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Gu Zheng's entire face approached the computer screen.

The computer is on and there are several jewellery finished drawings on the screen.

He picked his eyebrows and opened the drawer, looking for something in it.

However, his drawer, apart from important documents, was also important, and he did not find what he wanted.

He had to dial the inside line, and when he answered, he said callously, "Send me a mirror. ”

Soon, Secretary Zhang pushed the door in, holding her usual little mirror.

“President, this is the only mirror I have.” Secretary Zhang put the mirror on the table.

This is a large, palm-sized mirror with industrial crystals, glittering, and mirrored as a little meat of red stars.

This is a particularly delicate mirror.

“Mm-hmm.” In front of others, Gu Zheng was a cold face.

Secretary Zhang was confused. The president, a big man, suddenly asked for a mirror for what?

Secretary Zhang took a careful look at Gu Zheng. Today, he is as arrogant and handsome as usual. He is very cold and handsome.

Boss is very handsome. Maybe he wants a mirror and looks at himself?

Secretary Zhang thought about it. At the regular meeting for a while, the company's top executives gathered to discuss which kind of jewellery to attack the French market. There are no beautiful young women.

Boss suddenly cares so much about the image?

Gu Zheng stretched his hand, took the mirror and saw Secretary Zhang standing there. He raised his eyes and looked at her coldly. "What's wrong? ”

Secretary Zhang shook his head, "It's okay. ”

Turning out, closing the door, I actually saw the big Boss facing the mirror, swinging his head left and right, looking at himself in the mirror, that expression, it seemed... very narcissistic.

Secretary Zhang took a smoke in the corner of his eyes. Why is it weird that the president is acting like this?

“How dare you say I look like a eunuch? You're so tough. What kind of a eunuch is that?” Gu Qiu looked at himself in the mirror and spoke to himself.

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Song Jiuyue made a propaganda stain in front of the computer.

The computer screen shows a stylish and retro-inspired dress.

Beautiful and stunning.

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

When I accidentally glanced at Song Jiuyue's computer, the whole person was shocked: "Wow, this dress is beautiful! ”

She walked two steps in three steps, standing behind Song Yiuyue, and asked out loud: “Did you design this dress? ”

Song Jiuyue's mouth lifted with a smile: “Well, I don't think the colour matching is perfect enough. ”

“Top designer Yi is a top designer with completely different design styles. I haven't seen such a unique and stunning dress on the market. ”

“Is this a beautiful dress or the one that won the championship at the last costume competition in the city?” Song Jiuyue looked up and looked at this female colleague behind her. In order to keep her heart together, she said: “I have a lot of dresses in my hat room that I didn't personally design for sale. Zhao Lan, you are in such good shape. I'll give them to you. How about that? ”

“Really?” Zhao Lan was happy to hear: “This dress is beautiful, and although it is beautiful, it is not as beautiful as this one. ”

The conversation between the two soon attracted other colleagues from the design department.

They were all very shocked when they saw the dress.

Song Jiuyue was able to design such a unique outfit!

Chang 'an walked in and met a group of people around Song Jiuyue to discuss.

He walked over and the colleagues gave him a seat as soon as they saw him.

“President, look, Song Yiuyue's dress is amazing! ”