Did President Ji Urge for Marriage Today?

City a has a warmer climate than Jiangcheng. Tang Shumi felt the sun shrouded when he got off the plane, and the whole body was warm.

After expelling the fatigue that has been for many days, the whole person feels relaxed.

It's 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and she plans to visit Ai Zhu first.

Originally made an appointment to meet at the coffee shop, but in order to show his sincerity, Tang Shumi offered to negotiate in the studio.

Because she came quietly, the air ticket was booked privately, and the butler did not know, so there was no arrangement to receive her.

Ai Zhu's studio was in the vast building on Nanling Road. Tang Shumi walked out of the airport and asked for a rental car to sit on it.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the vast building.

"Is there an appointment?" the lady at the front desk asked.

Tang Shumi nodded: "Yes."

"Please wait, I'll make a phone call to check."

Tang Shumi nodded slightly.

The purpose of her trip is not only to invite Ai Zhuo to participate in the opening ceremony, but also to hope that her works can enter the museum.

After the front desk checked her, she took her to the eighteenth floor.

The moment she entered the studio, her heart surged.

The walls are full of Ai Zhu's works, leaving no gaps, just like murals.

It's dazzling, and can't help being shocked by this bold style.

It seems to have entered the fantasy world of art.

"Miss Tang, hello." A gentle and elegant voice rang across the exhibition wall.

With a slight sense of familiarity, before he could think about it carefully, the person appeared in front of Tang Shumi.

She was taken aback, looked at the familiar face, and exclaimed: "Chen Mobai?"

"I didn't expect Miss Tang to remember me." Chen Mobai smiled.

"Why are you here?" Tang Shumi looked around, but didn't see anyone else except Chen Mobai, "Where is Ai Zhu?"

Chen Mobai raised his eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes annoying the burning light, "It's right in front of your eyes."

Tang Shumi obviously couldn't believe it: "Are you Ai Zhu?"

From the perspective of her depiction and creative style, she has always believed that Ai Zhu is a female painter.

"What? Miss Tang doesn't believe it?" Chen Mobai curled up his lips and looked at her with a smile.

Tang Shumi didn't know what to say for a while, and stood in silence.

Chen Mobai turned out to be Ai Zhu? Don't you dare to write a dog-blood novel like that?

"Aren't you studying architecture?" Tang Shumi asked him.

After Chen Mobai pondered for a moment, he explained, "I will switch to painting when you return home."

I met Tang Shumi and the Cambridge campus. She stood in front of a building and looked up and watched for a long, long time.

Rouxu's light hit her face, a breeze blew by, and she blinked her eyes gently.

At that moment, he walked over and asked, "Classmate, what are you looking at?"

Tang Shumi turned her head and found that it was a Chinese, so she answered him with a smile: "This building is strangely beautiful."

In fact, the murals upstairs are beautiful.

Looking at her gentle and quiet smile, Chen Mobai lied for the first time: "I am an exchange student in the Department of Architecture, and I also think it's pretty."

Without the expected surprise, she just nodded faintly: "I'm going to class, goodbye."

Chen Mobai had never seen such a girl before, and he was unexpectedly tempted.

He used all his personal relationships to collect her information and knew that her name was Tang Shumi, a second-year student in the mathematics department, and he liked to see art exhibitions very much.

At that time, he knew that what she admired that day was not the architecture, but the murals.

Chen Mobai regretted it, but at the same time he was very happy.

He himself is an art major, majoring in Western oil painting. Although under the guise of the Department of Architecture, Tang Shumi was amazed by his accomplishments in painting, and occasionally promised him to go to the exhibition together.

Tang Shumi said very little, and was always faint to him, chattering only when watching the exhibition. Chen Mobai knew that she just regarded herself as a friend with the same taste, and the relationship could not be further improved.

Until the summer of that year, he mustered up the courage to confess to her.

Jianhe gurgling stars, under the lush willow trees, it hasn't waited for anyone.

He stood for one night, and then moved away at dawn.

Later, I learned that she had returned to China and she has since been disconnected.

Tang Shumi smiled and said: "You are really amazing, but I said that back then, you must be a genius in painting."

He has sketching skills in the Department of Architecture and a keen artistic sense. It is not surprising that he chose to change his major.

Chen Mobai smiled and said, "Then I also want to thank Miss Tang for her praise."

"Don't call me Miss Tang, it sounds weird, just call me Tang Shumi." Tang Shumi had a small abacus in her heart. Since Chen Mobai is Ai Zhu, then just mention the past and let him recite the past. Friendship.

