Chapter 117

The long hand held her in his arms, his chin on her cheek. "According to my personal experience, your private lounge needs the best sound insulation at the moment."

"Prevent the disclosure of trade secrets? Or are you going to listen to employees tell each other? " Her studio has just started. Is it too exaggerated to talk about trade secrets? There are only two employees and the other is his wooden secretary. How can she tell him her secret?

"No He looked at the woman in his arms and said with a smile, "if the sound insulation effect is not good, when I love you, don't your employees listen to your voice. You'll be as shy as you are. Are you willing to direct their work? "

“……” Can he think of something nutritious? Mo Hui couldn't stare at the man who was smiling like a goblin. He touched the chin of the table because of his words.

"Besides the sound insulation, are there any other problems?" Don't choose to ignore this automatically.

"Not for the time being." Zhang lingshuo's answer was very straightforward.

"Good. I'll start preparing tomorrow. " Don't smile back and automatically print a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" He asked, obviously not forgetting his own questions because of her initiative.

"I want to do it myself! Besides, you have already assigned your secretary to me. With her help, I think it's no problem. If you don't feel at ease, you can let the driver take charge of the transfer, so you don't have to worry about it. " She insisted and made a concession.

"Stubborn!" He frowned and commented.

"But I accept the offer to work with you in the study!" She gave in.

"Well, hum!" He snorted, and there was a slight loosening between his eyebrows.

It's not a bad job to share a room with her, or it's worth the ticket just by looking at her face at work. He found that her facial expression was so rich that her hands couldn't stop when she was thinking, and she liked to touch something in her hands. It was easy to look at him in a daze, and she often looked at his face all night.

Just like now, I'm looking at him without blinking.

"The Daze time is long over!" He coughed, bent his fingers and tapped on the table.

He's a brilliant man. He's always been. Even a few casual sitting posture, can also let a person never tire of seeing. Clear eyes, always full of countless self-confidence, as if nothing in the world can defeat him.

"Ah? Oh Mo Hui Leng Leng, face habitually red. Bow to start busy hand painting, a month of decoration time, tomorrow can open. She still wanted to make sure that something was going on and take precautions. After sorting out the process, she closed the drawings and folders.

Look at the clock on the wall. It's eleven twenty.

"Would you like some dumplings?" She asked,

he likes to eat dishes with light taste, but he can't eat hot and sour food, he doesn't like sweet food, and he doesn't like fancy food. His appetite was so fastidious that the cook in his family felt that meeting him was the most difficult milestone in her cooking history, and it almost broke the cook's signboard, because the cook really didn't know what kind of delicious food to please the boss who paid her high salary.

"All right." He replied casually, turning his attention back to the screen.

Mo Hui takes a small step to the kitchen to make noodles. She is used to chopping stuffing at the end of making noodles, because she doesn't like the taste other than flour in the dough. She used a little bit of force to make the dough more solid, so that the dough rolled out has toughness and chewiness.

"Do you have any stuffing in mind?" Zhang lingshuo asked. I don't know when he finished his work. He rolled up the sleeves of his cotton clothes and stood in front of the refrigerator, looking at the rich ingredients in the refrigerator.

In the evening, you can roll dumplings for a snack. Maybe this guy is the only one who can do it.

"How about vegetable stuffing?" She provides reference.

"Well." He answered, "but it's a pity to be a vegetarian. After all, there's a little meat in our refrigerator. If we keep it for a long time, it will lose its original flavor."

"Then make some meat dumplings to see who is lucky enough to get them." Mo Hui suggested with a smile.

"As you say." Zhang lingshuo answered and opened his eyes happily.

In the past, my grandfather used to make some hand-made dumplings, and he said, "thank you for your praise. I think my dumplings will be very happy." He looked relaxed and relaxed. He put the dumplings in the clean dish and picked up the new dough.

"That's dumpling. It's disgusted by someone who's narcissistic."

"So you have to congratulate me on my dumplings." He did not change his face and easily refuted her remarks.

"Do you often argue with people? Or do you businessmen think about how to persuade others to buy your company's products every day, otherwise they can't get satisfaction? " She picked her eyebrows.

"Miss Cat, you are right. If you don't argue, you'll get tongue tied. If you talk to other cannibal businessmen all your life, you'll lose out. Then you'll be the "lovely" gods He picked eyebrows, fingers are not too sharp, fell on the dumplings fold a few folds."No business is without fraud. Do you want to show that if you eat people without spitting bones, even bones can be digested safely? This stomach is really not an ordinary one. It's really frightening. " There was a certain camouflaged fear in her expression.

"So be careful, don't run into my bowl, or you won't even have bones left." He snorted disapprovingly.

During the leisurely conversation, dozens of dumplings were wrapped one by one. Mo Hui got up, picked up the plate, poured the dumplings into the steaming boiling water, and waited for the dumplings to come to the surface.

Zhang lingshuo bit that day, he was just watching from a distance in the corner, did not enter. His mind is very obvious. He doesn't want to make the kitten's business too good because of his presence. Once the business is good, her time will be easily taken away by her work.

He promised her to open a studio to relieve her boredom, which does not mean that he wants her studio to be able to run smoothly and business is booming. He even intentionally left his kitten's studio unattended. Therefore, for a long time, there was not a successful case in the studio for Mo Hui.

One day, in Mo Hui's studio, the door was cold and even a fly didn't want to fly in.

Mo Hui squatted in front of a large wood carving, carefully wiping along the grain of the wood block, and his appearance was as serious as ever. Wood Secretary hands in front of the chest, staring at the opposite passenger flow full shop.

"Look at the shop that opened on the same day. Our front door is very busy." Secretary Mu complained bitterly.

"It's not the same type, it can't be compared." Mo Hui speechless back sentence, they do sculpture, each other do food, how to compare ah? It's good to carve and eat, but the boss has to cry to death.

"It's not that you are such a bad boss!" Secretary Mu glared back.

"Secretary mu, have we met before?" This stare, Mo Hui feels a little familiar.

"Remember now? Stupid! In Zhuxi town! When I was a stewardess, I lost all the jobs you killed me for! " The mention of it made her even more resentful.

Mo recalled the stewardess who sent the flowers, which made her protest, "it's obvious that you've been stunned by your president and lost your job, OK?"

It's nothing to do with her, is it?

"I'm looking at you. Every time I see you, I think, "why does he like you so ugly?" The wood Secretary gritted his teeth.

“……” Don't say nothing. It's too boring. It hurts your self-esteem.

She wondered why all the employees she hired were so individualistic and happy to hurt her boss! Zhang Qing is like this, and now Secretary Mu is like this.

Just as they stare at each other, a black old car is parked at the door of the shop, and a well-dressed old man calmly steps out of the car.

"Hello. Welcome to our shop. " Wood Secretary immediately took up a sweet smile to meet, and just a huge difference in appearance.

"Hello, I'm going to carve a wood carving. I want to meet your boss The old man replied.

Mo Hui hastened to greet him, "Hello, sir! What can I do for you? "

She realized that she was speaking Chinese. When he was about to repeat it in English, the old man spoke in English, "my husband heard that there is a new carving shop here. Let me come to visit the boss."