul leaned over and smiled at Wei Jia.
"It's not your turn." Ran Mi sneered and turned to look outside the elevator door. The door gradually closed and she saw Zhao Jing slowly walking over. She quickly pressed the elevator door and said with a smile: "Hey, Zhao Jing
The lady is still outside, waiting for her."
Zhao Jing's steps slowed down, then she smiled and walked into the elevator.
Ran Mi moved aside a little, letting her stand next to Wei Jia to prevent Paul from suddenly having a mysophobia attack and making things difficult for others.
Zhao Jing smoothed her hair and thanked her softly.
"Ms. Zhao, I asked Mr. Lin to bring you the cup. I'm so sorry."
Ran Mi looked at her. She was wearing a lavender purple trench coat today, which made her look a little more melancholy.
"It's okay, it's just a cup. Mr. Ran is too polite." Zhao Jing tilted her face slightly and straightened her back.
Ran Mi patted her arm and smiled, "Don't call me Mr. Ran. It's too awkward. There are bosses everywhere now. When you walk on the street and call Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, people across the street will turn around and agree."
bite……
When the elevator arrived, the two ladies got out first, and then the others followed.
"See you another day." Ran Mi waved to her, greeting her driver and bodyguard, and her spy Xiaozhuang, who were sitting in the lobby waiting for her.
Xiaozhuang glanced at a few people before going out and driving over.
Zhao Jing looked at Ran Mi, then at Wei Jia, and finally pursed her lips, forced a smile, and left.
"What business is she talking about?" Ran Mi looked at her back and asked Wei Jia curiously.
"Oh, I want to make a batch of souvenirs." Wei Jiashun replied.
"It's strange, their company has just started now and the situation is not very good. How come they have the funds to do this? What kind of souvenirs are they? Have you opened up mass merchandise?" Ran Mi frowned and said in confusion.
"I don't know, she said she was making a batch of clavicle chains, maybe for dressing." Wei Jia said lightly.
Ran Mi nodded thoughtfully. To start a new company, all aspects of management are indispensable. This is possible.
"When is your company's New Year's celebration?" Wei Jia suddenly asked.
"It will be held on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, in the hotel downstairs of our company. We have to stagger the time with other big companies to avoid conflicts." Ran Mi whispered.
"Then I will make you a perfume sweater chain." Wei Jia nodded and said softly.
"Really? It's great." Ran Mi smiled happily and took sweet Wei Jia's things as souvenirs. They must be very high-end.
"Thank you. If it weren't for your sweet wedding photos, our first jewelry would not have succeeded."
Wei Jia also smiled, his brows bathed in the spring breeze.
Paul listened impatiently and had already got in the car. Wei Jia stayed with Ran Mi and waited for Xiaozhuang to drive over before getting into the car.
Ran Mi got in the car, thinking about Zhao Jing's expression, and felt something was wrong. After hesitating for a while, she dialed Zhao Jing's number. It rang for a long time before the call was answered.
"Miss Ran."
"Ha, don't be so polite," Ran Mi smiled and looked up ahead. The car had stopped. The front was jammed with traffic. Traffic is a flaw in this city. She frowned and turned to look out the car window, softly
She said, "Just call me Ran Mi."
"The name is really nice."
"Thank you. I just want to tell you that I know the boss of Sweet very well and can help you negotiate some discounts. By the way, you want to buy a perfume chain. I have some good-looking styles that I can recommend to you."
"Thank you, I want to make some constellation clavicle chains and give them to some big distributors." Zhao Jing's voice was very calm.
Ran Mi drew a circle on the car window with her finger, then added two leaves to form an apple, and said with a smile: "Oh, the clavicle chain is very good. If there is anything you need help with, please tell me."
"
"Thank you, you are so enthusiastic." Zhao Jing thanked her and hung up the phone.
Ran Mi thought for a while and felt that she was making a fuss. Just because someone else's company is in bad shape, you can't buy high-end gifts for others.
[PS: There will be a 15,000-word update tomorrow.]