Chapter 297

Gu Jiao's tentative words are not very clever.

No matter how smart and witty she is, she can't compare with the mature man who is nearly eight years old and has experienced thousands of sails. In front of him, all her scheming is to be smart.

The way he looks through everything makes people dare not play tricks in front of him easily.

Jing Boyuan didn't answer Gu Jiao's question. He didn't even look back at her. He raised his foot and entered the box. The box door closed tightly and softly.

Gu Jiao pestle in place, pale and ugly.

She had the illusion of being poured with a basin of cold water from the beginning to the end. I don't know how long she was stunned. She slowly recovered.

Even if he doubts her, he can't do anything with her without evidence.

With this in mind, Gu Jiao's face gradually returned to her original high spirited and confident elegance. She went to the bathroom and returned to the box.

In the box, next to a round table with a diameter of three meters, sat a middle-aged man in his 40s and 50s, a fat middle-aged man. His black suit was tight and obviously didn't fit. He held a wine glass and raised it to Gujiao. The position of his armpit was so tight that people worried that he would burst the needle and thread in the next moment.

"Mr. Gu, why did you go so long? I thought you didn't come back."

Gu Jiao smiles and walks over with a light waist, "how can it be, Mr. Qian? I just met an acquaintance and talked a few words. It's hard for us to get together. I'll accompany Mr. Qian with everything we say."

Money is always interested, "Oh? How is Mr. Gu going to accompany me? " The light in his eyes was a little naked, which made people uncomfortable.

Gu Jiao put down her discomfort, grinned and said to the two girls in professional clothes who were sitting next to Qian Zong: "what do you think?"

The two girls are quite on the road, holding up the wine cup in front of him, one left and one right close to Mr. Qian, Jiao said with a smile: "Mr. Qian said how, then how."

The fragrance of the girl ran into her nose. Qian always put her hands on the buttocks of the two girls with a smile. It has to be said that Gu Jiao is very choosy. The two girls are pure and beautiful, but their behavior is not as pure as their appearance. The extreme contrast makes Qian's eyes burst out with wolf nature.

Gujiao holds the goblet, sends it to her lips and sips it. She slightly lowers her eyelashes to hide her disgust.

Looking coldly at Mr. Qian's drink after drink, Gu Jiao took out a folder from her handbag, opened it, and handed it to Mr. Qian. "This is the cooperation contract. I asked the people below to modify it according to the requirements of your company. Mr. Qian, please have a look. If there is no problem, please sign your name. Wish us a happy cooperation."

With a red face, Qian Zong seemed to hold Gu Jiao's hand unintentionally and deliberately. He said with a big tongue: "cooperation is not urgent. Let's drink first. Gu Zong also drinks..."

Gu Jiao's face was ugly for a moment. Then she took her lips and laughed brightly. She took back her hand quietly and said to the two girls, "please accompany Mr. Qian. I'll go to the bathroom."

Money always reaches for her, "why do you always go to the bathroom?"

Gu Jiao side body one avoids, the smile on the face almost cannot hang up, "my stomach is a little uncomfortable, sorry."

After entering the bathroom, Gu Jiao threw her bag onto the washstand and said, "bang!" A sound startled others.

She scratched her hair irritably and looked very ugly.

That Qian Zong is obviously playing Tai Chi with her.

I don't want to sign the contract yet.

If it wasn't for the crucial cooperation this time, if it wasn't for the agreement with Mrs. Yan to increase the total revenue of Liangyan group within one year, she would never beg for the greasy middle-aged man in such a low voice.

Gu Jiao put her hands under the tap, and the water flowed down. She scrubbed the place where she was always held by Qian.

As always, it's someone else who wants to cooperate with Liangyan group. I don't know what's going on these days. All the partners who have already agreed on the contract are hesitating and wavering.

Mr. Qian, too, has already negotiated the contract. Two days ago, she temporarily went back and asked to amend the contract, but she didn't sign it. Today, she finally made an appointment with Mr. Qian. Gu Jiao knows that Mr. Qian is a lecherous person. In order to cooperate with her, she doesn't hesitate to talk business with her subordinates, but Mr. Qian still plays Tai Chi with her.

Gu Jiao even doubts whether he did it on purpose.

Think of this, Gu Jiao hand washing action meal.

It was two days ago that the partners wavered. It was also at that time that she sent photos of Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan to the participating designers

Gu Jiao looked up into her eyes in the mirror. From those familiar eyes, she saw a similar panic.

There are not many people in Beijing who have the ability to influence the partners of Liangyan group.

There are not many people in Beijing who have the motive to hinder the cooperation between Liangyan group and partners.

However, there is only one meeting these two points.

Gu Jiao's mind was filled with a sense of confusion and coolness that she had never felt before. Suddenly, she felt that there seemed to be an invisible net around her, which slowly closed.

It's five thirty in the afternoon.

Ye Qingxin takes the bus to the school gate and sees the familiar white Land Rover at a glance.

I can't help speeding up.

Jingboyuan got out of the car and took two steps forward. "I've said that many times. Walk slowly."

Ye Qingxin took his arm and looked up at him with a smile. "I can't wait to see you."

