President, why don't you marry me!

The reputation of Jiang's design competition quickly spread throughout the country, and even faintly spread overseas.

Until the last day of the competition registration deadline, the number of applicants has exceeded 2000. Although this number is relatively small in regular design competitions, this is a job fair wearing a competition coat after all. Many inexperienced designers Still won't sign up.

So when Murong Xuan handed over this data to Jiang Mocheng, he was very distressed, "There are too many people, the workload can't be supported by Su Shi, right?"

"Her working hours are two hours a day, you can figure it out." Jiang Mocheng didn't raise his head, he just signed the appointment and dismissal documents with his hands.

The design team cannot be without people now, so the previous group of people are still there, and the people who will be fired or go to other departments have just been confirmed.

"...Two hours?" Murong Xuan almost sneered in front of his face, "If we follow this speed, it would be great if someone can be elected in half a year."

"One month."

"Then two hours a day? Leaving aside the non-competition days in a month, the total time is less than two days."

Although Murong Xuan knew that he had a good temper, he really didn't have the habit of making red faces with others, not to mention that that person was his boss, and he was already a good friend, but he really felt that he needed to vent the suppressed negative energy in his heart. .

"This is your job." Still not looking up.

"Okay, you can find another good person, and I won't accompany you." Murong Xuan smiled, and began to complain: "Do you know how long I haven't slept well? This design director's business scope is too wide. I’m not capable enough to do this, so farewell!”

"Stop!" Jiang Mocheng was finally willing to look up. He squinted his eyes, looked at the man not far from the door, and his heaving shoulders. Suddenly, his conscience felt a little sorry: "Didn't I say that after this matter is over Give you a vacation?"

"The last time you said this, 'this matter' was not this matter, who knows if 'this matter' will be something else when you say this next time."

As expected of a top student, Murong Xuan blurted out a tongue-twister-like sentence without any pause, and the other top student understood it instantly.

"...Am I so untrustworthy with you?"

Jiang Mocheng suddenly had doubts about his credit, and it was the first time in so many years that someone doubted him so much at work.

"At least with me, it's not high." Murong Xuan almost wanted to say it was a degree, but he was still working hard with his self-cultivation and reason, "You are a successful businessman, but not a successful boss."

"...is here with you too?" Jiang Mocheng could see that he just wanted to lose his temper, and then lowered his head to start his work. After the end, he would go home to accompany his wife.

"Yes." Murong Xuan answered firmly this time.

"That's okay. There is no room for negotiation for two hours. Go to work." Jiang Mocheng really put all his thoughts on Su Shi. When he was at home, he wanted to take care of him. Apart from general affairs, the rest is only used to think about her.

"Jiang Mocheng, let me say it again, I quit!"

Go to the fucking self-restraint, go to the fucking rationality, facing such an unreasonable friend, facing such a boss who "trusts" you, he has no need to show him superficial politeness!

"Don't make trouble, I'll give you a vacation later." Jiang Mocheng still didn't raise his head.

After arguing on his own for a long time, Murong Xuan found that Jiang Mocheng was really unreasonable at all, or was he just being very mean to him?
Forget it, how can he compete with a person whose brain has been broken, maybe he lost his memory and broke something else?

Although the effect of venting was not good, it finally made Murong Xuan feel better. After all, being rough in front of Jiang Mocheng was refreshing on another level.

After Jiang Mocheng returned home, he received a call from Murongxuan reporting the solution just after dinner time. He briefly said that an audition stage would be added, and the official competition would be held after some contestants who obviously did not meet their requirements were eliminated. It is absolutely not enough to insist on two hours a day. Before Jiang Mocheng gets angry, he proposes a solution by himself, saying that it is divided into two time periods in the morning and afternoon, so the pressure is also small.

Originally, Jiang Mocheng wanted to refuse. After all, there was a knife hanging on his head, so he really didn't dare to neglect it at all, but their conversation happened to be overheard by Su Shi.

"It's just over two hours. How come it won't exceed four hours?" Su Shi asked.

"Yes, about three hours is enough." Hearing Su Shi's voice, Murong Xuan quickly seized the opportunity to explain, "Also, it has been decided that the venue will be near your apartment and the hospital. Doctors will be arranged now. Others The conditions are all in accordance with the highest standards.”

"Then what are you worried about?" Su Shi was puzzled, but she understood immediately. She took the phone in Jiang Mocheng's hand, said "I'll tell him", hung up the phone and sat in front of him, pulling his hand Hand whispered: "I'm not a porcelain doll, and you see how obedient I have been in the past two days, I have grown flesh after eating and sleeping."

