The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

Min Qingqing's design was recognized and appreciated by the company's board of directors, and even Fu Shiyu emphasized Min Qingqing's design during the meeting.

In front of the directors, he behaved calmly.

Regarding the matter of boasting, it has always been fair and just.

It's just that when the subject changed, his eyes fell on Min Qingqing's face again, and his tone was much more comfortable than usual.

"Director Min, do you have anything you want to tell everyone about this design?"

At the meeting, Wang Wu knew Fu Shiyu's intentions, so when he lowered his eyes, he only showed a meaningful smile.

Not to expose, not to interrupt, is the greatest tacit understanding between him and Fu Shiyu.

As soon as the meeting was over, I pushed away from the office and found that my bosom friend had come.

Already gone, but left a note.

"The weather is hot, drink more water." Next to it is a glass filled with water.

Fu Shiyu raised the glass of warm water, looked at the note in his hand, and smiled happily.

Wang Wu looked at his brother's expression, and took a long breath: "This person is in love, it's just different." Joking, he found that the person in front of him was holding a water glass and drank it all in one go.

Wang Wu was dumbfounded and froze in place: "Really good."

In the morning, Nan Zhixin drove to meet Feng Qingqing.

She dropped the bag in her hand and looked at her good sister: "How can I have a designer's certificate?"

Feng lightly turned her eyes and laughed at her: "Why, you have lost your way and found your way back?"

She thought about it carefully for the past few days, and the biggest problem with being tricked by Nan Yuli was that she didn't plan ahead.

Right now, Min Qingqing's own design has become a celebrity in the company.

If one day she is deeply involved in a plagiarism scandal and her own evidence is insufficient, then all the great opportunities to deal with green tea will be lost.

For this reason, Nan Zhixin decided that since he wanted to teach Min Qingqing a lesson, he had to pay attention to the details.

To become a designer, having a designer quota is the key.

"I took your work and applied for it for you, the certificate of an amateur designer from a well-known international company." Feng Qingwei found out her own designer's way, and showed Nan Zhixin's talent openly to her former master for inspection.

When her master saw the work, he greatly appreciated it.

This kind of design composition has a kind of wild vitality, and it is two completely different styles of He Fengqing.

Therefore, the instructor made an exception and accepted Nan Zhixin as a student, and applied for the quota of an amateur designer for her.

Nan Zhixin held the certificate with her fingers, and glanced at the two words - amateur.

She wondered: "Will these two words lower the grade?"

"Where will it be?" Feng Qingwei explained with great interest, "An amateur can get the approval of the instructor and design such works. This is the opposite."

Nan Zhixin thought about it later, and he was right, he hadn't been in the designer industry for too long, at most, he was full of inspiration and designed a few works.

The word amateur is already good.

"Okay." Nan Zhixin bought a few sets of clothes he designed and gave them to Feng Qingqing.

"Although it was listed under Min Qingqing's name, Zhixin, I'm very happy for you." Feng gently put the evidence in Nan Zhixin's handbag, and repeatedly told him not to lose it.

Nan Zhi agreed in a concise and concise manner and said hello.

"Don't worry, I will keep it in my collection, and I will never lose it."

Feng sighed softly, looking at the good sister sitting in front of her, she felt relieved.

She leaned on the sofa, covered her face with her arms, and asked her helplessly, "I heard from Sister Song that you and Mr. Fu are reconciled?"

"Yeah." Nan Zhixin also lazily leaned down on the sofa.

Facing the ice and snow conditions in the past few days and the sunny weather in a blink of an eye, Feng Qingqing, who is a best friend, can't hide her doubts in her heart.

She was very curious, got up, sat down next to her good sister, her fingers rested on the back of her hand, her pair of red phoenix eyes blinked twice like stars.

Asked with a look of surprise: "I said, how did you and Mr. Fu reconcile?"

Nan Zhixin turned her face away, the corner of her mouth seemed to be a smile but not a smile, just about to say it, she deliberately turned a corner, but it was cute and unreasonable: "Guess what?"

"You took Mr. Fu down?" she asked funny.

"Mr. Fu is mine, do I need to take him down?" Nan Zhixin propped her cheeks, with a self-blaming expression on her face, "If it wasn't for Nan Yuli's scheme that day, I might not have known about it. I have loved Shen for so many years. Ye, it turned out to be a misunderstanding."

"What do you mean?" Feng Qingqing was suspicious by her words.

Nan Zhixin held her face in both hands, and sighed involuntarily. She blamed herself for what she did to Shi Yu, and how lucky she was when the truth came to light.

"Gentle, God treats me so well." She looked at the ceiling, not knowing what to say.

Feng Weiwei, who was leaning next to her, thought she had a fever, so she raised her hand and placed it on her forehead, stroked it lightly, and quickly retracted, "No, you don't have a fever either, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you still remember that I told you that I fell into the water at Qingxi Manor back then?"

Feng lightly grabbed a handful of hair with her fingers, she nodded, then shook her head inexplicably: "What does this have to do with you and Mr. Fu?"

"Shen Ye has been lying to me, the one who saved me was not him at all, but Shi Yu."

Thinking back to the time when she tried and asked many times and Shen Ye replied firmly, her resentment towards Shen Ye became even deeper.

If it wasn't for Shen Ye talking nonsense and picking up mistakes in the middle, how could she ignore the good time that has always been to her?

"So Mr. Fu just knew that you liked him, not Shen Ye, so he got back together with you?" Feng Qingqing felt that she was watching a romantic idol drama, which was somehow sweet.

"That's great." She got up, took out a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, and poured Nan Zhixin a glass, "Then you can say that there is no conflict now?"

That's right, apart from being against Shi Yu all the time back then, being friends with Nan Yuli and Shen Ye by mistake, and speaking his own words, there are no other obstacles.

"Ah."

Seeing her peaceful face, Feng Qingqing can remind: "What about the old lady, hasn't she been looking for trouble for you?"

"It's a good thing for her to trouble me to explain that she really loves her grandson." Nan Zhixin raised her hand, patted herself on the shoulder, and explained calmly, "I'm confident that she will fall in love with me. Grandson's daughter-in-law."

"Oh, you're really confident." Feng scratched his short hair lightly and impatiently, and got up with a sad face.

She patted Nan Zhixin on the shoulder, with a shy smile on her face, "Hey, accompany me to a place."

"Where?" asked, and saw Feng Qingqing coming out of the bedroom with a package.

Seeing her mysterious appearance, Nan Zhi wanted to gossip.

At first, the good sister refused to talk about it, but later she couldn't stand Nan Zhixin's questioning, so she had to remind her.

"There was a gentleman who visited my shop, and he wanted me to design a dress for him, saying that he wanted to meet his boss." Feng Qingqing even touched up her makeup in the rearview mirror when she arrived at her destination.

Seeing this strange behavior, Nan Zhixin asked in confusion: "Why do you personally deliver clothes to others?"