"It's too tight." Song Fuxing looked at her for a moment and whispered.

His voice was clearly heard into his ears but he couldn't get through his mind. Such a close distance and such a low voice made her mind blank.

Too tight, what's too tight?

He found out that she was too nervous?!

Song Fuxing reached out and pulled his tie slightly, and his slender and slightly cool fingers inevitably touched her. The person who had just taken a cold shower still felt a little cold that he would not be close to him.

The coldness between her fingers was passed over, making her heart slightly tightened.

Song Fuxing spoke while loosening his tie with one hand. While speaking, he looked at her, and was still cold, but letting her breathe.

This action is so exciting, especially when he is cold and abstinent, it makes people think about it.

Xia Mu shook his mind for a moment, reacted, and quickly reached out to loosen his tie for him. After adjusting it, the cool touch of his hands remained at the fingertips, which could not be ignored.

Song Fuxing stood up straight and opened the distance. She calmly picked up his suit and cooperated with him to wear it. She also reached out to mend his suit. After finishing it, she realized that the action was too intimate.

Kerry said that Song Fuxing doesn’t like physical contact, he doesn’t like it very much, and he definitely doesn’t allow it!

She paused and looked up at him.

Song Fuxing looked ordinary and seemed to have no concern. Perhaps because he couldn't use it in one's mind while talking on the phone, he didn't have time to pay attention to these things and asked her to take advantage of it in vain.

After Song Fuxing went to the meeting, Xia Mu sorted out the cloakroom and left the office. When she saw the busy people in the president's office, she realized the problem, but it was too late.

She came early in the morning and no one saw her. Now she went out and told others clearly that she slept here last night!

So the result of her getting up early and going to bed late every day is to completely confirm the rumors?!

Xia Mu vomited blood in his heart, and with a gaze in his eyes, he quickly went down to the eighty-second floor. Unfortunately, the news was not hidden by people with eyes, and the WeChat group kept discussing it.

‘I just saw a woman and left the president’s office early in the morning!’

‘That temporary assistant?!’

‘Yes, Mr. Song didn’t go home yesterday, did he?’

‘No wonder President Song was late for a full minute today, never too late.’

‘Wen Xiang Nuanyu held her in her arms, and she didn’t have the idea of ​​getting up. It’s already great if she could only be a little late.’

'Everyone should be careful, and according to this attitude, they may be the president's wife!'

'I don't think it's possible. The Song family's door is so easy to enter. Moreover, the way to enter is too bad now. The Song family will definitely not recognize it. The future wife will definitely be an elegant and noble lady.'

‘It makes sense, it’s really unlikely that a temporary assistant.’

Xia Mu was powerless to return to the office, and Jiang Jiashu called.

"Xia Mu, I got an invitation to the mz dinner. I heard that mz executives will go there too. If you can seize this opportunity and let them see your work, you might be able to enter mz."

"Really?" Before Xia Mu could have time to be surprised, he thought of Song Fuxing, and his voice lowered again, "mz..."

Let’s not talk about whether she can go to MZ. Now for Song Fuxing, she should be the kind of employee who is in Cao’s camp and in the heart of Han. She had swear to be this assistant before, but now she has given the opportunity and wants to leave. Just listening is ruthless.

Jiang Jiashu on the other end of the phone noticed her hesitation, "What's wrong with you? Don't you want to enter MZ?"

"I think...but I don't know how to talk to Song Fuxing." Xia Mu almost pulled his hair away.

"What's hard to say about this? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You always have to go your own way. Otherwise, how can you settle down with your family? Do you really have to exchange marriage?"

This really woke up the dreamer. Jiang Jiashu was right. She didn't have so much time to delay now.

In addition to the morning lounge, she and Song Fuxing's affairs were hard to clean even if they jumped into the Yellow River. Staying there would only add to the troubles of people.

So that night, she prepared a letter of resignation to avoid the rumor becoming more and more intense and repeating the mistakes she had in high school.

"You really want to leave? You adapt well and you may turn to a long-term future." Kerry was a little surprised. She didn't expect she would turn such a good opportunity away.

Xia Mu was a little sorry, "I'm sorry, kerry, I've figured it out."

Seeing that she was so firm, Kerr didn't force her, "Okay, you go back and wait for news. If you change your mind, you can call me."

"Thank you, kerry."

As soon as the resignation letter was handed over, the news was quickly passed. In addition, she didn't have much to do and the handover was easy. However, after a week, she stayed at home with no trouble and wasted jewelry paintings.

Song Fuxing naturally would not ask about small matters like resignation. He had never seen him in that week, and of course he would not have the chance to meet again in the future.

This short period of time was like fulfilling her dream of high school and she would never have any regrets in the future.

What she needs most now is to seize the opportunity of mz. Since she is going to go, she must be fully prepared.

mz is a giant in the fashion industry and enjoys a high reputation internationally. mz has many designers and gathers two giants, jewelry and clothing.

