black mandala

It was pale.

He even imagined that when this face appeared in front of him again, he would use his own hands to personally lead him into the gate of Hongtian, making Hongtian a harbor to protect him again.

Hehe, it's ridiculous to think about it, that opponent once almost swallowed up his company, leaving him with nothing, and when he finally turned defeat into victory and won everything, he actually felt compassionate and wanted to protect this man's son .

It seems that he was the one who guessed wrong, Xiao Muyuan sighed in his heart.

A real beast needs only to lick its wounds briefly after being wounded, and after that it only grows fiercer and crazier.

And this face that he had seen for more than two years, until this moment, he could not see it clearly.

"Why—became Devon Waugh?"

"You don't need to know, and you are not qualified to know."

He Qingwen raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Muyuan coldly.

For more than two years, he has been paying attention to all the movements of this man. Every move of his will become the subject of He Qingwen's research. He analyzes Xiao Muyuan's thinking all the time. He wants to understand the reason behind every move of Xiao Muyuan. Intention, he must grasp every thought of this man, even every look in his eyes, only in this way can he defeat him, and then drag him down from the highest cloud.

"Xiao Muyuan, brace yourself, the war between us has just begun."

"Do you think all this really makes sense?"

"I was reborn because of this, Xiao Muyuan, don't you think this sentence you asked is ridiculous?"

Yes, it's ridiculous!

The man's father fell in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, he took away everything that belonged to him.

They are all just boats in the commercial sea, with no direction, only moving forward, and facing all obstacles, there is no detour, only destruction.

He Qingwen's eyes were as cold as ice, and his eyes were like thousands of knives, shooting at Xiao Muyuan.

But Xiao Muyuan turned his head and cast his eyes on the green forest under their feet.

He pointed to the other side, and said to He Qingwen, "I don't know what you plan to do here, but here is a new beginning of your life. He Qingwen, the legend of Hongtian will always belong to its creator. It will always belong to your father, if you really want to defeat me by destroying Hongtian, then I will open the door of Hongtian generously to you and welcome you."

The mountain wind blew past, blowing their skirts and hurting their faces.

The injury from that year is still aching, not healed, and still bleeding.

In the fight, while stabbing the enemy vigorously, who can retreat completely.

No one can do it, they are already scarred and bruised.

Why bother—

Xiao Muyuan turned around and left. ?

☆, desire

?The "GreenDream" project was officially launched. On the day of the groundbreaking ceremony, Xiao Muyuan went to the scene. He stood in the distance and looked at the solemn He Qingwen in front of the display picture with blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water.

"GreenDream, green dream, fulfill your dream of returning to nature—"

The 10-minute wonderful speech won him warm applause, and the reporters surrounding him were even more numerous, with three layers inside and outside.

"Mr. Devon Wo*, may I ask why Shengshi is doing such a high-investment and slow-return project this time?"

"I said just now that Shengshi's purpose of creating this resort is not a commercial behavior, but a semi-public welfare behavior. As for why Shengshi did this, it is mainly to help everyone in their busy lives. If I want to provide a natural paradise where everyone can feel comfortable physically and mentally, why should I use money as an obstacle for everyone to enter this country? The success of a business Sometimes it doesn’t have to be measured by money, as long as you remember that your happiness comes from Shengshi, from GreenDream, then we are successful, and Shengshi——will become eternal in people’s minds.”

wow wow wow-

Applause again.

"Mr. Dai Wen, I heard that your opponent, Hongtian Group, was also planning a resort some time ago, but you seized the business opportunity one step ahead. Are you going to openly fight with Hongtian?"

"Hehe! This reporter, first of all, what I want to say is that in this commercial tide, there is no absolute opposition between companies with the same ideas and practices, and sometimes there is an interactive and mutually beneficial dependence. , Shengshi and Hongtian, as the leading enterprises in this city and even this province, have been developing together for so many years. Today, they are evenly matched in strength. I think if they are friends, they are even rivals. Am I right? ? Director Xiao?"

He Qingwen smiled meaningfully at the camera.

Xiao Muyuan stood in the distance and clapped his hands gently.

"I didn't expect He Qingwen to be so good at acting. He really knows how to buy people's hearts." Li Dongxu said standing beside Xiao Muyuan.

