C119 A game to the end!

Xiao's International, CEO's Office

Xiao Yan had just entered the office and even though the day's work had not started, he was already exhausted.

Perhaps it was Qiao Mo's appearance that caught the normally calm him somewhat unprepared.

Zhao Qian pushed open the door and entered, "Boss, JK International has already sent the Design Draft to my mailbox. I saw that the Design Draft is very outstanding, there aren't any big problems. "Late stage..."

Xiao Yan slightly raised his gaze, his deep brows raised, "Send the Design Draft to my mailbox, I need to personally take a look."

Zhao Qian was stunned. Previously, when the Boss said that he could take care of the Design Draft, that was enough.

It was just a donation from a charity event.

Although Zhao Qian had questions, he still nodded. "…" "Alright, I'll send it to you later."

Xiao Yan covered his fist and coughed lightly, "This time's charity event is different from the past. Xiao's has not established a charity image in the industry for two years, so you have to pay extra attention to it."

Zhao Qian had been by Xiao Yan's side for many years, so he naturally knew that Xiao Yan was a person who never excessively explained himself. But what was going on today, why did the Boss suddenly explain such a small matter to him?

Zhao Qian was dazed for a moment. "Alright, I'll go now."

When Zhao Qian sent the design to Xiao Yan's mailbox, Xiao Yan immediately downloaded it.

The design of a child's clothing, if one were to find any flaws with it, was merely an imperfection of the details of a hurried manner.

Although Xiao Yan didn't really understand clothing design, he knew that it was better than intelligence. He naturally had a way to make things difficult for Qiao Mo, and on top of that, it was a watertight difficulty.

After Zhao Qian sent the email, he took out some documents related to the charity event, "Boss, did you receive the email?"

Xiao Yan slightly nodded, "Mn, I received it. "However, the design is not perfect. This designer is drawing too fast."

"No way, I think it's pretty good."

However, it was just a donation of children's clothing for charity activities. Was there really a need for the Boss to be so picky?

After Zhao Qianggang confirmed this piece of Design Draft, the black eyes of the man that sat on the black class chair fiercely gouged at him with a cold and piercing gaze.

Zhao Qian was sweating, "Boss, what do you think is bad? I can negotiate with the JK International designer. "

"I have nothing much to do today, help me contact the designer of this Design Draft. I want to discuss the details with her face to face."

In his heart, Zhao Qian silently perspired for the designer dressed in children's clothes, how unlucky was he to run into the climacteric that came to this BOSS earlier?

"Alright, I'll go contact them right away."

When Zhao Qian quickly planned to contact the designer, Xiao Yan called out to him when he reached for the door, "Wait."

"Boss, do you have any other orders?"

"Don't say that it was me who was talking to her. Just tell her that it was you who wanted to talk to her about the Design Draft."

Zhao Qian didn't understand. If the other party knew it was the Boss that directly went to talk to her, they would probably be even more excited to come over and "talk about the details"!

After all, who wouldn't be tempted by the most noble man in Seahold?

But … Why was the Boss hiding it from them?

Xiao Yan then ordered, "Right, let's meet outside."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Returning to his office, Zhao Qian flipped through today's Xiao Yan journey. It was packed to the brim, if he went to see JK's designer, he really would have to squeeze out a bit of time from such a packed journey to discuss about it.

This JK designer, even if he was the chief designer that returned from New York, in the end, he was still just a small designer. Was it worth it for the Boss to go through so much trouble to meet him?

Zhao Qian followed the information list and directly called the author of the Design Draft.

The other party seemed to be working. His phone rang for a while before it was picked up.

"Hello, hello."

Zhao Qian was stunned, he only felt that this voice was slightly familiar, but in an instant, he was unable to recall where he'd heard it before.

"Hello, I am Assistant Zhao from Xiao's International. Our group has cooperated with your company on a case of charity children's clothing. There are some details that needs to be modified. "Look, when are you free today? Let's have a chat outside."

Qiao Mo who was on the other side, holding her phone, was completely frozen. She mechanically listened to the voice coming from the phone, her lips moving but she did not say a word.

There's still a second group of Xiao's in Seahold?

There was no such thing as coincidence. Furthermore, she still remembered Assistant Zhao's voice.

No mistake.

So … This charity event was carried out in cooperation with the Xiao's.

However, she didn't reveal her identity immediately. She only bit her lips and said, "I got it. Send the address to me later. I have time after 5 PM."

Since she was talking about the details of the Design Draft with Assistant Zhao, she didn't have to worry about it too much. As long as the one who was talking about the details with her and not Xiao Yan, it would be alright …

If it was Xiao Yan, then it would not be simply about the Design Draft.

Qiao Mo really didn't know how long she could endure in front of Xiao Yan.

Could he really relieve the knot in her heart when he returned home?

But how could she, more and more, fear and retreat?

He was afraid that Xiao Yan would know of what happened two years ago, afraid that the sealed past would be exposed, afraid that the scars and salt would be added.

Qiao Mo let out a deep sigh, covered her face with her hands, and calmed herself down for a while before returning to her work.

When it was time to get off work, Qiao Mo actually started to panic a little.

At five o'clock, most of Design Department's colleagues had left.

Little A asked, "Jolin, why aren't you getting off work?"

Qiao Mo was startled for a moment, and then she was awoken by her hesitation, "Oh, I will leave after modifying the Design Draft."

