Tang Zhixia gasped, "Sister Mei, where are you thinking?"
"What? Isn't it what I thought? Mr. Xi isn't with you, right?"
"Sister Mei, we haven't reached that point yet!" Tang Zhixia retorted while buried in the quilt.
Li Mei was a little surprised and said, "No way! Zhixia, you stay with Mr. Xi every day, and you can still bear it until now? I really admire you." Li Mei stopped teasing her and got down to business, "That Ruibao
The pavilion prepared the annual celebration half a month ago, do you have time to come and participate?"
"Really? Then I want to come." Tang Zhixia was very interested in going.
"Okay, by the way, I would like to ask if Mr. Xi has time to attend. This is what Vice President Li Yang asked me to ask you." Li Mei said.
Li Yang is Ruibao Pavilion's external superior. Tang Zhixia usually doesn't see him much, but Ruibao Pavilion is so glorious that he is indispensable.
"Okay, then let me ask."
"This time we organized it on a larger scale and invited our spokespersons and singers to come."
"Which singer will come?"
"The more famous ones include Wang Xinghao and Huang Qin."
Tang Zhixia immediately said expectantly, "I like Wang Xinghao very much."
After Tang Zhixia hung up the phone with Li Mei, she was in a good mood. The New Year's Eve was this Friday, two days before the Lunar New Year, and she didn't want to lose her job. Design was her lifelong hobby, and it was far more than just a job.
, but a dream.
Just like a star always wants to be on the most dazzling stage, she also hopes that her works will become treasures appreciated by others in the future, which will be an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
Tang Zhixia came to her son's room and found that his son was no longer in the room. She was embarrassed for a few seconds. It seemed that she was so lazy now that she was even worse than her son.
Tang Zhixia came to the kitchen and saw a warm breakfast. After eating, she went out to the garden and heard her son's laughter coming from the grass.
When she came over, she saw the little guy playing football again, with Xi Jiuchen wearing a gray sportswear accompanying him.
The man who can make sportswear look cool in comics is none other than Xi Jiuchen.
Tang Zhixia felt that this man had a really amazing figure.
When the little guy saw her coming, he immediately showed off his skills even harder. Tang Zhixia looked at his son with love and praise in his eyes and gave his son a thumbs up.
Xi Jiuchen also looked back at her. His black hair was blown by the wind, showing a messy look, but he looked even more youthful and sexy.
Tang Zhixia really didn't know whether to look at his son or him, but there was no doubt that his son was not as eye-catching as this man today.
Therefore, she felt a little sorry for her son. He was playing football so hard, but his mother was just staring at another man and being crazy.
Finally, the little guy ran over sweating and hugged her, "Mommy, do you think I play well?"
"Well, it's great." Tang Zhixia kissed him.
Xi Jiuchen came over and had a sweat towel in his hand. He very considerately replaced the one on the little guy's back. This kind of care made Tang Zhixia deeply moved and a little ashamed. She was also a mother.
I don't have such a delicate mind.
Tang Yuchen is like Xi Jiuchen's biological son. Every move he makes affects this man's thoughts. Because he cares, he thinks about how to treat him better.
The little guy changed into a sweat towel and ran to the stadium again. Xi Jiuchen sat down next to him. Tang Zhixia thought of the New Year celebration and asked him, "There will be a New Year celebration event at Ruibao Pavilion this Friday. Are you free to attend?"
"Well, Li Yang informed me that I don't have time." Xi Jiuchen turned around and said.
"Oh!" Tang Zhixia nodded, "Okay, then I'll go!"
Xi Jiuchen had just turned to look at the little guy. When he heard these words, he immediately turned to look at her again, "You want to go?"