"In this world, who is not acting all the time, for others to see, and for himself, He Qingwen is probably deceiving himself."

Li Dongxu was puzzled for a moment after hearing Xiao Muyuan's words, and was a little bit taken aback.

Xiao Muyuan chuckled faintly, and waved his hand, "Let's go! The play is over, and it's time for the actors to take off their makeup. Don't watch it, it's a form of respect."

After speaking, he turned and walked to the car, Li Dongxu followed behind.

The moment before the car started, Li Dongxu turned his head from the front co-pilot again, "Mr. Xiao, Rong Shiming's car has also left."

Xiao Muyuan closed his eyes and nodded.

The afternoon was a bit cloudy, with light rain falling.

He Qingwen came to He Yuntian's cemetery, where a man with half-white hair was squatting.

"Uncle Rong, long time no see!"

Rong Shiming's hand holding the wine shook, and the wine spilled on the stone slabs of the cemetery.

He raised his eyes and looked at He Qingwen.

"Qingwen, I——come to see your father."

He Qingwen walked to He Yuntian's tomb, also squatted down, and wiped away the wine that fell on the slate with his hands.

"Thank you Uncle Rong, you still remember my father."

"Qingwen——" Rong Shiming hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment, and brought the cup to his mouth to take a sip of the wine.

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Rong still remembered that this kind of wine was my father's favorite drink." He Qingwen picked up the wine bottle and carefully looked at the year on it. Angry, my mother always said that he is closer to wine than our mother and son. But I know that my dad never drinks alone, he only drinks with his friends and brothers. In fact, what he really kisses is not the wine, but the wine. brother--"

"Qingwen, don't—say any more!" Rong Shiming drank the wine in his glass, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

He Qing Wentiao turned around and sat down next to He Yuntian's stone tablet.

"Uncle Rong, tell me, people—why do you always regret when things are irreversible? Regret for making the wrong choice, regret for saying the wrong thing, regret for trusting others too easily, regret for giving too much—" He raised the glass of wine that Rong Shiming placed in front of He Yuntian's stele, and poured it into his mouth.

Spicy, the moment it entered his throat, He Qingwen almost choked out tears. He endured it and swallowed the cup of bitterness.

When the wind blows, the red leaves flutter and flutter.

On the stone tablet, in the old black and white photo, a strong man who has been silent forever, sees everything in the dark.

Rong Shiming covered his eyes, but he couldn't stop the transparent liquid from flowing out from between his fingers.

He sobbed, sniffled, and shook his shoulders feebly. In the end, his knees touched the ground, and he bent down in front of the stone tablet, weeping bitterly.

"Yuntian—I'm sorry—it's me—I'm the one who hurt you—"

He Qingwen twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted and sneered.

He picked up the bottle of wine, glass after glass, filled it up, and drank it.

Even though Rong Shiming was crying heartbreakingly, he didn't even look at it.

He has long been unable to distinguish between the real and the fake in the world, so why not treat it as a play!

"Yes, President, I understand." Weier handed over the phone to He Qingwen, who was already a little drunk, "Mr. Devon, the call from the President."

He Qingwen's eyes were blurred and half-opened. He took it and smiled at the person on the other side of the videophone screen.

"Dougron—"

"Diven, are you drunk again? I said, don't drink too much alcohol, it's not good for your health." Doug Lang still kept his gentleness like water, coaxing softly on the other end of the phone.

He Qingwen snorted twice, "You bastard, you're really hypocritical."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" Doug Lang smiled playfully.

It could be seen that He Qingwen really drank too much, even the screen was shaking.

Holding the phone in one hand, He Qingwen loosened the tie around his neck with the other, walked into the bedroom, and threw himself on the bed.

He squinted at the screen and said, "Didn't you say - you like to see me - when I'm drunk?"

"Hehehe, indeed, you look really attractive when you're drunk, just like now."

Doug Lang's gaze wandered back and forth on He Qingwen's face, from his lips to his unbuttoned neckline.

He Qingwen was lying on the bed with his shirt twisted, revealing his delicate and fair neck and half of his shoulders, and because of the wine, his skin became a little pink, making people want to take a bite.

