Chapter 389: Stunning skirt

Gu Yan's entire face, close to the computer screen.

The computer is on, and there are several finished pieces of jewelry on the screen.

He picked up his eyebrows with disapproval, then opened the drawer and rummaged through it.

However, his drawer, in addition to important documents or important documents, did not find what he wanted.

He had to dial the inside line. After the other party picked up, he said coldly: "Give me a mirror."

Soon, Secretary Zhang pushed the door in, holding the small mirror she used in her hand.

"President, I only have this mirror." Secretary Zhang put the mirror on the table.

This is a large-sized mirror with a crystallized crystal on the side of the mirror. The mirror is a popular star.

This is a very delicate mirror.

"Yeah." In front of others, Gu Yu is a cold face.

Secretary Zhang is somewhat puzzled. The president is a big man. What do you want to do in the mirror suddenly?

Secretary Zhang carefully observed a look at Gu Yu, today, he is as arrogant and handsome as usual, cold and handsome.

Boss is very handsome. Is it difficult for him to look in the mirror, is he taking care of his own handsome?

Secretary Zhang thought about it. After a while, the company’s senior officials gathered to discuss which jewelry to attack the French market, and there was no beautiful young woman.

Boss suddenly cares so much about the image?

Gu Yu reached out and took the mirror. Seeing that Zhang was standing there and not going, he looked up and looked at her coldly. "Is there something?"

Secretary Zhang shook his head. "Nothing."

Turning out and closing the door, I saw the big Boss facing the mirror, swinging his head from side to side, looking at himself in the mirror, the expression, like... very narcissistic.

Zhang’s eyes were drawn, and the president’s work, how strange?

"Smelly head, dare to say that I am like an eunuch? It is very fortitude, and what is like an eunuch?" Gu Yu looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself.

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Song Yuyue made a propaganda in front of the computer.

The computer screen shows a stylish and retro-style skirt.

Very beautiful, very amazing.

A colleague sitting next to her picked up the cup and prepared to go to the tea room for coffee.

When I saw Song Yongyue’s computer inadvertently, the whole person was shocked: "Wow, this dress is so beautiful!"

She walked in two steps in three steps, standing behind Song Yuyue, and asked aloud: "Is this dress designed by you?"

Song Haoyue’s mouth raised a smile: “Well, but I think the color matching is not perfect.”

“The top designer Yi is the top designer, and the design style is completely different. I have never seen such a unique and amazing skirt in the market.”

"Is this skirt beautiful, or was the dress that won the championship in the clothing competition held in the city last time?" Song Haoyue looked up and looked at the female colleague behind him. In order to gather people's hearts, she said: "I have a lot of clothes in my cloakroom. Personally design the skirt that was not sold, Zhao Lan, you are so good, I will give it to you, how?"

“Really?” Zhao Lan heard, very happy: “This dress is beautiful, although the dress is beautiful, but not as good as this one.”

The chat between the two people quickly attracted other colleagues from the design department.

They were shocked when they saw the dress.

Song Haoyue can design such a unique costume!

An Changgong walked in and saw a group of people discussing around Song Yuyue.

He came over and the colleagues saw him and gave him a position.

"President, look at it, Song Haoyue's skirt is amazing!"