Jingboyuan smiles and touches her head like a child. Without saying anything, he hugs her to the side of the car and shoves her into the co driver's seat.

The car soon converged into the traffic and left.

"Bo Yuan, I know about Gu Jiao's video." Ye Qingxin tilted his head and looked at jingboyuan, "did you do that?"

Jing Boyuan glanced at her without denying it.

"Are you suspecting that the photo has something to do with her? Or are you sure you have something to do with her? " Ye Qingxin reached out and picked up the hem of his suit. He scraped his thumb on the edge of the hem of his suit. "Otherwise, you wouldn't give me an irrelevant person as a shield for no reason."

Jing Boyuan is not a person who will bring harm to others for no reason. Moreover, there are many ways to solve the problem of photos.

Before the words were heard, Jing Boyuan released his right hand to hold the girl's little hand playing with his suit, and gently rubbed her palm with his thumb.

Subtle move, ye Qingxin knows that he guessed right.

Jing Boyuan didn't say anything, and ye Qingxin didn't speak any more. The atmosphere in the carriage was silent and warm.

More than 30 minutes later, the car drove into No. 8 courtyard of nanshanshu.

It was just after six o'clock and the sun had not yet set.

Ye Qingxin's eyes touched the red rose. As soon as she got out of the car, she went straight to the rose garden. She carefully avoided the thorns, pinched a rose and returned to jingboyuan. She solemnly sent the rose to jingboyuan with both hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Jing, for solving so many troubles for me. A rose is no respect. I hope you don't dislike it."

Jing Boyuan held the car key in one hand and put it in his suit pocket in the other. He looked down at her and didn't reach for it.

"Too little rejection?" Ye Qingxin frowned at the rose. "Shall I pick another one for you?"

See Jing Bo Yuan light looking at her also don't speak, ye Qingxin turned to pick another one.

Just turned around, his wrist was held by jingboyuan.

Her wrist is very thin, and it is easily wrapped in the palm of a man's hand.

"Thank you for what I gave you. It's a good time to live."

When Jing Boyuan said this, he made a little effort to pull the girl into his arms.

Ye Qingxin leaned into his arms and shook the rose on his nose. "What you gave me is mine, isn't it? Now I give you my things and thank you, isn't it? "

"Or..." Ye Qingxin put his hand into jingboyuan's suit pocket, "do you want something else?"

Jingboyuan's eyes moved.

Ye Qingxin did not miss the subtle changes in his eyes, but also felt the changes in the palm of his hand. He laughed more and more brightly, "are you..."

"Xinxin, why don't you come back?" Ye Qingxin didn't finish speaking, and old lady Yan came out of the room.

Ye Qingxin takes out his hand in jingboyuan's trouser pocket and tries to maintain a calm smile. He turns to say hello to old lady Yan, "grandma."

Old lady Yan said, "I made delicious food for you. Come in quickly."

"Oh, here it is." Ye Qingxin's ears are slightly red. He turns to look at jingboyuan, but he looks calm, as if nothing happened.

The old man's face and heart are really beyond the ordinary people's ability.

Ye Qingxin took Mrs. Yan into the door. Aunt Zhang saw that she was holding a rose in her hand. She kindly asked, "do you want to put this flower in a vase?"

Ye Qingxin handed the rose to him and said, "put it in."

After dinner.

Ye Qingxin goes back to the master bedroom, takes a bath, dries his hair, and holds a sketch book to draw the clothes conceived in his mind during this period.

Han Huohuo said that it has been half a month since she was given two months. Although time is enough, ye Qingxin doesn't like to delay. It's good to be early in the end.

When jingboyuan comes out of the bath, ye Qingxin is focusing on the sketch book, with a pillow in the sofa on her leg. The sketch book is on the pillow.

It was still early, and it was less than eight o'clock. He took a very thick book and sat down beside Ye Qingxin.

About an hour later.

Jing Boyuan puts down his book and reaches for ye Qingxin's pen, which constantly outlines beautiful lines.

Ye Qingxin's cheek is slightly red. He is drawing a picture to the rising place. He has long forgotten the concept of time. He turns his head and looks at Jing Boyuan. The light in his eyes is amazing, and there is a kind of emotion called love.

"What's the matter?" Her voice was clear and joyful.

"It's getting late. It's time to rest."

"What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Wait a little longer, I'll finish this one." Ye Qingxin's face showed a bit of flattery. "Designing this thing needs inspiration. I just drew the picture I had conceived before, but suddenly inspiration came. If I don't finish it today, I'm afraid I'll forget it tomorrow."

Jing Boyuan frowned lightly.

"Boyuan?" Ye Qingxin tilts her head and looks at jingboyuan with light in her eyes. Her medium long hair falls from the side. The little girl's delicate state is obvious. "Ten minutes, ten minutes."

"Only ten minutes." Jingboyuan let go of Ye Qingxin's pen and reached out to pick up the book he had put down.

The leaf falls in love a joy, gather together to kiss his lips.

Jing Boyuan turns his head and looks at his attentive and serious little wife. He has no choice but to slip through the fundus of his eyes. When he takes his eyes back, his eyes seem to sweep over some part of his pajamas inadvertently, and his eyes sink.

In the past proud of self-control, in front of this little girl, always easily defeated.