Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Anyway, anyway, you are not, not in good shape!"

Sure enough, men would open the dyeing workshop just to give some color. Mu Wan'an pushed him, and then looked out the window nervously. Sure enough, she saw a familiar figure not far away——Song Jiajia standing beside her car, It seems to be looking at the phone.

"I'll get out of the car first, and you should hurry to work."

Now it seems that Song Jiajia probably didn't see the scene just now, Mu Wan'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the car door and rushed down.

Looking at her back running around like a frightened rabbit, Song Bingjue pressed his fingers on his lips, and the soft and moist feeling he touched just now was so beautiful.

"Jiajia, why are you standing downstairs and not going up?"

After calming down, Mu Wan'an walked towards Song Jiajia slowly, but her thoughts seemed to be still immersed in the phone, so when Mu Wan'an called her, she trembled in fright.

"Ah? It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine..."

Suddenly being recalled from her thoughts, Song Jiajia was still in shock when she raised her face. She smiled unnaturally:
"I thought you would definitely come today, so I might as well wait for you downstairs and let's go up together."

The downstairs is actually filled with all kinds of congratulatory flower baskets, but it's still early and it's not the time for the official opening, so it looks a little deserted.

"By the way, how did you come here today? Didn't your man come to see you off?"

Because she was too self-absorbed while looking at her mobile phone, she didn't know where Mu Wan'an came from just now, so she asked casually.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the Toyota seemed to have driven away, and Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, "Send it, but I let him go to work, if he appears here, I'm afraid those reporters will follow, You never know what's going to happen!"

"That's true."

The two of them walked into the newly decorated studio together. Not long after, the newly recruited employees also came one after another. After they introduced themselves one by one, they began to get busy with the opening of the business.

It just opened today, and the most important thing is not to rush to negotiate the list, but to entertain the business partners who came to congratulate. Song Jiajia also came out to do the architectural design list when she was studying in the UK before, so it is more or less important. I know some customers in this field, and most of the flower baskets outside come from them.

"Miss Song, I didn't expect you to return to China so soon!"

"I was very optimistic about you when we cooperated before. The design drawings you gave are very good. I am here today on behalf of our general manager!"

……

After eight o'clock in the morning, several waves of congratulatory people came one after another. Mu Wan'an followed suit, and Song Jiajia would also introduce her to those customers:

"This is my good friend. Good night. She graduated from the same university as me and went to Europe as an exchange student. Compared with me who has stayed in the UK all year round, she is really well-informed."

Originally, I wasn't very used to this kind of occasion with many people, but because of the kindness of my friends, Mu Wan'an could only raise 12 points of energy to deal with this group of people.

Soon it was the auspicious time, and an employee came over and whispered in Song Jiajia's ear to remind her that it was time to cut the ribbon. Song Jiajia also greeted everyone and came to the side of the drawn red ribbon. The customers, as well as their own employees, suddenly felt infinite pride in their hearts. They picked up the scissors from the plate brought by the master of ceremonies, and took the hand of Mu Wan'an who was standing in the crowd, and said loudly:

"Good night is the person who has accompanied me all the way to today. We have been in the same boat for so many years, supported each other, understood each other, and encouraged each other. This is what we are today. This studio is not just mine. We have agreed To share every important moment in each other's lives, so I will cut the ribbon with her."

Generally speaking, most of the people who will cut the ribbon together are husband and wife. It is very rare for good friends to be together like this, but most of the people at the scene are fine people. Big applause.

"Jiajia, this studio is obviously owned by you alone, you just need to cut the ribbon yourself..."

Not understanding why Song Jiajia would do this, Mu Wanan insisted on letting her do it alone, "The ribbon-cutting is a big deal, we can't be so sloppy."

"Do you think I can open such a big studio by myself?"

Regardless of what Mu Wan'an was thinking, Song Jiajia raised her eyebrows, held her hand, and then held the scissors in her hand, clicked on the scissors, and the red silk that was connected together was cut off cleanly up.

Hearing Song Jiajia's implication, Mu Wan'an thought that Song Bingjue might have done something behind his back, and Song Jiajia got his way in such a chaotic situation.

"No, you must tell me what Song Bingjue did."

Amidst the cheers and congratulations from the crowd, Mu Wan'an woke up like a dream, and said to Song Jiajia who had a triumphant smile on her face:

"I just said how could he agree with me to go to work... So it's your handwriting!"

