Early Monday morning, Jing Chi was called by Jing Yunqiao to Roman Sega headquarters by phone.

He thought there was something urgent, but when he arrived at her office, she slowly took out a stack of design drafts from the drawer, placed them on the table, and pushed them over to let him take a look.

Jing Chi pointed at the node on the printed design draft, and asked and said in a confused tone: "What do you want me to see?"

Jing Yunqiao turned the seat and turned slightly, and was used to holding a pen in her hand, and supported her jaw on her back: "These are jewelry designs about the 'Dream Wedding' series that were presented after three rounds of draft selection. Please give me some advice."

Jing Chi was speechless and called him over, just for this matter, wasting his time.

"Just make the decision." Jing Chi was too lazy to open and looked, and pushed it back intact.

Jing Yunqiao was dissatisfied with his attitude of giving up: "After all, you still occupy the position of "Xiaojing General", you must not do anything, right? You can save all the trivial matters you can do, and you are impatient when you make you vote. I won't help my dad, you are worried about being anxious every day."

"Okay, okay, my fault." Jing Chi has never been a rebellious person. He was willing to listen to the elders' words. He immediately raised the white flag, took the stack of design drafts obediently, and sat on the sofa to read.

Jing Yunqiao smiled with satisfaction: "This is almost the same."

“Only choose one?”

"Yes." Jing Yunqiao personally poured tea for him and brought it to the small round table beside the sofa, so that he could watch slowly without rushing.

Jing Chi flipped through the complete set of jewelry designs of various styles one by one, which was really a headache. Although he was serious, he complained without mercy: "How can I understand your women's aesthetics? I asked me to choose, I'm just a bitch."

Jing Yunqiao smiled, leaning against the handrail of the sofa, patting her brother's shoulder with one hand: "You can use your imagination a little - if you are about to hold a wedding, you have to choose a set of jewelry for your wife to line your wedding dress. So, can you mobilize your aesthetics of jewelry?"

Jing Chi paused his fingers, and what popped up in his mind was Ning Suyi's cold and strange and soft face, but he could not describe her appearance in a wedding dress after all his imagination.

Jing Yunqiao pushed his arm: "What do you think, so enchanting?"

Jing Chi came back to his senses and looked at her. His eyes were so concealed that he could not see any loneliness: "It's not you who made me imagine..." He lowered his head and continued to look before he said anything.

Roman Sega's development department has an absolutely fair draft comparison system. Whether it is the supervisor, chief designer, designer, designer, or apprentice, the signatures submitted by the design draft are not allowed, and the superiors will blindly select.

Doing this will ensure that even if you are an intern apprentice, you will have the opportunity to stand out.

When Wen Xuan first heard about this system, she praised her and said with great appreciation. She said that if the small jewelry company where she was intern in college had such treatment, she would not have suffered an unjust case.

After about half an hour, Jing Chi finished reading all the design drafts and took out a set of them and handed them to Jing Yunqiao, believing that this set is most in line with his mind's understanding of "dream wedding".

Jing Yunqiao raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"

Jing Chi leaned relaxed on the sofa and raised his neck. He was wearing a very casual dress today, with a white T-shirt paired with black trousers and a pair of white shoes on his feet, so he felt a bit leisurely from his expression to his body movements.

"It's more story-like, and when you see it, you will remind you of the spring rain. It's clean and pure, and it's perfect with a white wedding dress."

This statement is interesting. Jing Yunqiao's eyes were lit up.

Jing Chi sat upright with her knees and turned her head to look at her: "I will choose whatever I want, and the final decision is up to you." He shrugged his shoulders gently, and had a relaxed expression like completing the task.

Jing Yunqiao: "I'm going to tell you, before I asked you to choose, I also liked this set. Indeed, a whole set of accessories is not gorgeous enough, but it is the most refreshing. Whoever says that the jewelry for wedding dresses must be made of heavy piles of diamonds, and those with stories and charm are the most touching."

Jing Chi was even speechless: "You have all your ideas, so I'll let you choose."

Jing Yunqiao laughed and coaxed him to invite him to lunch.

The main design draft of the "Dream Wedding" series of jewelry was decided like this.

Jing Chi did not follow up on the follow-up matters, anyway, it was not something he was going to worry about. However, what he really didn't expect was that the set of design drawings he chose that day was written by Wen Xuan.

She was also promoted to chief designer for this.

This is a unique example in Roman Sega.

Wen Xuan has been in the job for less than a month. Although she was famous before, she changed to a new job and calculated everything from scratch. To put it bluntly, she is just an "intern". Being able to set such a precedent is enough for the company's internal personnel to gossip for a while.

The gossip was passed into Wen Xuan's ears, and she was also very surprised.

She has been promoted and her salary has been increased. She is not pretentious and modest, and she invites her colleagues to have a big meal to celebrate. During the dinner, when talking about the comparison, some people say that it was chosen by General Xiaojing.

Wen Xuan didn't know that there was this part, and she heard it for a long time. She picked up the white wine and took a sip. The naked eyes were visible to the naked eye, and the corners of her mouth were hooked, and she suddenly believed in the saying "fate".

I saw Jing Chi again on a rainy day in mid-August.

During this period, Wen Xuan was busy drawing design drafts, almost to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. The last time she participated in the draft comparison was only one of the designs, and now she was in charge of the entire series, and she could not count the design drafts she wanted to draw.

She had just been promoted, and if this matter was not done beautifully enough, others would complain more.

Wen Xuan came out of the supervisor's office and met the man in the corridor. She almost didn't hesitate and chased him briskly.

