Chapter 450

Lin Xinghuo went to the chair in front of his desk and sat down. Then he took off the silk scarf on his neck and tied up a long hair.

"When are you going to see the dress?"

Xiaoyan looks at Han Muzi, and the look seems to be asking.

Han Muzi quietly takes back her eyes and whispers to Xiaoyan: "you go to do your business first, and give it to me here. We'll contact you when it's over."

"Oh, I'll go first."

After waiting for Xiaoyan to leave, Lin Xinghuo looks at Han Muzi and smiles again.

"When will you take me to see the new dress?"

Han Mu purple ring in front of the chest, "if I say, I want to process on that dress, would you like to?"

"Processing?" Lin Xinghuo didn't understand what she meant, but Xiumei almost bent into a caterpillar: "I see that the dress on the photo has been broken, can it be reprocessed? No, goddess, I love you so much, do you want to wear that ragged skirt for me

At the end, Lin Xinghuo was about to cry, and even said, "but if the goddess is really willing to transform it, even if it's a rag, I will."

She has a pitiful expression, like a kitten.

The agent rolled his eyes and pretended I didn't know anything.

"I'm kidding you. I checked that dress and found that the damage rate was more than 60%. If I want to rebuild it, it's more difficult than drawing a new design. So You're lucky. Come with me

As soon as Lin Xinghuo heard this, he immediately followed her like a rabbit.

Agent: --

She was silent for a moment and quickly followed.

Lin Xinghuo's personality is changeable, and the agent knows it. However, Chen Fei has never seen Lin Xinghuo worship such a person. At the beginning, Chen Fei was a bit strange. Isn't he a designer? Later, he went to check Han Muzi's personal data and past, only to know that she was awarded a heavyweight award. If she wants to, she can definitely set off a boom in their circle.

It's just She seems to be very low-key. When she started the company, although her name was Shelly, she didn't publicize her achievements.

"Do you want to drive away?"

After entering the elevator, Lin Xinghuo asked.

Han Mu Zi nodded: "well, go to my house."

"Go, go to your house?" Lin Xinghuo was stunned, and then asked, "where is your home?"

Chen Fei breathed a sigh, then said: "Shelly designer's Chinese name is Han Muzi. Han's name is rare in Beicheng, isn't it what we think?"

When it comes to the end, Chen Fei's mouth seems a little embarrassed.

"Which do you think?" Han Mu Zi looks at Chen Fei with a puzzled look.

Is the surname Han rare in Beicheng? She didn't know about it.

"Cough..." Chen Fei coughed a few times, then said a name: "I don't know if Miss Shelly knows Han Qing?"

Han Mu Zi nods when she hears the speech.

"Yes."

Chen Fei immediately stares big eyes, just want to ask more, but was surprised by Han Muzi's next words.

"It's my brother."

Chen Fei

Han Mu Zi smile, and then whispered: "but my brother now this point in the company, you will not meet him when you go, rest assured."

Lin Xinghuo did not understand anything and nodded: "OK."

But in my heart, there are huge waves.

It seems that the goddess is not only excellent, but also the perfect family. She is actually a member of the Han family in Beicheng!

In addition to night's support, Han's is also indispensable in Beicheng. Han Qing, the boss of Han's, has been on the cover of financial magazines several times, and has also been on the page of personal introduction and interview.

Lin Xinghuo had seen this man's report at the beginning. He only felt that Han Qing had a little less words and was not calm enough, but he was colder than him It's Yemo Xuan of Yeshi group.

I heard that he didn't even want to accept interviews.

For a while, Lin Xinghuo even felt that the boss of an enterprise was so cold? Later, she found that she was naive, because the boss she met later was either fat headed or big bellied. There were few people who were good at talking. They were not too cold, and they were also pretty. Except for a few honest people, the rest were mixed up.

Han's family

Han Muzi takes Lin Xinghuo upstairs to enter.

This is her first time to bring an outsider into Han's home. Of course, in Han Mu Zi's heart, Xiao Yan is not an outsider, because Han Mu Zi has subconsciously regarded her as her own relative.

"Your family is so big." Lin Xinghuo was very popular and made a lot of money. She was almost rich. But when she arrived at Han's house, she found that poverty limited her imagination.The life of the rich You really can't imagine!

Han's house design does not look like the kind of luxury piled up rich, but the kind from the inside to the outside, from the top to the small, from the left to the small, showing nobility and delicacy.

It's like a person. If she has lived in a good living environment since childhood, and received all kinds of training and higher education, then the tolerance of this person must be from the inside out.

The Han family is just like this, and Lin Xinghuo feels that there is a kind of The feeling of the outbreak.

That's right!

That's it!

Pushing open the door, Han Mu Zi turned and looked at Lin Xinghuo: "come in with me."

As soon as Zhang Fei heard this, he coughed softly: "then I won't go in. I'll wait here in your girls' room. Just tell me when spark is finished. I'll go downstairs for a walk."

Han Mu Zi looked at Zhang Fei, and then waved to the servant next to him: "take Mr. Zhang downstairs to have a rest, and stay well."

"Yes, miss."

Soon the servant left with Zhang Fei.

Lin Xinghuo followed Han Muzi into the room.

This is not Han Muzi's room, but an exhibition hall specially built by Han Qing for Han Muzi.

Who would have thought that there was another world inside the closed door?

After entering, Lin Xinghuo was almost stunned by the scene. She stared at the dazzling design works in front of her. Because Han Muzi was her goddess, she recognized that all the works in it were Han Muzi's, and they were all her past works.

Entering here again, Han Muzi also touched her heart.

The existence of this exhibition hall was once told by Su Jiu to Han Muzi.

Because after she became a designer, Han Qing, as her brother, would take photos of every work she designed and collect it at home.

Most of Han Muzi's productions are only one or two pieces. Except for the individual requirements, they are all here.

Most of them died face to face, but after they were sold at a high price, they never saw anyone again.