Dougron gently caressed the screen with his fingers, but because he couldn't actually touch it, he felt extremely hungry and thirsty.

"Diven, I really want to eat you right now."

He Qingwen turned his head, smiled faintly, and replied, "Whenever you say these words, you will become like a wolf, tearing me apart—"

"You make me unable to control myself, Diven, every time I see you like this, I want to eat you into my stomach, make you just mine, this life—just mine."

At first, Douglang also thought that his feeling for He Qingwen might just be a novelty, and when the novelty passed, he would no longer be so persistent.

But what he didn't expect was that in the past two years, his liking for He Qingwen was increasing day by day, because even at work, he found that he was thinking about He Qingwen all the time.

Thinking of the smell of him, the feeling of touching him, the ease of being around him.

Even if two people stay together and don't have sex/love, as long as He Qingwen stays by his side, he will feel satisfied.

He couldn't do without He Qingwen for a long time——

He Qingwen saw Douglang's eyes full of desire/desire from the screen, and he knew what he was thinking.

He wanted to see him when he fucked——

He Qingwen snorted coldly, and said to him, "When I am old and old, with white hair and chicken skin, will you still think so? At that time, it will only make you sick, Doug Lang?"

"Fool, by then, I'll be old too, don't forget, I'm ten years older than you, and I'll get old faster than you, so don't be afraid, baby!"

He Qingwen turned over on the bed, "You mean, you'll still want me by then? Then two toothless old guys with wrinkled orange peel hugged each other and rolled around on the bed?"

"Hehehe, Diven, I'm so glad you've become bold and humorous, and you've started fantasizing about our old age, I'm really happy." Doug Lang laughed heartily on the phone .

The wine he drank just now was a bit strong, He Qingwen pressed his forehead, and gently rubbed his temples that started to ache secretly.

He sighed, "It's just a transaction between us, not love, and we can't go that far, Doug Lang, you know it."

"Diven, what is love? Can you tell me?" Doug Lang asked.

He Qingwen put down his hands and leaned his head on the head of the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the white roof.

what is love?

"Love is mutual support, interdependence, and long-term bondage and nostalgia. There is no transaction, no scheming, only simplicity."

Just like his father and mother, they can share joys and sorrows, and they can learn from each other.

Doug Lang thought for a while, and then said, "Diven, in this world, there is no love without a reason, and love must be conditional, just like I like you, I will choose you because you attract me, your body Can satisfy my desire, meet these conditions, we will be together, so - I love you!"

Doug Lang said the last three words very softly, and it was also a confession to He Qingwen.

He Qingwen was taken aback after hearing the three words Doug Lang said, "Doug Lang, what did you say?"

"I said, I love you - Diven."

He Qingwen snorted coldly, "Are you kidding, Doug Lang, I'm just you—"

It's just one of your playthings—

He Qingwen didn't say a word, but thinking of this, his heart twitched fiercely.

"Diven, maybe you won't believe it, but I really love you." Doug Lang's expression was very serious.

He Qingwen didn't take it seriously, "Doug Lang, why are you always so hypocritical, we've always been just getting what we need, what we need! We - are nothing."

Even if he became Dougron's adopted son, no matter how shining the aura of the Wo* family, he was just a plaything under Dougron's pressure.

One lying on Dougrand's bed, letting the excrement he took—

This is the value of He Qingwen in Doug Lang's eyes. ?

☆, bet

?Doug Lang on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time, and his expression suddenly became very indifferent and deep.

Dougron was angry and thinking at the same time.

"Diven, you have been using this method to irritate me all the time, so that I can hate you. I know your thoughts better."

"So what?"

"Diven, I don't want to fight with you."

He Qingwen smiled wryly, "I didn't quarrel, I'm not a woman, I don't want to say no, yes, why don't you find a woman, why do you want to get entangled with me?"

"Looking for a woman? Diven, do you want me to find a woman?" Doug Lang's voice changed a bit.

"Yes, it's rarely normal. Go, Dougron, find a woman and live a normal life."

He Qingwen thought that Doug Lang would get angry, but unexpectedly he laughed, "Diven, can I interpret your words as complaints? Are you making trouble with me? I'm so happy, it means that you start to care about me gone."