Compared with clothing, the threshold for jewelry is higher, starting from millions of dollars, and its value is too high. Basically, famous masters at home and abroad can start designing, and no one dares to hand it over to a new designer without a name.

In the designer industry, her seniority ranking is obviously too young, and the young ones are almost negligible. Even if she wins the Muse award, it doesn't mean anything.

There are too many talented and hardworking people in this world, but not everyone can seize the opportunity.

This opportunity is very rare for her now, so she is too stressed and she is not satisfied with the manuscript she draws, and she will never lack any feeling.

She couldn't draw it, and after all, she ignored the influence of Song Fuxing on her. More than a month passed and she was still immersed in it.

The rain outside fell sparsely, very similar to that day.

She looked at the rain for a long time and reached out to open the drawer. A pure white letter was pressed under the bottom of the book.

This is the last love letter she wrote to Song Fuxing, a love letter she had no chance to send.

That day was also so gloomy, and the last class was a physical activity class.

Xia Mu dragged him into the classroom until the end. All the people in the class had been exposed, and only a few people did not come back.

This time point is amazing for her!

She quickly trotted to her desk, took out the letter pressed in the book from her schoolbag, and ran to Song Fuxing's position with agility.

She had been secretly stuffing oranges to him before, and it was already ripe for a long time. Sometimes when it was too late, she would put the oranges on the windowsill early. Song Fuxing would take them every time, but he didn't know whether to throw them away or eat them.

Xia Mu was about to stuff it into his drawer, but she heard footsteps. She panicked and quickly turned around and threw the letter in her hand into Chen Wei's desk.

When I turned around, my heart almost jumped out of my throat.

It was Song Fuxing who came in. When she turned around, she happened to meet him, and she was so guilty that she didn't even dare to say anything.

Song Fuxing glanced at her, without saying a word, walked around her to his desk, leaned over to tidy up his schoolbag.

Xia Mu was sweating with guilt and couldn't help staring at his movements, fearing that he would see the letter because it was too obvious!

She was racking her brains to divert his attention.

Song Fuxing paused slightly when he put it together, and his eyes fell on the white envelope in Chen Wei's desk, and he obviously recognized the letter.

He saw that the letter was stuffed by her, and he also knew that the previous letters were all hers.

Xia Mu's nervous heart jumped out of his throat, and he had not had time to speak.

Song Fuxing looked up and said, "Did you write these letters?"

The gloomy weather outside seemed to be raining heavily, and she almost felt stiff.

His voice was already deserted, and was set off by such an environment, making him look even colder and colder. He would keep people from being cold and alienated, as if the next moment he would show an expression that he thought it was annoying to do this.

"I wrote it." Xia Mu adjusted his emotions slightly, showed a smile on his face, and asked softly before the situation was completely determined to die, "Did Chen Wei read my letter?"

Song Fuxing looked at her slightly between his eyebrows, without saying a word.

"Did he share your oranges with you? Does he like those oranges?" Xia Mu looked curious on the surface, but in fact he was timid and panicked, afraid that he would expose her crappy lies by such a smart person.

Song Fuxing looked at her silently when he heard this, until a muffled thunder suddenly rang outside, and the drizzle fell, breaking the peace in the classroom.

The introverted and cold boy always makes people at a loss. He is really standing quietly, but his aura and presence are still unignorable.

Xia Mu didn't know what to say.

Song Fuxing had already withdrawn his gaze, picked up his schoolbag, and sent him to the classroom without saying a word.

Xia Mu felt a little panicked, afraid that he would guess or disgust him. When he stepped out of the classroom door, he asked seriously, "Do you know how long it will take for Chen Wei to come back?"

Song Fuxing turned his head and looked cold, and he seemed a little impatient, "Don't you even know where the person you like is sitting?"

Xia Mu was shocked by him, and looked at him at a loss, his face slightly pale.

Song Fuxing threw down a sentence and left the classroom, and disappeared into the corner stairs in a blink of an eye. He seemed to really find her annoying.

She realized that she loved her too much, but she was just touching herself. For him, perhaps it was just a trouble...

Xia Mu took back the love letter. Since then, she never dared to stuff oranges to him, nor did she dare to get close to his position again.

I was afraid that he would be angry like that again, so she seemed very annoying to do this.

Her thin white fingers stroked the slightly yellowed letters. It was a sour youthful past, but before she could enter the pretentious mode, the phone on the desk had a very high frequency of vibration.

My meeting hall is in a battle several times a day.

Xia Mu opened it and glanced at it, Jiang Jiashu was howling in the group bored.

Long live Your Majesty: [Living is so boring. Apart from spending money, it’s so boring that it explodes.]

Kneel down: [This involves the circular philosophy of life and death. Some people are alive but already dead, while others are dead but always alive.]
To be continued...