"Goodbye then. See you tomorrow."

Qiao Mo raised her wrist and looked at the time.

She turned off her computer, packed her bag, and headed out of the office, carrying her bag with her.

After leaving the company, Qiao Mo took a taxi and directly reached the address that Assistant Zhao had sent to her phone.

In a private coffee shop not far from JK, the environment was quiet and very suitable for discussion.

Xiao's International and JK Design's two groups weren't far from each other. They were both located in the Business CBD center of Seahold, and even if they walked, it would only take them 25 minutes.

Qiao Mo entered the coffee shop and sat in a seat close to the window, quietly waiting for Assistant Zhao.

After an unknown period of time, she lowered her head and looked at the magazines on the coffee shop's table. A man's long legs, wrapped in a pair of straight and drooping western pants, and a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in her field of vision.

Qiao Mo flipped through the magazines on her fingers and was slightly startled. She raised her head and saw Xiao Yan's tall and straight male body.

A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Didn't they say that Assistant Zhao had come to her to talk about the details of the Design Draft?

She picked up her bag, stood up without a word, and was about to leave.

Xiao Yan put one hand in his pocket and the other on her slender wrist, "I never thought that chief designer Jolin Mo, who just came back from New York, would be so disinterested in work?"

Her tone was scornful, and the strength in her hands even restricted her freedom.

Qiao Mo held her breath, swallowed her anger and sat back down on her seat, facing Xiao Yan face to face.

She took out the Design Draft and placed it on the table, then coldly asked: "Mr. Xiao, may I ask, which part of the Design Draft is not satisfied?"

Since she was being so official, he had no plans to keep her private. He pointed at the Design Draft with his slender fingers, and said without emotion: "I am not satisfied anywhere with this Design Draft."

Qiao Mo frowned, and asked patiently: "Please tell me, what is the reason for this dissatisfaction?"

Xiao Yan sneered, and looked at her flushed face with a heavy gaze: "Customer is unsatisfied with the work, and dislikes it, do you need a reason?"

Qiao Mo bit her lips and lowered her eyes.

Yes, he was a client, he was a god, he had every reason not to be satisfied with her work.

He was the supreme Party A, and she, Party B, could only follow orders.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, and when she raised her eyes once again, there was even a decent smile hanging from the corner of her lips.

"Since Mr. Xiao doesn't like my design, then I will hand this case over to my other colleagues. Maybe my design and style really don't suit Mr. Xiao's taste. Since it's like this, then let's not waste each other's time. "

Xiao Yan coldly snorted, "I never thought that Jolin liked to admit defeat. The client only denied it a little, and you immediately backed off."

A wave of anger rose from Qiao Mo's chest.

If it was an ordinary customer, then Qiao Mo would definitely listen to her client's suggestions right now. But the person in front of her, was Xiao Yan, her ex-husband from two years ago.

No matter what, she didn't feel that Xiao Yan was really dissatisfied with this Design Draft. He was clearly provoking her, finding trouble with her!

"Mr. Xiao, what else do you want? If not, I'll contact the other designers for you right now. "

"I have no problem with that, but I only have one request. The designer of this case must be you."

Qiao Mo's heart heavily jumped.

"What exactly do you want? You want to take revenge on me? "

Xiao Yan stood up, and looked at her arrogantly, looking down at her condescendingly, "I said before, business is business, private matters … Miss Qiao, you don't seem to be qualified for me to treat you with such concern. "

Qiao Mo's curled eyelashes fiercely trembled, and her straight body fell forward with oppression. He leaned next to her ear, and said word by word with a vague yet powerful tone: "After all, two years ago, we were also just ordinary male and female friends, right?"

His gaze, as deep as water, fell on her ring finger, on the wedding ring she was still wearing.

He wasn't someone who would give away an ordinary girlfriend's wedding ring. The current him wouldn't give away the wedding ring, and the him of two years ago definitely wouldn't.

Didn't she like to lie? Didn't she enjoy playing hide and seek with him?

Heh, then he will follow her until the end!

Because of his approach, Qiao Mo's back fiercely stiffened.

The familiar cold and clear fragrance that she had not tasted for a long time suddenly filled her nose, filling up the weakest spot in her heart.

His hands, which had been placed on the table, slowly clenched into fists.

Why, two years ago they had hurt each other, and two years later they were still hurting each other?

"Mr. Xiao, I really can't accept this Design Draft."

"Didn't you want to get rid of me? If you get rid of this Design Draft, I will no longer bother you. "

Qiao Mo slowly raised her eyes and stared into his eyes, "I hope you will keep your promise."

Xiao Yan straightened his tall and straight body, his hands in his pockets, and with a sneer, he turned around and left in large strides.

He did not turn back, but instead said: "Tomorrow, before I get off work, I hope to see a satisfied Design Draft in my mailbox."

The coffee on the table remained untouched.

Seated in his position, Qiao Mo scratched his head and sighed deeply.

The phone in his bag vibrated.

The caller ID showed that it was an unfamiliar number from Seahold, but it looked very familiar.

After Qiao Mo went to New York, she had long since changed her previous number. There were no friends who could still contact her in Seahold, not even one or two.

Qiao Mo picked it up with a frown, "Hello, I'm Qiao Mo, may I ask who you are?"

Before she could finish speaking, the female voice interrupted her and said straightforwardly: "I am Song Xiazhi."