"What are you talking about?" He Qingwen frowned, his head hurting more and more.

Doug Lang raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Diven, do you know why people always yearn to stand on the top? Because when you stand on the top, no matter what you do, no one dares to question it, right or wrong. , as long as you can afford the consequences."

"Can you afford the consequences?" He Qingwen said angrily, "So, you tell everyone in your family without any concealment, how did I become your adopted son, and how did I sleep in your bed? Doug Lang, what are you doing? Is it too shameless or too crazy?"

"That's right, I just want to tell everyone that you are mine." Doug Lang replied coldly, with an elusive look in his sapphire blue eyes. "Diven, the reason why I named you the Wo* family's surname is that even if you die, you will be buried in the graveyard of my Wo* family and be a ghost beside me, Dougron—"

"Dougron, you are a madman."

He Qingwen roared angrily. He pulled the tie off his neck vigorously and threw it aside. His shirt was open, revealing his white and pink chest.

Doug Lang stared at the seductive body on the phone screen, rolled his throat, and after a while, the voice came softly again.

"Yes, I'm crazy, I've been doing crazy things for you, and now, I want to do an even crazier thing, take off my clothes—"

"What did you say?" He Qingwen was slightly taken aback.

"I said, take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, and I'm going to watch you do—"

"Dougron, you pervert—"

He Qingwen slammed the phone against the wall, and various tiny parts flew all over the sky.

He squatted on the ground weakly, panting.

"Crazy, crazy—"

*******

Xiao Muyuan drove the car alone on the way to Area A. He and Li Dongxu were on the phone all the way.

"Mr. Xiao, the 'Jiyuan' company has just bought a large number of electronic products, and they have kept the sales price of these products extremely low, and they have been doing giveaways again these days, which has had a great impact on us. "

"It seems that He Qingwen is so eager to defeat me that he no longer cares about the Hongtian ship."

Recently, Shengshi has made a big move. It has suppressed the same business with several companies under Hongtian several times. Meeting.

He Qingwen's heart of revenge was awakened, and he tried his best every time he charged.

Xiao Muyuan had no choice but to fight.

"Mr. Xiao, what should we do next? Should we also lower the price of the product?"

"No need. If we deliberately fight against them, it will only make us passive. Let's not move now."

"But——if we let them continue to suppress like this, our losses will become greater and greater, Mr. Xiao—" Li Dongxu hesitated to speak.

"Dong Xu, when did you become so restless?" Xiao Muyuan smiled lightly, "Don't worry, no matter how fierce He Qingwen is, he is still just a little eagle. Intimidated by the flames."

"However - most of our current working capital is on the project of the newly built resort. If the goods of 'Songyang' Electronics are backlogged again, our capital turnover will not work well, and we will easily be trapped to death. of."

Xiao Muyuan was silent for a while, "Persist for a while, He Qingwen's actions seem violent, but if the fire burns too hot, the firewood will burn out soon, believe me, He Qingwen won't last long, his This approach is only suitable for short battles."

This He Qingwen is really anxious, impatient to put him to death, but this kind of attack is only effective in the short term. If he can't defeat Hong Tian in the short term, then Shengshi itself will be quite Danger.

After all, Shengshi's opponent is not only Hongtian, a scuffle cannot be avoided at the critical moment.

So being anxious is not a good thing.

But what is this He Qingwen anxious about?

Xiao Muyuan sighed, briefly explained some things to Li Dongxu, hung up the phone, and drove to the villa area in Area A at top speed.

The car stopped far away from the villas, Xiao Muyuan didn't go any further because he saw a figure standing in front of the villa of the He family's original residence.

The man was leaning on a black Lamborghini sports car, his body was snow-white, shining brightly under the sunlight.

I don't know how long he stood here, just staring at the house with his eyes, motionless.

Xiao Muyuan slowly drove the car forward for a short distance. From this position, he could just see that person's face and expression.

Lonely and sad eyes.

Xiao Muyuan got off the car and walked over.

"I don't know if Mr. Dai Wen is coming here, and he is far away. Is there anything Xiao can do for you?"

He Qingwen was slightly startled, turned his head and looked at Xiao Muyuan.

"Xiao Dong, why did you come here?" After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing.