This time I finally recognized the wrong person, it was Jing Chi himself.

He wore a very simple suit without a tie, and the neckline of the pure black shirt was tightly buckled, and he handed the bag and looked down at the watch. He seemed to have something important to deal with.

It was almost time to get off work, and Wen Xuan called him: "Mr. Jing."

She didn't call him "Master Koi" like other colleagues.

Jing Chi was only three or four meters away from the elevator. Hearing the sound, he stopped and turned to look at her. His expression was scarce. He didn't even want to say a word, and he just asked her with his eyes what was wrong.

Wen Xuan bent her lips and thanked him with a smile, saying that she would definitely not be able to get promoted without him.

Jing Chi was extremely surprised and couldn't figure out what her promotion had to do with her, so she interrupted her thanks very coldly. Wen Xuan was stunned and had to start from scratch.

Jing Chi rarely talks a lot of nonsense with others: "Since you are a designer of Roman Sega, you should know the system of comparing the draft. I chose the design draft, not the human being. Let's take a step back, the person who made the final decision was my second sister. Did Miss Wen thank the wrong person?"

There was a little cold frost in his words, coupled with his elegant and cold face, which made Wen Xuan speechless, and even a little hot.

She changed the topic tactfully: "Will Mr. Jing go to the department dinner in the evening?"

"Don't go."

"That……"

"If there is nothing to do, I'll leave first." Jing Chi raised his wrist and looked at his watch again, and he wrote the anxiety on his face. If he delayed it, he might really not care about his upbringing and etiquette, so he left directly.

However, Wen Xuan really couldn't persuade her to miss this rare opportunity.

"etc."

She eagerly asked him to wait a moment, and she turned around and ran back to her work station, took the things and folded them back.

Wen Xuan should be glad that she was wearing flat shoes today, otherwise she would not have been able to run so fast. She was wearing a black dress with red roses, and the skirt was rippling in the air. After a moment, she came to Jing Chi and said solemnly again, "Thank you". Then, she stuffed the things in her hand: "I made it myself, I hope I won't dislike it."

She didn't care about his attitude, and when she gave it out, she ran away.

Thank you, he probably doesn't understand what it means.

It doesn't matter, she just remembers it, even if it's been the past five years.

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When Jing Chi was in school, many girls stuffed things into his desk, and only a handful of them were stuffed in front of him, mainly because he always had a cold face and was full of breath.

After becoming an adult, his unmoving expression made him perfect in his cultivation. Therefore, there are very few women who play straight balls. It is not a fault for not being able to refuse success just now.

Now that the people have gone far away, he can't catch up and return the things back, and ask people to watch what they look like.

Jing Chi looked down at the plastic box in his hand, which was neatly packed with dozens of round cranberry cookies. The rich fragrance spread out, almost the same as the ones sold in the glass cabinets of the pastry shop.

Taking the elevator to the downstairs, the driver who came to pick him up was waiting at the entrance of the building for a long time, Jing Chi gave him the cookies.

The driver thanked him repeatedly and asked him why he didn't eat it by himself.

Jing Chi didn't say much, just said that he didn't like sweets.

The driver started the car and took him to a time-honored private restaurant. I heard that there are all chefs who are proficient in eight major cuisines, and they take into account the national banquet level, which is hard to find.

Jing Chituo made a reservation. A small private room near the back garden was filled with air inside. The room was filled with air. Opened two windows and faced a cluster of beautifully blooming pink and white camellias. A little further away, a jasmine planted with white flowers. The wind blew by and the branches swayed lightly, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers.

Several men walked across the stone road in the garden, leaving behind a series of sloughs, obviously coming to the meal to find food and talk about things.

Jing Chi stood by the window and waited for ten minutes. The crisp sound of high heels came from far to near. He suddenly turned around and the door was pushed open. Ning Suyi walked in, and the waiter who guided her was next to him.

Jing Chi smiled and looked at the watch: "You are late, and it will take ten minutes to round."

"There is a traffic jam on the road, there is no way." Ning Suyi sat down and picked up a cup of tea brewed on the table. She was so thirsty that she had no time to taste it carefully. She drank a large gulp like a cow drink to quench her thirst.

The two of them had dinner tonight.

The last time Ning Suyi asked him, he rushed to the jewelry auction for his second sister and decided to release her pigeons. He took the meal back on this grounds.

After sitting for a while, Jing Chi asked the waiter to come in and order food.

Ning Suyi was still the boss, but he just asked. He helped order Sixi meatballs, Longjing shrimp, pickled fresh mandarin fish, roasted chicken, and then ordered a lotus root box and a dessert.

Jing Chi looked at Ning Suyi with inquiry, and the latter raised his eyebrows, without any objection.

When chatting, talk about each other's current situation as usual, and everything is very detailed.

Jing Chishu was extremely relieved without anyone involved in this meal, and even said more than usual in a week. Ning Suyi was also rare to relax.

After eating dessert, she scooped a spoonful and handed it to Jing Chi's mouth because she had only one serving.

The ball shell made of white chocolate has a cold and dense ice cream inside. The taste of mint and lime is mixed with the only disadvantage of the sweetness.

Ning Suyi asked: "Do you still want it?"

Jing Chi: "You want."

It seemed as if an hour ago, the person who said he didn't like sweets was not him.

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Desserts are divided into sweets fed by others and sweets fed by crispy.

The sweets that Xiao Chi’s younger brother doesn’t like are sweets fed by others.

Tongue twist ~
Chapter completed!