Gu Jiao's probing words were not clever.
No matter how smart and witty she is, she can't compare to this mature man in front of her who is nearly eight years older than her and has gone through thousands of sails. In front of him, any scheming she has is just pretending to be clever.
His eyes that see through everything make people afraid to play tricks in front of him easily.
Jing Boyuan didn't answer Gu Jiao's question, and didn't even look back at her, he stepped into the box, and the door of the box was mercilessly closed softly.
Gu Jiao stayed where she was, her face pale and ugly.
She had the illusion of being poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water. She was in a daze for an unknown amount of time before she slowly came to her senses.
Even if he doubts her, so what, he has no evidence, and he can't do anything to her.
Thinking of this, Gu Jiao's face gradually returned to her original high-spirited, confident and elegant, went to the bathroom, and returned to the box.
In the private room, beside a round table with a diameter of three meters, sat a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, a fat middle-aged man, his black suit was tight, which obviously didn't fit him.
"Mr. Gu, why have you been gone for so long? I thought you wouldn't come back."
Gu Jiao smiled and walked over lightly with her waist swaying, "How could it be, Mr. Qian, I just met an acquaintance and chatted for a few words. It's rare for us to get together. I will accompany Mr. Qian whenever I say anything."
Mr. Qian was very interested, "Oh Mr. Gu, how are you going to accompany me well?" The light in his eyes was a bit naked, making people feel uncomfortable.
Gu Jiao suppressed the discomfort in her heart, grinned, and said to the two girls in professional attire sitting next to Mr. Qian, "What do you think?"
The two girls were quite upbeat, holding up the wine glasses in front of them, they approached Mr. Qian from left to right, and said with a coquettish smile, "Whatever Mr. Qian said, then so be it."
The fragrance of the girl rushed into his nose, and Mr. Qian smiled and put his hands on the hips of the two girls. It has to be said that Gu Jiao is very picky. The two girls are pure and beautiful, but their behavior is not as pure as their appearance. The extreme contrast makes Mr. Qian's eyes burst into wolfishness.
Gu Jiao picked up the goblet, brought it to her lips and took a sip, lowering her eyelashes slightly to hide the disgust in her eyes.
Looking coldly at Boss Qian being poured glass after glass of wine, guessing that he was almost drunk, Gu Jiao took out a folder from her handbag, opened it, and handed it to Boss Qian, "This is the cooperation contract this time. I asked the people below to revise it according to your company's requirements. Boss Qian, please take a look. If there is no problem, please sign your name. I wish us a happy cooperation."
Boss Qian blushed, holding Gu Jiao's hand that handed over the contract, seemingly unintentionally or deliberately, and said with a big tongue: "There is no rush for cooperation, let's drink first, and Boss Gu will also drink."
Gu Jiao's face turned ugly for a moment, and then she rolled up her lips and smiled brightly. She withdrew her hand calmly, and said to the two girls, "You guys stay with President Qian well, and I'll go to the bathroom."
Mr. Qian reached out to grab her, "Why do you always go to the bathroom?"
Gu Jiao turned sideways, the smile on her face could not be held back, "I feel a little sick to my stomach, sorry."
After entering the bathroom, Gu Jiao slammed the bag onto the washstand, and there was a loud bang, which startled the others.
She scratched her hair irritably, her face was very ugly.
That President Qian was clearly playing Tai Chi with her.
It's cheap, and I don't want to sign the contract yet.
If it weren't for the importance of this cooperation, if it wasn't for the agreement with Mrs. Yan to increase the total revenue of the Liangyan Group within one year, she would never be so humble to beg that greasy middle-aged man.
Gu Jiao stretched her hands under the faucet, and the water flowed down. She vigorously scrubbed the place that Mr. Qian had held.
In the past, it was others who begged to cooperate with Liangyan Group. For some reason these days, the partners who had already negotiated contracts were hesitant and vacillating.
The same is true of Mr. Qian, who has already negotiated the contract. Two days ago, he went back on his word and asked to revise the contract. After revising the contract, he still refused to sign it. Today, he managed to make an appointment with Mr. Qian. Gu Jiao knew that Mr. Qian was lustful by nature.
Gu Jiao even wondered if he did it on purpose.
Thinking of this, Gu Jiao stopped washing her hands.
It was two days ago that the partners were vacillating, and it was also at that time that she sent photos of Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan to those participating designers.
Gu Jiao looked up into her own eyes in the mirror, and from those familiar eyes, she saw an emotion similar to panic.
There are not many people in the capital who have the ability to influence the partners of Liangyan Group.
There are not many people in the capital who have that motive to hinder Liangyan Group from cooperating with partners.
However, there is only one that meets these two points.
A panic and coolness that had never been felt in Gu Jiao's heart suddenly felt like there was an invisible net around her, which was slowly closing.
Five thirty in the afternoon.
Ye Qingxin took the bus to the school gate, and immediately saw the familiar white Land Rover.
He involuntarily quickened his pace.
Jing Boyuan got off the car and took two steps forward, "How many times have I said, walk slowly."
Ye Qingxin held his arm, looked up at him with a small face and smiled, "I can't wait to see you."
Jing Boyuan smiled, patted her head like a child, didn't say anything, walked to the side of the car with his arms around her, and pushed her into the passenger seat.
The car quickly merged into the traffic flow and left.