The ten villas and the original house of the He family are all under Xiao Muyuan's name now, of course he has a reason to come and see his own house, but it seems superfluous for him to ask.

He lowered his eyelids to hide his gaffe, then raised his head again, looking at Xiao Muyuan.

"I just came here to feel nostalgic, sorry, I was rash."

Xiao Muyuan approached He Qingwen, looked at his handsome face and his clear eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Since I'm here to appreciate the nostalgia, shouldn't I--should I call you Mr. He instead of Mr. Devon, what do you think?"

He Qingwen frowned slightly, pursed his lips and replied, "It's just a code name, you can call him whatever you want." He raised his eyes and looked around awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Director Xiao, I have something to do, excuse me Already!"

He turned around and opened the car door, ready to get in the car and leave, but Xiao Muyuan grabbed the car door and said, "Why are you so anxious, Mr. He, don't you want to go in and have a look?"

These words obviously moved He Qingwen a little, he suddenly raised his head to look at Xiao Muyuan, but quickly regained his composure.

"No, I'm not interested in visiting other people's homes."

"Other people's home?" Xiao Muyuan smiled, "He Qingwen, would you believe me if I said that I never touched anything in the house?"

He Qingwen clenched his hands suddenly, even though he tried hard to maintain the expression on his face, his eyes still glanced towards the house unconsciously.

"How about it, are you interested?" Xiao Muyuan spread his hands and invited him.

But He Qingwen secretly smiled coldly, Xiao Muyuan, are you laughing at me?

Let me see with my own eyes what our He family once had, and let me feel the pain again?

Xiao Muyuan, you are so ruthless!

He sighed lightly, and replied, "It's really unnecessary, thank you Chairman Xiao for your kindness, if you want to see it, after it becomes my property, I will take a good look at it slowly."

"He Qingwen!" Xiao Muyuan stopped him again, he leaned in front of the car door, lowered his body to look at the people sitting in the car, "He Qingwen, let's take a gamble, how about?"

"What are you betting on?" He Qingwen raised his eyebrows, wondering what tricks Xiao Muyuan wanted to play.

Xiao Muyuan set his sights on that villa, pointed to it and said, "By the end of this month, if the sales volume of 'Jiyuan' still exceeds that of 'Songyang', then I will give you this key automatically. "Xiao Muyuan took out a key from the pocket of his coat and handed it to He Qingwen.

Of course He Qingwen knew what kind of key it was. He squinted his eyes to look at Xiao Muyuan and his hand, and smiled slightly, "Xiao Muyuan, you really know how to play tricks!"

"I'm even better at fishing. Shall we have a competition someday?" Xiao Muyuan played with the key in his hand and looked at He Qingwen with a smile.

He Qingwen turned his head, reached out and started the car.

"Xiao Muyuan, no matter what you want to play, I, He Qingwen, will accompany you. Okay, just do what you said, we've made a deal, and you won't regret it when the time comes."

"Of course, I, Xiao Muyuan, never say anything different."

"Okay, is it limited to the end of the month?" He Qingwen pointed to the villa, "Clean up my house, and I will move in next month."

"Okay, I'll wait and see!"

Xiao Muyuan closed the car door and watched He Qingwen drive away.

Xiao Muyuan took back the He family's ten villas and one original house from the bank more than two years ago.

Although he had never been to this original house, he would ask someone to clean it regularly, so the inside was still the same as before, but there were no people living in it, and it would appear extremely deserted.

Xiao Muyuan opened the door and walked in.

This is He Qingwen's home, graceful and grand, but not luxurious, very warm.

When the mother and son left, they didn't take many things with them. Except for the extremely important necessities, they didn't seem to take anything with them.

Xiao Muyuan walked around the hall on the first floor and found a piano in front of the French windows. He walked over and tapped a few notes on the piano.

Although this piano has been placed for a long time, with these few tones, it can be felt that the quality of this piano is quite good.

Xiao Muyuan suddenly became interested, sat in front of the piano, and played a few times.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to play, and the few strokes he played really couldn't make a tune. He laughed at himself, raised his eyes, and saw a trophy on the piano.

He Qingwen, No.3 in the Youth Group of the XX Provincial Piano Competition in XX.

