Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Mu Shiyue's face sank, and she exhaled with displeasure, but she still controlled her emotions well, "Why? Mr. Han."

"Because of this season's design draft, I want you to choose it yourself." He said in a high-sounding voice, and his serious eyes fell back to the document full of design drawings, "You choose, and I will give you an opinion after the selection. Can you convince me? Immediately send it to the factory below for processing."

"You gave me back the opportunity to select the best products of the season?" Mu Shiyue was surprised, and she couldn't understand what this man meant.

Han Feixuan nodded, but corrected her grammatical mistakes, "It's not about returning the opportunity to you, but giving it to you."

Mu Shiyue sneered, a little tired of his hypocritical face, and said coldly, "Originally, our design department is responsible for screening the quarterly boutiques. As the company's chief designer, these are all my duties. The thing, isn’t President Han giving it back to me?”

Han Feixuan couldn't say no to her, so he nodded helplessly and waved his hands, "Okay, okay, whatever you say, get to work!"

"Okay!" She replied simply, took the design manuscripts, turned on the computer, compared it with the electronic version of the drawings stored in it, and began to get busy meticulously.

Mu Shiyue moved away the stacks of documents at hand, and started sketching with a white paper. Her long hair hung down, covering half of her face, and cleverly avoided the gaze of Han Feixuan staring at her.

Han Feixuan also understood what she meant, got up, paced across from her, sat down, and looked at her quietly. The way she was concentrating on painting was so capable that he had hardly seen it before.

It's hard to imagine that this woman has such a capable side. Han Feixuan raised his thin lips with interest, and watched her draw lines one by one on the white paper with a pencil. In an instant, the outline of a diamond ring was faintly visible.

Mu Shiyue began to think about the idea of ​​this diamond ring while drawing carefully.

She thought that there would be a Spring Festival in this season. In the deep-rooted thinking of the Chinese people, the Spring Festival is a big festival, and there are many marriages and marriages. These elements should be added to the main product.

So she plans to customize a set of twelve diamond rings, which symbolize eternal love, and each style has a meaning. I believe that every man and woman who are in love will definitely find a suitable one for them.

In this way, she undoubtedly had a heavier workload. Mu Shiyue drew five pictures in a row. Although it was only a rough picture, it was also a lot of painstaking effort. Her tired neck was a little sore. She turned her neck and took advantage of the trend. Stretched.

It was only when her eyes collided with Han Feixuan's that she noticed that he had been staring at her for so long, and there were only two or two people in the huge conference room, which was inexplicably awkward and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous.

ambiguous?Mu Shiyue frowned, it seemed that this word was not suitable for her relationship with him.

And the position where he was sitting seemed a little... awkward!

Han Feixuan was sitting opposite Mu Shiyue. The two of them faced each other, and it was impossible to pay attention to each other.

She couldn't figure it out, there were only two seats in such a big conference room, why did he have to stay beside her!Isn't this an intentional block?

So, she put down her hands and said coldly, "Mr. Han, can I take these jobs back and do them?"

Obviously, Mu Shiyue is already very dissatisfied with this kind of 'work' arrangement, and also very awkward.

Han Feixuan shook his head, "No."

Mu Shiyue gritted her teeth, pretending to be indifferent and said again, "Why?"

"What if you can't do it well? And the factory is waiting for it urgently. You can show me after you have selected it. If I have no opinion, I will send it directly to the factory." Han Feixuan leaned back lazily On the seat, Mu Shiyue gritted her teeth with a natural attitude and aloofness.

Well, since it was for work, she endured it.

As long as you can finish your work as soon as possible, it will be fine, so Mu Shiyue stopped talking nonsense and continued to work hard.

It took several hours to work, and when Mu Shiyue looked up again, it was already lunch break.

The sweet aroma of pastry in the tea room floated in through the crack of the door, and her stomach let out a 'gurgling' sound in disappointment. Han Feixuan glanced at it, and Mu Shiyue's face turned red.

It's so embarrassing, how can I have a stomach growl at this time?She should maintain a tall style in front of him.

Looking at more than half of the unfinished work, he sighed secretly, put down his pen, and said, "It's time for lunch break, Mr. Han, I'm going to eat first."

People are like iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat, you won't have the strength to work.

Fangzheng didn't say that he was not allowed to eat or rest, so why did Mu Shiyue insist on cooperating with him?

She sorted out the drawings on the table, then stood up, and was about to go out, when Han Feixuan behind her suddenly said, "Where are you going to eat? The cafeteria?"

Mu Shiyue frowned displeased, what happened to him today?Why do you care that she is so wide!
He replied coldly, "No, I ordered takeaway."

"Then you don't have to go back to the office, just eat here! By the way, bring me another one!" He said slowly, stood up and stretched his muscles.

Mu Shiyue was stunned suddenly, really confused about what he wanted to do, took a deep breath, and called to order food.

When the takeaway was delivered, Han Feixuan's face suddenly sank when he saw the two boxes of self-heating fast food box lunches appearing on the table.

"What's this?" he asked, pointing to it.

Mu Shiyue didn't make such a fuss, just took a box calmly, opened the package, "Instant fast food, the rice is automatically heated, very convenient."

Han Feixuan's eyes tightened, "What do you mean? Where did you order lunch?"

"It's these two!" She said calmly.

He has black lines all over his face, what does she mean by that?To punish him on purpose?Han Feixuan gritted his teeth, took it over and put it in his hand to look carefully over and over again. When he looked at it, Mu Shiyue's rice had already been steamed, poured in the side dishes, she opened the chopsticks, and was ready to start eating.

Before the rice in her hand could be put into her open mouth, Han Feixuan interrupted her and ordered proudly, "You fix this too!"

Seeing the instant meal he pushed towards her, Mu Shiyue's face was gloomy, with a slight sarcasm, "Why? President Han can't make it himself?"

He really doesn't know it. It's the first time for Han Feixuan to eat this kind of convenience food!
Han Feixuan's face was stubborn, and he refused to give in. He just said, "What's wrong with you? Don't forget, you are my wife. Is it okay for a wife to serve her husband occasionally?"

"Well, it's possible, but I remember Mr. Han told me yesterday, let me tell me whether I like it or not in the future." Mu Shiyue finally found a chance to choke him well, or use His own words choke himself, even thinking about it is enjoyable.

After a pause, he said, "So, I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I don't like it, so you should do it yourself!"