"You still have to thank me."

Shrugging her shoulders innocently, Song Jiajia looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "How boring you are at home by yourself, now you can do the work you want, and save some money for yourself. I can also meet more interesting friends. It’s fine if you don’t thank me, but now you still have to trouble me? I’m so miserable..."

Mu Wan'an has learned her rascality a long time ago, so she felt a headache when she saw her start to break up piles, so she waved her hands and said:

"I'm not blaming you, I just want you to clarify the things in it...how can you think of so many things."

When the two were walking in arm in arm, a middle-aged man's deep and powerful voice came from behind:

"Xu Shuo, the general manager of the Xu Group, came to congratulate Ms. Song and Ms. Mu on the opening of her studio. Everything goes smoothly and the door is open!"

Hearing this name, Song Jiajia and Mu Wan'an looked at each other at the same time. Song Jiajia's eyes were full of worry, while Mu Wan'an's face was full of suspicion. She said puzzledly:

"What is Xu Shuo here for? Is it messing things up?"

"I don't think so."

Although the Xu family has a lot of disgusting people, Song Jiajia doesn't believe that Xu Shuo can be so shameless. She looked at the people who were also whispering about this matter, with a polite smile on her face, with admiration Goodnight walked outside:

"The visitor is a guest, we know Mr. Xu's kindness, please put the flower basket in that place."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xu Shuo in a wheelchair. Compared with the depressed and gloomy man she saw before, his demeanor was much better recently. His eyes passed her, straight Looking at Mu Wan'an behind her, a slight smile appeared on her cold face:
"I heard that you are going to open a studio, so I quickly put down my work and rushed over."

These words sounded normal, but Song Jiajia knew that they were obviously speaking to Mu Wan'an.

"Oh? Really? It seems that I still have to thank you for coming. I didn't expect that the thin friendship between the two of us could make General Manager Xu put down his work."

After picking up the conversation, Song Jiajia looked really surprised, and those who watched the fun stopped for a while.

Knowing that she did this to protect Mu Wan'an, Xu Shuo didn't refute her, but still fixed his gaze on Mu Wan'an who had been silent all this time, and then took a few documents from his driver, Pass it to Mu Wan'an:

"I know that your new studio has opened, and Xu's group just needs to outsource the interior design of a new building. I know your ability, so I decided to let you do this. Congratulations on the opening of your studio. "

"no need--"

Song Jiajia was about to dismiss the case with righteous words, but Mu Wan'an accepted it even louder and directly. She looked into Xu Shuo's eyes very calmly, as if the person who broke his heart for him before was not her. :
"Since General Manager Xu is so sincere and trusts us so much, if we refuse again, it will appear that we are too small-minded."

This kind of good night made him feel very strange.

Xu Shuo couldn't tell whether he was more sad or regretful at the moment.Or, maybe both.On his face, he still smiled gently as usual:

"I'm relieved if you are willing to accept this case."

"Good night?"

I don't understand why Wan'an agreed to this case. Could it be that she has no more love for Xu Shuo?Song Jiajia was in a hurry, but she still forced herself to remain calm:

"Think about it, our studio has so many people, it may be overwhelmed by then."

"Miss Song, don't worry, the construction period is very sufficient, and I won't press too hard."

As soon as Song Jiajia spoke, Xu Shuo interrupted her slowly, and then looked at Mu Wan'an again, "And I believe in Wan'an's ability."

"Jiajia, don't worry, you will win if you work hard. Besides, our studio is in its infancy. If we don't take some big orders, how can we make a name for ourselves in the industry?"

Knowing Song Jiajia's worries in her heart, Mu Wan'an calmly comforted her, and when she turned her head to look at Xu Shuo, her eyes were still as calm as stagnant water, as if the two were just acquaintances before:

"And the conditions given by General Manager Xu are relatively loose. I think our studio is competent."

As soon as she finished speaking, another male voice came from the crowd to congratulate:
"Li Nian from the Li family in the west of the city came to congratulate and wish Song Xuemei and Wanan a happy opening and smooth sailing in their careers!"

This is... Senior Li Nian?Mu Wan'an couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, because of what happened before, I didn't tell him to come to work this time, how did he know?