Xiao Muyuan smiled, apparently he seemed to have discovered another secret.

In XX, He Qingwen should only be 14 years old at that time.

What would 14-year-old He Qingwen look like sitting in front of the piano!

It turned out that what he knew was still too little. ?

☆, test

"Mr. Xiao, this is the sales volume of 'Jiyuan' in the past half month, which has far surpassed that of our 'Songyang'."

"How much more?"

"Three times, it is three times that of 'Song Yang'." Li Dongxu replied with a low voice.

"Well, not bad." Xiao Muyuan snorted, closed the report sheet lightly, and stopped looking at it.

"Mr. Xiao, what should we do next?"

Xiao Muyuan tapped the table with his fingers, thought for a while, and called Li Dongxu over, "Dongxu, I want you to do three things now. The first thing is to do market research and check the after-sales service of 'Jiyuan' Electronics. The usage situation. The second one, Gong cut off the original accessories of 'Jiyuan' in and out of the channel, the sales volume of 'Jiyuan' is so large, I guess the family's fortune is almost dry, and they will buy again soon. The third piece—" Xiao Muyuan smiled, "Prepare the procedures for the original house of the He family, I'm afraid it will change owners."

"What?" Li Dongxu was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Xiao, didn't you say that the original house should be kept no matter what?"

Xiao Muyuan laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, what I mean is—return the property to its original owner."

"You want to return it to He Qingwen, why?" Li Dongxu was puzzled and pushed his glasses.

Xiao Muyuan lit a cigarette, leaned on the back of the chair, and blew leisurely, "I can't help it, I lost the bet."

He Qingwen wanted to defeat him too much, was too eager to get back his own things, and consumed Shengshi's manpower and resources too frequently. This was undoubtedly killing the chicken and taking the eggs. If this continues, Hongtian may be suppressed by Shengshi within two or three years It is impossible to stand up, but this approach will also accelerate the decline of the prosperous age.

Does He Qingwen really not care?

Even if Shengshi is just a tool for his revenge, will the Wo* family allow him to continue this nonsense?

Xiao Muyuan's eyes were blurred by the lingering smoke, and his mind was constantly thinking about everything related to He Qingwen.

"President Xiao, there is one more thing." Li Dongxu interrupted his thoughts.

Xiao frowned, "What's the matter?"

"It's Miss Guan Rong."

"Rong Yuan?"

"Yes, from today onwards, he will come to Hongtian to work, I don't know what position he should take?"

oh!By the way, he promised Rong Shiming that Rong Yuan would come to Hongtian for an internship earlier.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Is she here?"

Li Dongxu nodded, "Yes, she just arrived 15 minutes ago."

"Oh, then invite her here immediately, we will not treat this young lady slowly."

"Yes, I understand." Li Dongxu nodded and retreated from the office.

Five minutes later, there was another knock on the door of the chairman's office.

"Come in!"

The door was opened, and a beautiful girl in her early twenties walked in.

"Hello Dong Xiao!"

Rong Yuan greeted Xiao Muyuan, but her attitude was lukewarm.

Rong Yuan already knew about the grievances between Xiao Muyuan and the He family, so she somewhat disliked Xiao Muyuan, and she didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of person.

But her father insisted on forcing her to come to work in Hongtian, and repeatedly warned her not to be rude to Xiao Muyuan, so he reluctantly came to meet Xiao Muyuan. It would be good if he didn't make a bad face at him.

Seeing her, Xiao Muyuan smiled very politely, "Miss Rong, please sit down, what do you want to drink? I'll ask the secretary to pour it for you."

"No, thank you." Rong Yuan pouted and sat listlessly on the sofa.

Xiao Muyuan smiled, called the secretary, and ordered Rong Yuan to pour a glass of juice and bring it in.

"How is Chairman Rong these days? I haven't seen him for some time."

Rong Yuan said resentfully, "Fortunately, it's still the same as before. If you have nothing to do, you can grow vegetables and show your face less, so as not to obstruct people's eyes."

Xiao Muyuan understood that Rong Yuan's words meant something, so he didn't care.

"Does Miss Rong like working in Hongtian?"

Rong Yuan spread her hands, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not, anyway, I just want to make my father happy."

