President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

While thinking, Kun Jie stretched out his head and looked out the car window.

"What are you looking at?" Huo Hangzhi asked in a deep voice.

Kun Jie quickly retracted his head and shook his head desperately, "It's nothing, I'll drive to the company now."

In his heart, he complained, the sun didn't come out from the west, how could Lord Huo become so strange?

Guessing all the way, the car arrived at the company soon.

Huo Hangzhi quickly got into work, held several cross-border video conferences in the morning, and called back the new plans of the design department and the marketing department by the way.

Everyone was very busy, only Huo Hangzhi was able to handle it with ease.

Kun Jie was also as busy as a spinning top, spinning non-stop, finally took a moment to catch his breath, and hurried to the tea room.

He was dying of thirst, and if he didn't drink any more water, he would probably die of dehydration directly!

Before he finished his cup of lemon tea, someone approached him.

"Kunzhu, why do you drink this brewed lemon tea? It's not healthy. Come on, this is the fresh lemon tea I brewed myself in the morning. Try it!"

Kun Jie took a closer look and found that it was a new designer from the design department.

At the moment, the designer is dressed very coolly, and the soft fragrance on his chest almost hangs directly on his arms.

Kun Jie immediately jumped away, and scolded with a cold face, "What are you doing, come to work dressed like this, you treat Dadongyang Company as a nightclub?"

"Kun Zhu, why are you so excited? I am a designer, so of course I am more bold and avant-garde in dressing. If you say it is a nightclub style, I will be sad." The designer said, with a bit of grievance in his voice .

Kun Jie was unmoved, "No matter how sad you are, you can't change it, this is the fact of nightclub style."

Designer: "..."

I really want to pry open this man's brain to see what is inside, is it a steel bar, hard and straight!

After taking a few deep breaths, the designer smiled again, "Did you misunderstand something, Kunsuke, I just want to make friends with you."

"You came to Dadongyang Company to work, not to make friends." Kun Jie said coldly again.

Without waiting for the designer to speak again, Kun Jie walked out.

He didn't forget to warn her, "You'd better put your mind on your work, or I'll get you out of Dadongyang Company!"

After Kun Jie finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

The designer stomped his feet angrily, but continued to catch up, and hurriedly grabbed Kunjie's sleeve, "Wait a minute, Kunzhu, I was actually joking with you just now, I was looking for you for something."

Kun Jie shook off her hand, "If you have something to say, don't fart in front of me."

"It's the little cleaner who came to the company before, the one who came with Lord Huo, do you still have an impression of Kunzhu?" the designer asked.

Isn't that Qin Su? !

"What happened to Miss Qin?" Kun Jie asked.

The designer smiled, and took out a wallet from his bag, "My aunt also works as a cleaner at Dadongyang Company, and I took her to get the cleaning supplies that day, only to find that she had left the wallet in the dressing room.

I want to return it to her, but she hasn't come these days, so I can only ask me to ask. ’ explained the designer.

Kun Jie took the wallet over, "Why didn't you talk about such an important matter earlier, talking a bunch of nonsense over there, and even took the initiative to stick it on me, making it look like seduction!"

In the tone, there is impatience and disgust.

The designer's face was scorched green, "Don't you want to say hello to Kunzhu, don't you like such a warm way of greeting?"

Kun Jie nodded, and answered very simply, "Well, I don't like it, you are a girl, be more reserved, don't make yourself so cheap, if you can work in Dadongyang Company, you have strength, and you just did that , as if you climbed up because of your beauty, don't you feel wronged when it spreads?"