Dragon and Phoenix Addicted: The President is addicted to pets

Zuo Xinxin thought of no less than ten big names in the fashion industry, but no matter what, she never expected that the other party, Song Wanyu, Mrs. Song!

This woman, respected by the industry as Mrs. Song, is the idol Zuo Xinxin has always admired.

Legend has it that Mrs. Song was so talented that she once gave up the olive branch of the top university in the country and resolutely devoted herself to the fashion design industry.

Starting from scratch, he led the team to make a living and made his brand one of the few men's clothing brands in China, which won numerous awards and even appeared on the cover of world-renowned magazines.

Seeing that Zuo Xinxin was dumbfounded and her little face was flushed with excitement, Jiang Yucheng smiled arrogantly.

He just likes to see this woman who has never seen the world.

At this time, the car body suddenly tilted,
Zuo Xinxin let out an exclamation, and leaned towards Jiang Yucheng. He was caught off guard and crashed into the man's arms. His head seemed to hit an iron plate, and he felt a dull pain.

The body quickly straightened up and the ride returned to normal.

"Sorry Mr. Jiang, someone is driving in the wrong direction." The assistant driving the car was also in a cold sweat.

The sky was getting dark, and many people became more courageous. Mr. Jiang had only a private meeting this time, without bodyguards.

If something goes wrong...

The assistant didn't dare to think about it anymore.

After reacting, Zuo Xinxin realized that he was in Jiang Yucheng's arms, and he froze.

Don't dare to move.

A faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

I didn't expect this guy to smell quite good.

Realizing what she was thinking, Zuo Xinxin blushed suddenly.

"Is it enough to lie down?"

Suddenly, someone's low and angry voice sounded from above his head.

Zuo Xinxin sat up in shock: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Looking at the woman with a red face and hurriedly arranging her clothes and hair, Jiang Yucheng couldn't help but look at the part under her collarbone that was covered by a white shirt...

It seems that he can still recall the softness that hit his chest just now.

A hint of obscurity flashed across Jiang Yucheng's eyes.

Zuo Xinxin sat on the side blushing and heartbeating, staring straight out of the window, pretending nothing happened.

The man frowned, his thin lips were drawn into a line, and his handsome face was somewhat stern.

The assistant secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, just now, it was because he saw from the rearview mirror that President Jiang Da, who had always only sneered in various ways, suddenly showed an authentic smile from the heart, so his hands slipped and he almost hit the guardrail.

But speaking of it, he has been with Boss Jiang for so long, and he has rarely seen him as happy as today.

Even if it is a deal with a profit of hundreds of millions, it still looks calm and breezy.

Even Miss Zuo Qingxue, who tried her best to please Mr. Jiang, never saw Mr. Jiang smile at her a few times.

I really don't know what kind of woman Mr. Jiang will marry in the future.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a high-end restaurant.

"Boss Jiang, we're here."

Jiang Yucheng responded indifferently, and has returned to his indifferent and noble appearance.

Zuo Xinxin's heart hung up again, unable to restrain his excitement and excitement, he followed closely behind Jiang Yucheng.

The waiter at the door respectfully pushed open the heavy door of the restaurant, and what opened before him was a spacious and luxurious space.

Gorgeous crystal lamps cast faint light, making the whole restaurant look elegant and quiet.Soft saxophone music fills the entire restaurant, slowly soothing people's hearts, making people feel relaxed and peaceful.

Gorgeous European-style tables and chairs, small and exquisite bar, exudes aristocratic atmosphere everywhere.A white porcelain vase is placed on each table, and the pink roses in the vase are blooming softly, which is very harmonious with the surrounding elegant environment.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the two came all the way to the VIP room.

Pushing the door open, you will be greeted with a natural fragrance of flowers and melodious piano music.

The VIP room was decorated more delicately and luxuriously, with every part showing nobility. There was a valuable piano in the room, and someone was playing it right now.

The bright and beautiful piano sounds slowly, gradually overflowing like a tide, filling every corner. Sometimes the piano sound is soothing like a flowing spring, and sometimes it is as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, touching the heart and fascinating.

"Boss Jiang, you're late."

At this time, a gentle and gentle female voice with a gentle smile sounded.

Following the prestige, there was an elegant figure standing in front of the window. Turning around while talking, a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view.

After careful calculation, Mrs. Song is already in her 50s, but she looks like she is in her 30s, with delicate makeup and a smile on her face, showing her youthful beauty.

Mrs. Song is wearing a simple bun, wearing a well-made, elegant white cheongsam, she looks noble and dignified, she has never seen the charm of an oriental woman, like a classical flower, which does not fade with time, leisurely Tranquil blooming.

"Mrs. Song."

Jiang Yucheng's tone was tinged with respect.

In the eyes of others, he is high and proud.

But for Song Wanyu, he is just an outstanding junior.

Song Wanyu didn't delve too deeply into it, her eyes lightly fell on Zuo Xinxin: "This is..."

"My assistant."

Concise and concise.

"Hi Ma'am, my name is Zuo Xinxin." Zuo Xinxin recovered and greeted her quickly.

Song Wanyu nodded and called Jiang Yucheng over. Zuo Xinxin silently listened to their chat, but her gaze kept on Mrs. Song.