Xiao Muyuan frowned playfully, thinking that this Rong Yuan was not a good person to get along with.

It has long been heard that the He Rong family has a deep friendship, and the two families have long intended to get married. Although He Qingwen and the Rong family have cut off contact because of the events of the year, it seems that the childhood friendship between the two families has not diminished at all. It seemed that Rong Yuan's heart was still toward He Qingwen.

"I heard that Ms. Rong studied graphic design at school, why don't you come to Hongtian's propaganda department to do promotional design work?"

Rong Yuan pursed her lips, "You can arrange it however you want, but if you don't do well, you can't blame me!"

"I believe in Miss Rong's ability."

"Hehe—you're quite confident, so you're not afraid of me making trouble in Hongtian?" Rong Yuan picked up the cup and took a sip of the juice.

Xiao Muyuan raised his eyebrows, thinking, this little girl really wanted to fight for He Qingwen, so he couldn't help but smile lightly.

"Oh? Why did Miss Rong say that?"

Rong Yuan wrinkled her nose and looked sideways at Xiao Muyuan with a look of disdain.

"At first, I didn't want to promise my father to come to Hongtian to work, but then I thought about it, it's also good for me to come here, because I can do one thing."

"Oh? What is it?" Xiao Muyuan leaned forward, pretending to be interested.

Rong Yuan also pretended to be mysterious and glanced at her eyes, the meaning was clear, that is - I won't tell you.

Looking at Rong Yuan's eyes, Xiao Muyuan could guess something.

This little girl probably wants to come to Hongtian to be He Qingwen's undercover agent!

Help He Qingwen find out about Hongtian, and come to monitor his every move of Xiao Muyuan by the way.

Xiao Muyuan thought this way, laughing at himself for having some wild ideas.

Rong Yuan felt that such a conversation was very boring, and also felt that she had to be more careful when facing Xiao Muyuan's foxy face, so sitting here was particularly uncomfortable.

She spread the hem of the skirt with her hands, and kept looking towards the door of the office, hoping that this conversation would end immediately.

Xiao Muyuan saw Rong Yuan's thoughts, and also understood that if he wanted to deal with such a little girl, the more severe the reaction, the harder it would be. It's better to let her do it freely, no matter how much she messes around, she won't be able to break through too much.

He took out a letter of appointment from the drawer, wrote a few words on Rong Yuan's position, and signed his name underneath, and then called Li Dongxu.

Li Dongxu walked into the office, and Xiao Muyuan handed over the letter of appointment to Li Dongxu.

"Mr. Xiao, this is inevitable—"

Xiao Muyuan smiled, "I can trust Ms. Rong's professionalism, and I believe she can design the advertisement of our resort very well."

When Rong Yuan heard what Xiao Muyuan said, she was suddenly stunned.

"Xiao Mu—no, no, it's Director Xiao, what do you mean?"

Xiao Muyuan stood up, opened his hands generously, and said to her, "Miss Rong, don't be surprised, I already know something about your grades in school, and I have seen all your entries in school. , I think your creation is very novel and can capture people's perspective, so I say I have confidence in you, I don't mean to flatter, I'm telling the truth."

"But—but, for such a big project, you are so relieved to let me do it?"

Rong Yuan couldn't believe it, and looked at Xiao Muyuan with puzzled eyes.

What the hell is this guy doing? She clearly told him that she will make trouble.

Xiao Muyuan's expression was relaxed, "There is nothing to worry about, as long as you can show your professional attitude and face this job with sincerity, I believe you have the absolute ability to complete it, unless—"

"Unless what?"

Rong Yuan waited for his next words, and glanced at Xiao Muyuan with her bright eyes, just waiting for him to say something unpleasant, so as to take the opportunity to postpone the errand.

Xiao Muyuan chuckled, "Unless Ms. Rong has no confidence in herself and the things she designs can only be garbage, otherwise, I think Ms. Yirong's talent will definitely refresh our eyes and ears."

"Trash?" Rong Yuan stared wide-eyed, stood up from the sofa, and then raised her chin at Xiao Muyuan, "Okay, leave this advertisement to me, and I'll let you see, what is it?" What is called professionalism, what is called perfection!"

"Okay, little Lao Rong