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“Why are you opening this?”

Song Fuan hung his head and said:

"If it doesn't fit, it'll be a waste of time. Otherwise, let's work together and take it all apart."

Zhao Xinyi said confidently:

"Trust me, open this. This is a gift from my brother. I trust my brother's judgment."

"Oh, so you're carrying some contraband!"

Song Fuan suddenly became excited:

"Okay, then open this one."

When it was unpacked, it turned out to be a black gold-stamped suit. For Hongdou, who was afraid of the cold and didn't really want to wear skirts, this suit really suited her aesthetic taste.

But this suit looks very expensive.

No reward for no merit.

Hongdou was a little embarrassed, "This brand is not cheap, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? My brother is your brother. Go and try it on." Zhao Xinyi was very satisfied with her brother's aesthetic taste.

But Song Fuan felt:

"For such a solemn occasion, it would be better to wear a dress, right?"

"Oh, stop dawdling. Time waits for no one. Boss, go and try it." Zhao Xinyi urged, pulling Hongdou towards the lounge in the office.

Hongdou had just turned around when she heard Song Fuan exclaim "Wow".

She covered her mouth with one hand in surprise and held Zhao Xinyi with the other hand. After a long while of excitement, she managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Xinyi Xinyi, alive, alive, alive."

Zhao Xinyi said angrily:

"Of course I'm alive. If I were dead, you..."

Zhao Xinyi turned around and saw someone coming to the door.

Her legs went limp:

"Oh my god, I'm going to die."

The two reactions were so huge that Hongdou stared at the man in a suit at the door for a few seconds and came to the conclusion: she didn't know him.

At the door, Suri asked in a very elegant and gentlemanly manner:

"Miss Nan, can I come in?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

"Of course you can. Please come in."

Without waiting for Hongdou to answer.

Zhao Xinyi and Song Fuan, two people who rarely commit infatuation, rushed over, each holding an arm and directly dragging Su Li in.

Suri was also holding a big box in his hands.

He stood in front of Hongdou:

"At Mr. Gu's request, I customized Miss Nan's annual meeting uniform. I'm sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm late."

"Wow!"

"My brother-in-law is so awesome!"

Song Fuan didn't know Gu Junxie's true identity, so she was amazed, "He actually had the ability to let Su Li personally design a dress for you, Boss, this is Su Li, Su Li!"

"Suri?"

I still don’t recognize Hongdou.

Suri smiled slightly:

"I'm a small fashion designer in Lower Suri."

"Xiao Xiao? Mr. Suri, you are too modest, Boss. Do you know how valuable Suri's designs are? A random dress is worth a house. Well, of course, your house can't buy a dress designed by Mr. Suri."

Uh......

That's if that's the case.

Hongdou took a small step back:

"Excuse me, Mr. Su, my husband ordered a custom-made dress from you... Has he paid for it? In full or in installments?"

Suri thought to herself, has your husband ever paid for any of the clothes he ordered from me?

Of course, this guy has shares in him.

So every year Suri gave him dividends.

But in order to prevent Hongdou from feeling any psychological pressure, Suri still cooperated and said, "I have already paid in full."

Full payment?

An apartment?

Mamma Mia!

This prodigal old man!

Hongdou almost fell to the ground in response, but she still summoned up the courage to ask in a low voice:

"Um... this thing... can it be retracted?"

retreat?

Suri's frustration came all of a sudden.

Throughout his career, people have always been begging him for help, and there has never been any case of anyone rejecting him.

He was a little puzzled:

"Miss Nan, do you want to try it on first? If you don't like it or it doesn't fit, we can discuss it later."

"No need to try, just return it to me."

Hongdou's voice was almost crying.

A skirt is equal to an apartment.

It wasn't the small apartment she lives in now.

How expensive is that?

Just thinking about Hongdou makes my heart ache.

"Miss Nan, do you dislike my design? Or do you have a problem with me as a person?"

He dressed himself up specially when he came.

Although he is not as handsome as Gu Junxie, his appearance is good enough to be popular in the entire fashion design circle.

It was hard for him to accept the feeling of being rejected without even a glance at him.

Zhao Xinyi and Song Fuan standing by didn't even dare to breathe.

What is the boss doing?

She was rejecting Suri.

Suri.

Many celebrities and rich ladies would try their best to meet Suri, let alone wear a dress designed by Suri herself.

And she!

This ungrateful woman was so disrespectful to Su Li.

"No, no, no, our boss definitely didn't mean that!" Zhao Xinyi hurriedly tried to smooth things over for Hongdou.

Song Fuan also echoed:

"She must have been shocked by Mr. Suri's personal appearance. Mr. Suri looks better in person than in the poster, more handsome, and more refreshing."

Be nice.

I feel relaxed and happy.

Zhao Xinyi winked at her and whispered, "Can't you save some face for yourself?"

"You're still blaming me. Why don't you wipe your drool? Your dress is going to get dirty."

These two eye-catching bags!

Hongdou said very honestly:

"Mr. Su, is there a possibility that I am simply poor?"

"poverty?"

It seems that this word has never existed in Suri's dictionary.

Not to mention associating this word with the richest man, Gu Junxie.

"Yes, I am poor."

Anko nodded.

Suri didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It's like this, Mrs. Gu. This dress was indeed specially customized by Mr. Gu. I didn't give him a single cent of discount."

"So I don't want this dress anymore, please return it to me."

Anko almost pleaded.

Suri waved his hand:

"No, no, no, Mrs. Gu, you misunderstood. I founded Suri Work Designers, and the funds were sponsored by Mr. Gu. It is equivalent to a partnership between Mr. Gu and me. Every year, the share of the studio alone, I give Mr. Gu a nine-digit amount."

"Nine figures?"

Just hearing this, Hongdou felt that it was nothing.

But Zhao Xinyi and Song Fuan were counting on their fingers:

"indivual."

"ten."

"Hundred."

"thousand."

"Ten thousand."

"One hundred thousand."

"million."

"Tens of millions."

When they counted to ten million, Hongdou saw that Zhao Xinyi and Song Fuan had both counted to their eighth finger.

When they finally reached the ninth root, the two of them looked at each other in disbelief:

"100 million."

"100 million?"

When Hongdou heard about Yi, a unit that couldn't be more unfamiliar, she felt a rush of blood in her head, her throat felt sweet, her legs went limp, and she fell down like a loser...