The Sweetest Marriage: Gu Shaospreads Sugar Addiction

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoran squinted at her with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.

But Xu Xiaoran quickly covered up the sarcasm, pursed her mouth: "Cousin, I really think I can learn a lot from you, but you can't steal my design draft..."

Her tone was full of grievances, and she carefully raised her eyes to look in Xu Rusong's direction.

This appearance made Xu Rusong very guilty.

"Okay, Yanhui, you can go back first, and I will hand over Li's design drafts to Xiaoran in the future."

"Okay." Xu Yanhui left the office with her head down.

"Xiao Ran, Dad is wrong this time, just tell me what you want, Dad will definitely satisfy you!"

Xu Xiaoran's eyes lit up, the depression was swept away, and she leaned to her side to wrap his arms around him.

"I want a Birkin from Hermes!"

"Okay." Xu Rusong laughed helplessly.

Holding the phone, Mu Qingge typed and deleted a paragraph in the dialogue box, very entangled.

Originally, she had an appointment with Gu Xiuye ​​today, but Chen Zehao's impromptu text message forced her to break the appointment.

After much hesitation, Mu Qingge decided to send it directly: "I have something to do tonight, don't wait for me."

As soon as the message was sent, Gu Xiuye's reply arrived.

"What's the matter, I'll take you there."

Mu Qingge didn't want Gu Xiuye ​​to know that she was working as Chen Zehao's personal dress tailor, so he made an excuse.

Fortunately, Gu Xiuye ​​did not continue to investigate, which made Mu Qingge heave a sigh of relief.

After work, Mu Qingge hurried to Chen Zehao's villa.

"coming?"

When Chen Zehao saw her come in, he handed over the manual.

Mu Qingge took the manual from him, flipped through it casually, and found that it was full of suit styles for this season.

"About a week later, I will attend a reception and need you to help me design a suit."

"no problem."

Men's clothing is much more convenient than women's clothing, and she has always had the habit of collecting current season trends. This manual is of no use to her.

"My data is in the manual." Chen Zehao raised his chin, motioning for her to turn to the last page.

The above data about Chen Zehao, from neck circumference to hip circumference, everything is listed on it.

Mu Qingge frowned slightly, looked at Chen Zehao's figure again, and asked in doubt, "How long ago was this data?"

"About a year ago."

"No wonder..." Mu Qingge closed the manual, "I need to re-measure your data, is that okay?"

Chen Zehao raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with this data?"

"The pants are shorter and the bust is a little smaller."

Mu Qingge lowered his head to confirm the data, and nodded in affirmation.

A flash of amazement flashed in Chen Zehao's eyes, Mu Qingge could actually detect such a slight difference with his eyes.

With Chen Zehao's consent, Mu Qingge casually pulled her hair back, and took a measuring tape on Chen Zehao's body.

When Mu Qingge approached, a scent of milk penetrated from her body into Chen Zehao's nose.

It made Chen Zehao's throat roll, and he inadvertently dodged back.

But Mu Qingge didn't notice it, and recorded Chen Zehao's data in detail one by one in the manual.

Chen Zehao endured a little cold sweat on his forehead, trying not to let himself think about other things.

"All right!"

It wasn't until Mu Qingge wrote down the last statistic that Chen Zehao felt relieved and took a few steps back to stabilize his mind.

It was only then that Mu Qingge noticed his strangeness: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, do you need to measure anything?"

"It's gone, then I'll go home." Mu Qingge put away the notebook and put it back in the bag.

Chen Zehao nodded quickly, watched her leave, and trotted into the bathroom.

Neither of them noticed the black figure squatting outside the French window of the living room.

Lu Wenwen flipped through the pictures sent by the private detective today, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled.

After changing hands, they sent these pictures to the marketing account, bought the navy, and bought Mu Qingge and Chen Zehao to the third most searched.

As soon as he got home, before Mu Qingge had time to take a breath, Mu Qingjue ran to the door with his mobile phone "Deng Deng".

"Sister! You were photographed!"

"What?" Mu Qingge didn't have time to change his shoes, and stood at the entrance looking at Weibo.

The photos selected by the marketing account are all from the right angles, and they look like photos of the two of them being extremely intimate.

If this photo was of herself, she would have believed that the two of them in the photo must be having an affair.

"Sister, what's going on?" Mu Qingjue wrinkled her face in anxiety.

Mu Qingge twitched the corners of his mouth: "My sister is going to work, you go back to your room to do your homework first, and my sister will take care of it."

Mu Qingjue nodded angrily with her wrinkled face.

Looking at these photos, Mu Qingge immediately called Gu Xiuye.

"Xiu Ye, I..."

As soon as the call was connected, Mu Qingge couldn't wait to explain.

But Gu Xiuye's low laughter came from the phone.

Mu Qingge was taken aback: "What are you laughing at?"

Gu Xiuye ​​was smiling, and his bright eyes were bent: "Qing Ge, I'm very happy."

Gladly, she chose to explain to herself the first time.

This made Mu Qingge puzzled even more, and even wondered if Gu Xiuye ​​was out of his mind with anger.

"Are you okay?" Mu Qingge carefully tested.

"I've already got someone to deal with the trending things, you don't have to worry." Gu Xiuye's heart was filled with sweetness like a honeypot.

"You...don't doubt me?" Mu Qingge was slightly taken aback, never expecting Gu Xiuye ​​to react like this.

Before making the phone call, she had expected various reactions, but she never expected that Gu Xiuye ​​would have this kind of reaction.

"Qingge, I've always believed in you." Gu Xiuye's gentle and powerful voice made Mu Qingge's flustered heart gradually calm down.

Mu Qingge's nose was a little sour, and he didn't know what to say.

"You went to Chen Zehao for me again?"

Gu Xiuye ​​recalled what William said when he suddenly came to SK to seek cooperation.

If Mu Qingge made a deal with Chen Zehao for him, it is very possible.

"Hmm." Mu Qingge responded sullenly, and told Gu Xiuye ​​about being Chen Zehao's personal dress tailor.

Gu Xiuye's heart was instantly filled with distress. If Mu Qingge was in front of him, he would definitely hug her into his arms.

He originally thought that he could hold Mu Qingge in his hands and take care of him, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was Mu Qingge who did so many things for him.

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Qingge seemed to be his patron saint.

"Qing Ge, thank you."

Mu Qingge lowered his head and smiled slightly, then shook his head: "It should be me thanking you, I can get out of the haze, thanks to you."

"President Gu." Qin Mian knocked on the door,

Gu Xiuye ​​comforted in a soft voice: "I'll deal with the trending matters, don't worry, I'm here."