Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

"I believe in you, you will definitely win the design championship!" Leng Chenxi encouraged.

"Well, thank you!" An Xiaojing smiled back.

After work, she made an appointment with Yu Huanluo. It felt like she hadn't seen Yu Huanluo for a long time, and she didn't know how Yu Huanluo was doing now, but the last time she met Shangguan Qing on the cruise ship, he told him His feelings are blank now.

If Yu Huanluo is told this good news, she should be very happy.

"Huanluo!" An Xiaojing laughed when she saw Yu Huanluo's car, waving her arms.

"Xiao Jing!" Yu Huanluo also shouted happily.

"Huan Luo, let me tell you something very happy, you must be very happy to hear it." An Xiaojing said pretending to be mysterious.

"What's the matter?" Yu Huanluo asked.

"Tell me first why you never mentioned Shangguanqing in front of me again?"

"This! He said it all, I don't need to take care of his affairs, I don't want to appear so self-indulgent!" Yu Huanluo thought of the scene of Shangguanqing talking and laughing with another woman in the restaurant that day, and her heart was like It was stabbed deeply.

"But Shangguan himself told me that he has nothing to do with that woman, believe it or not!"

When Yu Huanluo heard this, his eyes lit up!

"Really?"

she asked in disbelief.

"Of course, why would I lie to you!" An Xiaojing rolled her eyes at Yu Huanluo.

"Then why did he lie to me before?" Yu Huanluo was a little confused. In fact, you can feel whether a person likes you or not. Ruthlessly pulled away.

She just didn't understand very very highly.

"Huan Luo, you should ask her yourself!" An Xiaojing suggested.

"En! Find a chance!"

In a high-end French restaurant, Leng Yichen and An Xiya are sitting, but Leng Yichen is not necessarily interested in the delicious food on the table. He flips through his phone, and there is a photo on it, which is An Xiaojing's different meals this time. The work of the Design Week of the Big Company Fellowship.

It's just that he feels that An Xiaojing's level shouldn't be like this.

The snow gauze dress she designed is really good, but there should be room for development.

"What are you looking at?" An Xiya asked.

"A dress!" Leng Yichen returned in a casual tone.

An Xiya cast a glance, and immediately knew what Leng Yichen was talking about.

There was a sneer in her heart.

"The one designed by Xiaojing, right? If she wins the first prize, the points should go to Nangong Han? Or the Empire?"

Leng Yichen was also thinking about this question, and after a long pause, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "She doesn't have that qualification!"

Then, ignoring the steak on his plate that hadn't touched much, Leng Yichen left An Xiya alone and went out from the restaurant.

And when An Xiaojing and Yu Huanluo were chatting happily, they ran into Yu Zhenhuan, and Yu Zhenhuan smiled at her.

"Xiaojing, I've seen your work in this design week, it's very good!"

Being encouraged by Yu Zhenhuan, An Xiaojing felt a warm feeling in her heart, she was naturally happy.

Yu Zhenhuan's existence, to An Xiaojing, is like a big brother, he will save herself when she is in danger, and not once or twice, but Yu Zhenhuan can also encourage her when it comes to study and work , An Xiaojing admired such a person from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you!" An Xiaojing was really happy that her work was appreciated by such a person.

The corners of Yu Zhenhuan's eyes slightly curled up. He knew that An Xiaojing was often a very difficult person.

Therefore, when An Xiaojing and Yu Huanluo stood together, she became more mature.

And he also admired An Xiaojing's maturity beyond her age.

But such a harmonious scene was quickly bumped by Leng Yichen.

When Leng Yichen came out of the French restaurant, he happened to meet these three people.

He snorted through his nose.

"What a coincidence!" Leng Yichen's words quickly sprayed on An Xiaojing's face.

"Young Master Leng, long time no see, you look more and more radiant!" Yu Zhenhuan said a few polite words, but Leng Yichen was indeed handsome.

Leng Yichen didn't have much interest in Yu Zhenhuan, but he didn't pay much attention to An Xiaojing, and he felt an inexplicable anger in his chest.

Then, without saying a word, An Xiaojing was pulled away from the Yu family.

"What are you doing, Leng Yichen?" An Xiaojing was used to Leng Yichen's behavior, but anyway, she should say goodbye to those two people.

Young Master Leng can be rude and defiant, but she, An Xiaojing, is not.

"Your surname is not Yu, but you are very close to someone surnamed Yu. People who don't know you may think you are a family." Leng Yichen let go of An Xiaojing's body, and then put his hands in his trouser pockets .

He was already tall, and An Xiaojing always felt a little oppressed when she looked at him.

"Young Master Leng said this, so everyone who is with you has to be named Leng?" An Xiaojing gave Leng Yichen a white look.

Leng Yichen didn't pay much attention to this sentence, and then asked: "You should not participate in that design week!"

"why!"

"Because I won't let you win the game! An Xiaojing, do you know your identity, you are not an employee under Nangong Han, you are the young mistress of the Imperial Group."

"Hehe, it's the first time I've heard you recognize me so much!" An Xiaojing sarcastically said, is this person going to trample on her dream now?impossible.

"Stop praising yourself, and if I'm not sure, just do it for me."

Leng Yichen's words were cold, it's just that An Xiaojing was used to this kind of attitude towards him, but she never chose to give in, and this time, she won't.

She was even more lazy to pay attention to the person in front of her, she knew that arguing with him was just a waste of her tongue.

After all, if you want to discuss some reason with this person, it is almost equivalent to dreaming.

Thinking this way, An Xiaojing turned around and wanted to stay away, but it was impossible for Leng Yichen to remain indifferent.

Sure enough, Leng Yichen was angered by her actions, and he immediately grabbed An Xiaojing's wrist so that she couldn't move forward.

An Xiaojing felt pain because of his strength, she frowned slightly and struggled: "What are you doing, let me go."

"You'd better take the time to learn etiquette. When someone talks to you, you just want to walk away in such a rude way. Besides, this person is your husband. Don't embarrass the Leng family! Don't forget that you belong to the Leng family Young Mistress!"

Leng Yichen looked angry, stared at An Xiaojing's face for a long time, and then said: "Give up the game!"

"Impossible!" An Xiaojing felt annoyed in her heart, and compromising was not something she would do.

Before that, Leng Yichen had tampered with his jewelry design to prevent her from winning the competition.This time, history cannot be allowed to repeat itself.