Madame always thinks I'm a domineering president

Secondary streamed in, "Doesn't that mean you didn't say anything?"

Listen to Gu Xingfeng's voice and say, "You can start with a general list of items, such as names from poems and words, names related to plants and animals, or original names with interesting personalities."

Cheng Qingran nodded approvingly, put down his wine glass, and became more serious, "Yes, my design colleagues, we have been discussing for most of the afternoon, from east to west, without classification, without points, it is indeed clearer than what you said up."

Mo went on to say, "Since it is a maternity wear series, it is inclined to the side of pregnant women, so that consumers can immediately think of the image of pregnant women when they hear the name. For example, "on the water," the most direct image is a dignified and beautiful of women, that’s what the brand does.”

Cheng Qingran kept nodding, with admiration in his eyes, "Young Mo Dong, you know a lot, someone taught you."

"It's just more listening and moving than you," Mo said.

Really knowledgeable, helpless!

Cheng Qingran smiled evilly, "Inspired by you, I came up with a vivid image, which I know is related to pregnant women."

Gu Xingfeng grinned, shook his head, and tapped her head with chopsticks, "It's a big head again!"

"Where's my head? You bully me!"

“You don’t have a serious idea in your head, it should be hammered out.”

Cheng Qingran took a sip of beer and thought for a while, "Well, seriously, what do you think, mother kangaroo or mother penguin?"

She added: "I think kangaroos are pregnant and nursing all year round.

"So, where's the mother penguin?" Mo Yi also seriously discussed with her.

"A lot of pregnant women walk a bit like penguins, but they're also cute."

Gu Xingfeng raised his wine glass, and the two made a crisp clinking sound, "In fact, the root."

Cheng Qingran said, "Are you praising me?"

Gu Xingfeng hit her on the head with the other end of the chopsticks and said, "Sorted."

The two of them, both single, talked about their pregnancy for half the night. After drinking three cups, Cheng Qingran was already a little drunk, but she didn't want to stop. The valve in her mouth was completely opened, and the thoughts in her head were blocked Throw it out, "Gu Xingfeng, do you like me?"

"How much is it?" Honest Mo answered truthfully.

Cheng Qingran gave a thumbs up and smiled, "You have good eyesight."

After a pause, she added, "But this girl doesn't like you, you..."

Mo Yan's face changed from happy to worried, and the word Chuan between his brows floated up to his forehead.

Cheng Qingran was still muttering to himself, "I don't like you, I don't like your personality, it stinks!"

A little selfish, arrogant, selfish...

"But this girl can't resist your face, your magnetic voice, and that." She was incoherent.

His expression was complicated, “What else?”

Ivo lifted his empty glass into the air, "Pour this girl, pour!"

Gu Xingfeng filled her glass.

Cheng Qingran narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed to his face with his fingers, "By the way, why do you always say things that touch my heart, why are you always by my side, and why are you so kind to me?"

"I know I'm nothing but I'm human, I'm flesh and blood, the way you treat me, the way you make me feel, it makes me want to think about you, but... how can a normal girl like me To stand by your side..."

"Like, like, how can the priceless herringbone porcelain be used to hold wine?" Her eyes were bright and bright, and they became brighter as the tears welled up.

"I'm not good enough for you, do you understand, don't tempt me with my hopes"

"If you were nice to me, I might jump on you."

"You call a woman like me ridiculous?" I said, laughing maniacally as if to match her words.

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Mozi has been listening quietly without interrupting. When she finally stopped talking, he handed her a napkin and stroked it gently, "Silly girl, tell the truth when you are drunk, I finally know why you always leave run away from home."

"Love, however, has nothing to do with external substances or conditions."

"I hope you wake up with the courage to love."

When awake, Cheng Qingran's rationality always prevails, how can emotional love overcome the secular world.

In the end, Cheng Qingran was drunk, so drunk that he passed out in Gu Xingfeng's arms.

Wine is really a good thing. It can sell ancient sorrows, strengthen courage, and send lovesickness away.Cheng Qingran blushed, "Come on, come on, little Merton, everything is good in life, don't let Taro empty to the moon, don't let the cup rest, don't let the cup rest..."

"Let's toast to the moonlight, then three to the shadows, no, four!"

"Advise you to drink more, and the sun will shine."

"Red meringue, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring, and willows on the palace wall; the east wind is evil, joy on the thin, melancholy in the cup, the rope has been broken for several years, wrong..."

"Why do you have to recite Tang and Song poems?" Mo Yisheng asked while supporting her.

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Eva blinked drunkenly, "Young Mo Dong, I will recite a lot of poems about wine, don't believe it, don't believe it, I will recite it to you..."

"When will the bright moon appear? Ask the blue sky for wine."

"Break into sadness, into tears of lovesickness..."

"No one brings flowers, no one suggests a drink, no one gets drunk..."

"Faith, faith," Mo said.

When they reached the 33rd floor of the Royal View Apartment, he took Cheng Qingran back to his apartment, but not to her apartment, even though they only had one wall, he was still very disturbed, he helped take off her shoes and coat, and took her Hug to bed.

Looking at her drunken face, Gu Xingfeng felt how cute that moment was, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised an arc, and he smiled very much. He had achieved his goal, heard the girl's voice, and had him in his heart.Touching her forehead, "Cheng Qingran, why don't we stop being friends and add a gender before friends?"

After speaking, a kiss fell on her forehead.

Indeed, he was at her bedside, she fell asleep, her love for him was short, her sleep was sweet and long... Trouble, trouble, trouble, he went into the bathroom, took a shower, walked to the living room Next to the red sandalwood bookshelf, I took out a book and went to bed with him.

A night of longing, just sideways, evil thoughts, but don't want to desecrate his love for her, longing fills every inch of the room, wakes up before dawn to make her breakfast, two eggs of love, a bowl of porridge, love, A glass of orange juice and a glass of milk twine on the table.

Opening his eyes, with a splitting headache, Cheng Qingran stretched his neck and looked aimlessly, "My dear mother, where is this?"