Chapter 102

Ling Xiaohan sighed and left the car key to the housekeeper.

"Yes, young master." The housekeeper saw the words on the window and went to the warehouse to pick up the car with a smile.

Before Ji Qianchen entered the company building, he asked rob to buy a mask and sunglasses for her.

When entering the company, Ji Qianchen came in wearing sunglasses and masks.

Noble style, international dress.

There was a lot of commotion in the company.

Many people think it's the big star who came to the company.

Ji Qianchen enters the design department. Little Yi is afraid to say hello to her, afraid to recognize the wrong person.

Ji Qianchen's face was cold, and she went straight into her office.

After entering the office, she took off her sunglasses and mask and took a breath of relief.

Before long, the design department broke into a man.

Ji Yanran, with her heavy make-up, stepped on hattian Gao and made a tour around the door of the design department. She didn't see the person she was looking for, so she grabbed all the designers busy with her work and asked, "what about Ji Qianchen?"

The people of the design department looked at Ji Yanran's arrogant and domineering appearance and shook their heads: "we don't know."

"Where is Ji Qianchen, who is not familiar with a department?"

Ji Yanran twisted her back and walked in, seeing that there was still an office inside.

Go and knock on the door.

"Ji Qianchen, are you in there?"

Hearing Jifei's voice, jiqianchen quickly put on his mask and prepared to fight.

No, Ji Yanran is looking for her. Why should she cover her lips? It's just to show her how much love she has with Ling Xiaohan.

After some deliberation, she pulled the mask off again.

"Come in."

Ji Yanran hears the permission and pushes the door in. Far from

, a pungent perfume came into her nose.

"Shut the door, what can I do for you?"

Ji Qianchen is languidly leaning on the chair, looking up at Ji Yanran.

Ji Yanran approached and looked down on Ji Qianchen from a high position? But what's the matter with your mouth? "

"I was kissed by my husband. Last night, it was hard to control my passion."

Ji Qianchen is holding his chin deliberately.

"Don't tell me. I don't want to hear it." Ji Yanran covers her ears, her red lips are shaking, and she is full of anger.

"If you don't want to hear me, I'll tell you more." Ji Qianchen's lips are hooked, and she smiles.

"That's enough, Ji Qianchen. Don't push any further. What about my clothes? I have an activity in the afternoon. As my designer, you don't send them to me in person, but you want me to pick them up. That's how you work?" Ji Yanran can't fight Ji Qianchen, so she has to turn off the topic and get down to business.

"Are you going to attend the event? Why didn't I get advance notice, so I didn't make the clothes. "

Ji Qianchen was surprised, frowning and shrugging.

"You I clearly sent you a message a few days ago about my attendance process. " Ji Yanran's face turned white and sharp fingernails pointed to Ji Qianchen.

Anger made her fingers tremble.

"Have you received it? My aunt came a few days ago. She was dying in bed and didn't have time to design clothes. "

Ji Qianchen leaned on the office chair and said frankly.

The swollen red lips move, like shouting in front of Ji Yanran.

"Why didn't you die of pain in bed? If you can't do it yourself, you won't give it to others. It's really bad luck for me to have you as a designer." Ji Yanran trembled with anger.

But for Ji Qianchen, her mad appearance is Ji Qianchen's most proud appearance.

Ji Yanran is her cousin and eldest uncle's daughter. She can't do anything about her, but she's still unharmed.

"I'm your designer just to make you unlucky, cousin. I'm sorry. I don't have any clothes to wear in the afternoon. I'm going to wear them naked."

Ji Qianchen has also been addicted to mouth. She has designed all her clothes. After all, she also wants to make her brand as famous as Ji Yanran.

"Ji Qianchen, you are really deceiving me. Be careful if I tell my father and uncle Ji."

"Yes, say all the things you did four years ago. Let your father and my father listen to them together. Besides that video, what else have you done to apologize to me?"

Ji Qianchen's quick words are Ji Yanran.

Some things, she just don't care so much, if count the things Ji Yanran did, she can count to the next day.

Ji Yanran was speechless, afraid to say anything more.

"Cousin, if you are honest, we will not make water in the well, and I will like to fight with you. If you hurt me recklessly again, I will definitely let you have a better life in the future."

Ji Qianchen's words are full of awe.Ji Yanran bit his lips and said coldly, "if there is no design, it's OK."

"It's designed, but you're too fat. You can only wear it when you go back and lose weight." Ji Qianchen deliberately made a skirt smaller than Ji Yanran.

Because Ji Yanran does not belong to a particularly skinny and petite woman, but also some baby meat, tall and white skin.

The overall image is good, and her clothes are also very suitable for her.

"What? Do you mean to, this afternoon's activity, you let me go back to lose weight? " Ji Yanran was glad that Ji Qianchen was not so desperate. When she heard that the size was small, her face suddenly turned purple.

"You can wear it or not. It's small anyway. If it's broken, it's probably the new issue of the queen. If you don't want to break it, I suggest you don't eat. It's better to lose weight."

Ji Qianchen stood up, went to the wardrobe to find the skirt, patted Ji Yanran's shoulder to remind him of his kindness.

"Ji Qianchen!!!" Ji Yanran clenched her fist and let out a roar.

High heels stomped angrily.

Ji Qianchen gave a creepy smile. "What do I call my sister? Look at the design and workmanship of this skirt, but it's my most conscientious work. I hope you will become popular with my work. "

"If my skirt breaks and I make a fool of myself, I can't spare you." Ji Yanran gnawed her teeth and left angrily holding her skirt.

Afternoon.

A live interview of a new man.

Ji Yanran wore a dress designed for her by Ji Qianchen.

Countless cameras and microphones were aimed at her, and Ji Yanran calmly interviewed the camera.

Put away the arrogance and domineering, and show the audience a gentle and low-key Ji Yanran.

Ji Qianchen calls Ling Xiaohan before turning on the computer to watch the live broadcast.

"Busy in the afternoon?"

Ji Qianchen's cheery voice pierced into Ling Xiao's cold ear.

At this time, LingXiao International's large conference room is discussing a very important project.

Ling Xiaohan picked up his mobile phone to answer the phone again during the meeting.

Everyone in the meeting room knew that it must have been the president's little wife again.