Cheongsam is worn by safe women. It is soothing and leisurely, peaceful and quiet. Sitting, standing, walking, and walking are well-regulated. It does not seem to be ostentatious.

Zuo Xinxin has never seen anyone who can convey such a charm in the cheongsam.

Mrs. Song was the first.

Not long after, the waiter pushed the dining cart in, placed the dishes neatly on the table, and then quietly retreated out.

Hearing the chat between the two just now, Zuo Xinxin naturally recognized the name.

Most likely, Weiyun intends to cooperate with Mrs. Song, but Mrs. Song is putting on airs and refuses to let go.

Tomorrow morning, Mrs. Song will go abroad. This meal is said to be a private meeting, but it is actually the last chance.

That's why Jiang Yucheng came forward in person.

and so……

What did Jiang Yucheng bring her here for?
Zuo Xinxin couldn't figure it out.

But soon, she knew.

This guy really used her as an assistant.

No, it should be the waiter.

What was supposed to be done by the assistant outside now fell on her head.

No wonder the assistant looked at her strangely when she came in just now.

"Department of Design?"

At the stall where Zuo Xinxin got up to hand out the tissues, Song Wanyu caught sight of the work badge pinned to her chest.

The good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, as if a little displeased.

Zuo Xinxin's body froze, thinking secretly.

When I came here, I was in a hurry, knowing that the other party was Mrs. Song, and I was too excited, so I didn't notice these details at all.

"Is Mr. Jiang's assistant transferred from the design department?"

Song Wanyu wiped her mouth gracefully, and there was still a faint smile between her brows and eyes, making it hard to see.

Zuo Xinxin knew that it was not suitable for her to speak, so she subconsciously looked at Jiang Yucheng.

But seeing the latter enjoying the perfect meal slowly and wiping his mouth gracefully, he didn't intend to help her.

This guy……

Is it because you want to see her make a fool of yourself?
"At the beginning of Zhiai's establishment, Mrs. Song held multiple positions and served as the design director herself, cultivating batch after batch of excellent designers. If the seniors are like this, we juniors should work harder."

Zuo Xinxin took a deep breath, smiled, spoke carefully, poured a cup of tea while talking, and held it in front of Song Wanyu.

During the period of starting a business, people received very little attention. The reason why Zuo Xinxin knew this was completely from Song Wanyu's personal biography.

At that time, Song Wanyu was really working hard, but at this time, Zuo Xinxin could also see that Song Wanyu was carrying a trace of arrogance.

She wanted Jiang Yucheng to bow his head, but after the whole meal, Jiang Yucheng moved forward and retreated with restraint, fully reflecting the shrewdness and gentlemanly demeanor of a businessman.

To put it bluntly, if Madam Song can come, it means that she intends to cooperate. She is just putting on airs like a senior, trying to improve Jiang Yucheng's spirit, who knows that the latter will not give in.

The most important thing is that Jiang Yucheng took advantage of Song Wanyu in front of her little assistant.

But hearing her words, Song Wanyu was stunned.

Jiang Yucheng didn't seem to expect that Zuo Xinxin would say these words, his dark eyes fixed on the smiling face, and he suddenly felt that this woman had some tricks.

Zuo Xinxin took a deep breath and said again: "To tell you the truth, in my heart, you have always been my idol, whether it is the joy of your first championship, or the courage of Dongshan again when you fell to the bottom. , all in my life, gave me great hope and encouragement.”

"Because of you, I chose to become a designer. Because of you, I mustered up the courage to walk out of that special period. It was you who said that behind the bright future, there must be countless heartaches and tears. Don't forget the original intention .”

"So, I have always adhered to my original intention and my own philosophy."

Speaking of this, Zuo Xinxin slowly raised her eyes, looked straight at Song Wanyu who was a little surprised, and continued: "I'm just a small designer. I'm very happy to meet you today. I'm sorry, I said something that shouldn't be said."

After the words fell, she didn't dare to stay here any longer, and turned around to leave.

"stop."

Jiang Yucheng spoke slowly.

Zuo Xinxin stopped obediently, turned around, and lowered her head, making her expression hard to see.

Jiang Yucheng glanced at her coldly: "Sit down."

The man seemed to be angry, and his deep voice carried a hint of danger.

Zuo Xinxin was so nervous that her palms were sweating, she bit her lip tightly, dawdled and dawdled, and sat back.

"Apologize to Mrs. Song."

Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Yucheng's eyes sank: "Do you need me to repeat it?"

"and many more."

Zuo Xinxin gritted her teeth and was about to apologize when Song Wanyu spoke.

Ever since Zuo Xinxin finished speaking, her expression was a little complicated, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She didn't come back to her senses until just now.

Song Wanyu stood up and walked over.

"What's your name?"

"Zuo Xinxin."

"Are you interested in coming to work with me?"

Zuo Xinxin raised her head abruptly, and looked at the smiling woman in front of her in disbelief.

Not far away, Jiang Yucheng also frowned tightly.

Things seem to be out of control.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, although I like you very much, but... I..."

Zuo Xinxin didn't expect such a dramatic turn of events, and didn't know what to say for a moment.