C15

In the room, there were wooden tables, chairs, light-colored sofas, and sky blue embroidered curtains. There was a tranquil and elegant feeling coming from everywhere. There was only a large desk near the balcony.

"Jian Ning!" Song Xi walked to the side of the table, and picked up the manuscripts to look at them, "Don't tell me that these are the results of your past week!"

"I really want to strangle you with one hand!" Song Xi waved at her, showing her teeth. It was fortunate that she followed behind her everyday just like the Eighth Madame, chattering non-stop, and only gave her such a small amount of things …

"Jian Ning, I didn't even bring you along." The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Song Xi put her hands on her hips and intimidatingly said, "You are the chief designer for Shang Yue's clothes, can you be more professional?"

"Say it, what have you been doing recently?"

Jian Ning cast a sidelong glance at her, and unhappily said: "You better remove your venerated buttocks from my desk, or else you would have sat me down and ruined the one and only blueprint."

"AHH!" Song Xi reflexively jumped, when she came back to her senses she looked at Jian Ning with her black face, "How can you speak like that? Am I that heavy? "

"No, no, no..." Jian Ning shook her finger, and revealed a grin at her, "Of course Miss Song Xi's weight is not heavy, it's just that the model somewhere is a little big."

"From the professional point of view of my designer, she definitely has surpassed the standard of ordinary females. She's extremely sexy."

Song Xi was startled, then her face became a mixture of black and red, it was extremely wonderful, it was unknown if it was due to shame or anger, "Jian Ning, do you believe that I won't skin you!"

"Don't!" Jian Ning smiled, and calmly handed her a cup of water, "Here, calm down."

"What's more, you skinned me. Who will fight with you for that little bit of prize money?"

Seeing Song Xi's furious look, it was rare for Jian Ning to smile and squint her eyes. Every time she was in a bad mood, the thing she liked to do the most was to tease Song Xi a little and then watch her huff.

Well, this way her mood would be a lot better.

Song Xi's lips secretly rose at a place where she couldn't see it, and only after a while did her expression straighten. She then spoke out once more: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore, I have business to discuss with you today."

"According to Shang Yue's custom, the new season's fashion show will be held three days later at Shang Zhixuan. As Shang Yue's chief designer, I have to ask you about this as well." With that, she turned and looked at Jian Ning.

"This time, do you want to participate?"

For a long time, Jian Ning did not reply.

Song Xi shook her head helplessly. She knew that this would happen, how many times Shang Yue's fashion show had been held, Jian Ning had never gone there before.

"Fine, since you're unwilling to go, I won't force you …."

"Who said I'm not going?" Jian Ning finally opened her mouth and interrupted her words.

"Who said …" Song Xi reacted and suddenly turned her head to look at her, asking suspiciously: "You want to go this time? Or did the sun rise from the west today? "

"Enough," Jian Ning gave her a sidelong glance and opened her mouth in amusement. "Is it that exaggerated?"

"But I still haven't said that I'm going. As for whether or not I'm going, wait for my news …"

She couldn't make her own decision right now. There was a huge mountain pressing down on her head …

When Bangwan returned to the Jingshan Villa, Jian Ning hesitated for a moment but still decided to tell Shang Jin about this matter. After all, she was not able to control herself.

She had no choice but to admit that she was most afraid of Shang Jin.

There was no way for him to distance himself, so he had to be careful.