Seeing that Jiang Mocheng was unmoved, she took Jiang Mocheng's hand to pinch the new flesh on her chin.

Jiang Mocheng's heart softened, he couldn't control his hand and gently touched her cheek, and nodded with a sense of accomplishment.

"So, it's not enough to just eat and not move, right? It's not good for the health of the fetus, so it's good to move around, isn't it?"

"You can go to the gym and have special guides and coaches to accompany you." Jiang Mocheng's face darkened again.

"Why do you say you are doing this?" You thumped his chest dumbfoundingly, "What are you worried about... It's just judging entries, it's not manual work, and what should I say... You know I really I like design very much, being exposed to different works can give me a kind of... that is, a sense of surprise when I collide with other people's inspirations, and I will be happy when the time comes, think about it, it's worth it."

"You have a reason." Jiang Mocheng's brows finally loosened.

"You promised?"

"Did I say anything?" Jiang Mocheng frowned unhappily, and said duplicity.

"Okay, I know what you think, I have already promised you many times, I will not tire myself, I will keep happy, and you are watching over me, what are you worried about, good boy , stop losing your temper."

Su Shi raised his head and kissed his chin, then his eyes, "I vomited so badly last night, did you not sleep at all? Look at your dark circles."

"Sleeping." Jiang Mocheng continued to lie.

"I don't care if you sleep or not, you have to rest with me after dinner and activities." With a coquettish tone, Jiang Mocheng couldn't help curling his lips, and the frost between his brows also dissipated a lot. He held it Su Shi's hand, and kissed the back of her hand, "Then my princess, shall we go eat?"

When the two sat down at the dining table, everyone was there except Jiang Shuo, as well as Tang Xiaodie and Tang Wanyan who had just arrived today.

The old man also seems to like Xiaodie very much. After all, Xiaodie is smart and stable. As an elder, he likes this kind of child very much psychologically. When he asks his family to cover him again, he still hopes that he can be more carefree.

Tang Wanyan originally wanted to send Xiaodie here and leave, but the old man insisted on keeping her for dinner, and then left after dinner.

Su Shi and his wife weren't there just now, and the old man was concentrating on talking to the two children again, and he only asked her a question or two when he remembered. The three Tang Wanyans were really embarrassed.

So when Su Shi Jiang Mocheng came over, she remained calm on the surface, but she was deeply relieved in her heart.

"By the way, Miss Tang was a doctor before, right? How did you know each other?" The old man asked this question purely out of curiosity, but for several people, this question is always a bit sensitive.

"Xiao Qian lost his way back then, and was discovered by Wan Yan, so we knew each other." Su Shi glanced at Tang Wan Yan whose expression suddenly became stiff, and said with a light smile, "But Xiao Qian should have seen Xiao Die first. Right? Maybe it was love at first sight and you went home with Xiaodie?"

Lead the topic to the child, and the old man will not care about other things.

"Really?" The old man asked back in surprise, looking at Xiao Qian and asked him to answer.

"It seems... right." Xiao Qian couldn't remember clearly, his mouth was full of pudding, and he was slurring his words.

Everyone laughed again, only Xiaodie frowned and stared at him devouring the pudding, "Don't eat so fast." She reminded softly.

"Oh..." Xiao Qian looked up at her, and obediently slowed down, but Xiao Die was not satisfied, her brows still did not loosen.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Xiao Qian was a little worried. After all, she was asked to come to this completely unfamiliar environment, and she didn't know anyone except him. It seemed possible that Xiao Die was unhappy.

"How many puddings have you eaten today?" Xiaodie held her chin to recall, since she entered the door in the morning, it seems that there have been no fewer than three.

"Shh!"

"...Don't eat it." As a little friend who gets along day and night, Xiaodie knows Xiao Qian very well, once he shows this guilty expression, it means that he is probably eating secretly behind the adults' back.

"Don't eat it." Xiaodie took half of his pudding, picked up a spoon and began to eat slowly, although she never liked things that were too sweet.

While Su Shi was talking, he saw the interaction between the two children, and hurriedly taught Xiao Qian, "Why don't you give Xiaodie the one for yourself, isn't there still in the refrigerator?"

"No need for godmother, I don't like sweets very much, just taste it." Xiaodie raised her head and smiled sweetly, and she fooled the adults with a few words. I have to say that children's smiles are really deceiving After all, Xiaodie's reason is very lame when you think about it carefully.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them anymore, Xiaodie asked Xiaoqian quietly: "How much does the godmother ask you to eat a day?"

"……One."

"Then starting tomorrow, you can only eat one, or your teeth will be broken."

"Well, listen to you."