Chapter 153

Finally, lunch was eaten downstairs and went to the staff restaurant together.

It's a long time for Ling Xiaohan to compromise.

Originally, a big president went to the staff restaurant, which was not in line with his identity.

In line with the principle of letting him fully experience the life of his employees, Keji Qianchen persuaded him to take a pro people president line.

After coming out of the restaurant, Ling Xiaohan felt uneasy all over and stared at him for a long time.

He hates the feeling of being watched.

"Don't let me come here for a second time." Lingda's president protested with a cold face.

Ji Qianchen intimately held Ling Xiaohan's arm and pretended not to understand. "Why? Didn't you say the food in the canteen was delicious? "

“……”

Ling Xiao was stunned and didn't speak.

Give Ji Qianchen a look, let her realize the meaning.

Ji Qianchen relies on his intelligence level to be different from President Ling Da, so he ignores his eyes.

Afternoon.

Ji Qianchen made clothes in the office, and received the place and time of the students' Party forwarded by orange from the general group of the Academy of fine arts.

The gathering place is the cloud Hotel behind Yuncheng University.

The party process is tentatively determined to eat first, then sing, and then visit the university campus.

The time is this weekend, probably from lunch at noon to evening.

Ji Qianchen gives orange a call back.

When the phone was connected, the face of orange didn't wake up: "Hello, Qianchen, remember, don't forget to take your family and hit them in the face."

"I know that. I just want to ask you, are you short of clothes? I designed a set for my husband. Do you need it? Go through then. "

Ji Qianchen is playing with the tape at will.

"Don't, don't, just do harm to your husband. I don't need it. Don't take me with you." Cheng Cheng suddenly wakes up and refuses Ji Qianchen's kindness.

"Hello, most people want to wear the clothes I designed, but they don't have the qualification, OK? You need to kneel on the ground and thank me for this honor. " Ji Qianchen chuckles, sits back in his office chair, and talks to Cheng Cheng Cheng with his arms crossed.

"I thank you. I really want to thank you. I don't need it. It's your wonderful style. If I see the grass in our class, I have to find a basket to cover my head."

Cheng Cheng stretches and sits in front of the computer to process some messages.

"Poof, why are you looking for a basket to cover your head?"

"Shame, put your face on it."

"I'll go to you." Ji Qianchen really wants to beat this girl into a mental handicap.

It's a shame to say that the clothes she designed are wonderful.

"It is."

"Well, you wait. When the clothes I design become international brands, you have a kind of don't wear them."

"I'm a woman. I don't have a seed." The orange thief, the thief and the traitor responded.

"It's OK. I'll borrow it for you. How is it with Qi Yan?" Ji couldn't help but gossip about their progress.

"Do you dare to mention that, believe it or not, I tried to blackmail you again. You didn't die last time?" Cheng Orange bites her lips, recalling the night she went to the West Sea, and she wanted to make complaints about everything.

"Yes, please. Don't mention him. But are you going to express your love to your class this time?"

"Yes, it's time for me to have a secret love for so long. My comic book is printed first. I'm going to take this as a gift."

Cheng Cheng Cheng, holding his mobile phone, logs in to wechat on his computer.

Then I gave Zhou Tinghao a look.

"Ha ha Da, you don't want to give me the souvenir book. You are a person who values color over friends."

"Is it important for you or for your confession?"

"Of course I am."

Ji Qianchen picked up his eyebrows and pointed to himself confidently.

"Bullshit, of course, it's important to show your love. You're married. I'm still a single dog, so I have to work harder and stop talking to you. I'm going to talk to you. Good luck."

"Good luck to you."

Ji Qianchen snapped up the phone.

Actually, one thing, Ji Qianchen didn't tell orange.

She met Zhou Tinghao once when she participated in some family wine parties. In the upper class circle, he had a bad reputation, didn't say that he liked to be hot and flirtatious.

But she is also from this kind of secret love, she has no right to stop her best friend to be brave once.

Even if the head is broken, the road is her own choice. All she has to do is to help her minimize the harm to her.

After finishing the finishing work, Ji Qianchen took a suit of men's suit, went out of the office door and walked to the top president's office.Knock knock knock -

Ji Qianchen knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Ling Xiaohan seems to be having a video conference.

Seeing her come in, Ling Xiaohan said to the people in the video in a hurry: "today's meeting is here first."

Hang up the video.

Ling Xiaohan squints at the little woman who takes the initiative to send herself to his office.

Ji Qianchen's hand is behind him, holding the suit to cover up.

"Well, do you know what I'm doing?"

Ling Xiaohan rose suddenly from the swivel chair, and his tall body was like a moving mountain.

"What's in your hand?"

Step by step.

Ji Qianchen stepped back step by step.

"Guess what." Ji Qianchen deliberately pretends to be mysterious, his small lips are slightly tooted, mischievous and charming.

Ling Xiaohan has seen the cloth of his clothes.

Wei'an's body marched to her with an arrow, and put her directly on the wall. His long hand pulled the suit from behind her: "made for me?"

"Well, the first men's clothing of CH brand is specially designed for you."

Ji Qianchen blinks clear eyes and looks forward to Ling Xiaohan's expression.

She had already done it for Ling Xiaohan, but she didn't finish it. She didn't mention it all the time and wanted to surprise him.

Ling Xiaohan's face of ten thousand years iceberg really bloomed with a rare smile.

He picked up the suit and looked at it.

Purple black suit, black shirt, in the edge of the neckline with black dark embroidery carved some totems, showy in the noble elegance.

"Come on, change it for me." Ling Xiaohan throws his clothes back into her arms, opens his arms and stands in front of her.

"Now change it for you?"

"Otherwise?"

Ling Xiao asked with cold lips.

Ji Qianchen looks around and there is no outsider.

She crept over and helped him take off his original suit and coat. When it was his turn to shirt, her little hands were like a knot, and her movements slowed down a lot.

"Do you want to appreciate your husband's figure?" Ling Xiaohan couldn't help making fun of her.

"Cough..." Ji Qianchen was stabbed at the key point by his words, and hurriedly accelerated to understand the speed of opening his shirt.

His clothes are off, showing his strong and white upper body. Against the background of air and light, it looks like the most perfect art.