"Boyuan, I know about Gu Jiao's video." Ye Qingxin tilted her head and looked at Jing Boyuan, "You did that, right?"
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p;Jing Boyuan glanced sideways at her, without denying it.
"Are you suspecting that the photo has something to do with her? Or, you have confirmed that it has something to do with her." Ye Qingxin reached out to pick up the hem of his suit, and scraped the edge of the hem with her thumb. "Otherwise, you wouldn't use an irrelevant person as a shield for me for no reason."
Jing Boyuan is not a person who will harm others for no reason, and to solve the photo issue, with his ability, there are many ways.
Before he finished speaking, Jing Boyuan freed his right hand to hold the little hand of the girl playing with his suit, and gently rubbed her palm with his thumb.
Ye Qingxin knew that she had guessed right with such a subtle move.
Jing Boyuan didn't say anything, Ye Qingxin didn't say anything, the atmosphere in the carriage was silent and warm.
Thirty minutes later, the car drove into the No. 8 courtyard of Nanshan Villa.
It was just after six o'clock, and the sun had not yet set.
Ye Qingxin's eyes touched the patch of fiery red roses, got out of the car, and went straight to the rose garden. She carefully avoided the thorns, pinched a rose and returned to Jing Boyuan, and solemnly sent the rose to Jing Boyuan with both hands.
"Thank you, Mr. Jing, for solving so many troubles for me. A rose is not a respect, and I hope you don't dislike it."
Jing Boyuan held the car keys in one hand and put the other in his suit trousers pocket. He looked down at her and didn't reach out to take it.
"Too little dislike." Ye Qingxin frowned and looked at the patch of roses, "How about I pick another one for you?"
Seeing that Jing Bo Yuan just looked at her and didn't speak, Ye Qingxin turned around to pick another one.
As soon as he turned around, his wrist was held by Jing Boyuan.
Her wrist was very thin, and was easily wrapped in the palm of the man's big hand.
"Thank you for what I gave you, you'll live your life."
When Jing Boyuan said this, he pulled the girl into his arms with a little force.
Ye Qingxin leaned into his arms and shook the rose on the tip of his nose, "What you gave me is mine, isn't it? Now I'm giving you my things to express my gratitude to you. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"
"Or..." Ye Qingxin put her hand into Jing Boyuan's suit trousers pocket, "Do you want something else?"
Jing Boyuan's eyes moved slightly.
Ye Qingxin didn't miss the subtle changes in his eyes, and also felt the changes in the palm of his hand, and smiled brighter, "Aren't you?"
"Xinxin, why don't you come in when you come back?" Before Ye Qingxin finished speaking, Mrs. Yan came out of the room.
Ye Qingxin hurriedly took out her hand in Jing Boyuan's trouser pocket, tried to maintain a calm smile, turned around and greeted Mrs. Yan, "Grandma."
Mrs. Yan said: "I made something delicious for you, come in quickly."
"Oh, here we come." Ye Qingxin's ears were slightly red, she turned her head and glanced at Jing Boyuan, but saw him with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
The old man's face and heart are really not comparable to ordinary people.
Ye Qingxin walked into the door with Mrs. Yan on her arm. Seeing that she was holding a rose in her hand, Aunt Zhang kindly asked, "Do you want to put this flower in a vase?"
Ye Qingxin handed over the rose, "Put it up."
after dinner.
Ye Qingxin went back to the master bedroom to take a shower, dried her hair, and held a sketchbook to draw the clothes that had been conceived in her mind during this period.
Han Huohuo said to give her two months, and half a month has passed. Although the time is enough, Ye Qingxin doesn't like to procrastinate, so it's better to be early.
When Jing Boyuan came out of the shower, Ye Qingxin was concentrating on the sketchbook, with a pillow from the sofa on his lap, and the sketchbook rested on the pillow.
It was still early, before eight o'clock, he took a thick book and sat next to Ye Qingxin.
About an hour passed.
Jing Boyuan put down the book, and stretched out his hand to hold Ye Qingxin's pen that kept drawing beautiful lines.
Ye Qingxin's cheeks were slightly red, and she was drawing to the point where she was drawing. She had long forgotten the concept of time, and turned her head to look at Jing Boyuan in puzzlement.
"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 drawing." Ye Qingxin's face showed a bit of flattery, "Designing this thing needs inspiration. I just drew the picture I had imagined before, and suddenly inspiration came. If I don't finish the drawing today, I'm afraid I will forget it tomorrow."
Jing Boyuan frowned slightly.
"Boyuan" Ye Qingxin tilted her head, looked at Jing Boyuan with bright eyes, her mid-length hair was hanging down from the side, and the little girl's delicate posture was undoubtedly revealed, "Ten minutes, just ten minutes."
"Only ten minutes." Jing Boyuan let go of Ye Qingxin's pen, and reached out to pick up the book he had put down again.
Ye Qingxin was overjoyed, and leaned over to kiss his lips.
Jing Boyuan turned his head to look at his concentrating and earnest little wife, a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes, when he retracted his gaze, his gaze seemed to inadvertently glance over somewhere in his pajama pants, his eyes darkened.
The self-control that he was proud of in the past was always easily defeated in front of this little girl.
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Sorry, cuties.
Something happened today, and Mou Yao has been unable to calm down to write.
I feel very sorry for the readers who have always supported me. I am sorry. There is only one update today, and there are not many words. Tomorrow, Yao will try to write as much as possible. I am sorry.