Isn't it very promising for works to settle in?

Chen Mobai yelled gently: "Shu Mi."

Tang Shumi nodded happily.

The little abacus crackled.

Yes, that's it, the more familiar the better.

Tang Shumi didn't mean anything, but directly expressed his intention.

Chen Mobai gladly agreed to participate in the opening ceremony. As for the entry of the works, he smiled and said: "No hurry, let me visit your art museum first, let me talk about the long time coming to Japan."

His words were strange, giving Tang Shumi the feeling of boiling a frog in warm water.

However, Chen Mobai also made sense. He has never visited the art gallery, so how about letting his works settle in.

The two chatted for a while, and Tang Shumi saw that it was late and got up to leave.

Chen Mobai asked her to stay: "I haven't seen her for more than two years. Let's stay for dinner. A new Japanese food store has opened nearby. It looks pretty good."

Tang Shumi declined the excuse of something.

Chen Mobai didn't force it, and easily let go.

His eyes fell on Tang Shumi's right ring finger, white and slender.

There are no accessories.

The eyes flashed, still those four words-the future will be long.

"The opening day is Wednesday next week, don't remember it wrong, remember to be there on time." Before leaving, Tang Shumi reminded again.

Chen Mobai smiled slightly, "Remember, I don't release pigeons like someone."

Tang Shumi was startled, and instantly recalled that day because it was too sudden, there was no time to tell Chen Mobai.

There were a lot of bad things when I went back to China, and I didn't think of it at all. When I remembered it, two months had passed.

She thought about asking Chen Mobai to explain, but it seemed unnecessary.

In any case, she did not keep her promise after all.

"I--" Tang Shumi pursed her lips, and then said, "I'm sorry."

Chen Mobai gently shook his head: "It doesn't matter, there is nothing important to find you that day. I waited for a while. If you don't come, I will go back."

Tang Shumi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Coming out of the vast building, the sun was still dazzling. Tang Shumi put on her sunglasses and took a taxi to the group's branch in city a.

Before joining the company, she went to a high-end dessert shop to order a lot of desserts and asked the clerk to pack them individually.

Although the branch office is not comparable to the headquarters building, it is also an unusually eye-catching stand-alone building.

Tang Shumi took off her sunglasses and showed a bright smile.

The glass door opened automatically to both sides, Tang Shumi walked in, and several shop assistants followed her with the food crates.

She is slender and thin, her features are so exquisite that she can't move her eyes, her temperament is cold and noble, and she is even more beautiful than the female stars on TV.

There was a small commotion in the crowd, and the staff stopped their movements and looked over. When she was led by the front desk, she walked into the elevator gracefully, and the suppressed discussion suddenly became louder.

"Which star is this?"

"Impossible, I know even the eighteenth-line star who is in the middle of the earth, she is not a star."

"Then who is she?"

"I heard that Ji always has a fiancee, isn't it her?"

"I'm so good-looking, I'm sour, I envy Mr. Ji."

"Why do you a woman envy President Ji? On the contrary, you should envy her. President Ji sits on the entire group, not only rich and handsome, but also handsome."

"The good-looking lady is afraid that she won't be able to find a handsome man with money and good looks? Mr. Ji's face is so cold, I'm afraid she can't stand it."

"Maybe it's just a cold face at us, and maybe a smile in front of my fiancee."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was silent.

I can't imagine that picture...

Soon, someone voiced: "Isn't it rumored that the two are in a bad relationship? President Ji has been abroad for two years, but I heard that this fiancee has been staying in China."

"Shit rumors, if the rumors are credible, then my idol really has an 18-year-old illegitimate daughter, but my idol is only 23 this year. Five-year-old daughters?? Are these black fans thinking nothing ?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I did not think so much, she really looks good!"

"Yeah, yeah, people are so nice, and I bring us Helens' desserts, which is the most expensive one I love!"

"Aren't you going to eat it? If you don't eat it, let me eat it."

...

The secretary said that Ji Linchen had gone to the meeting and it was estimated to be over in half an hour.

Ji Linchen's office is very spacious, as always, low luxury and cold wind, office appliances are brand new and shiny, and they have been renovated at first glance.

Tang Shumi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down.

The traffic on the road is like a shuttle, and the pedestrians are as small as ants. The sunlight hits the plane trees on both sides of the street, passing through the gaps of orange and yellow leaves, mottled.

The sunshine in city a is much more abundant than in Jiangcheng.

Tang Shumi stretched out, turned around and walked to the desk to sit down. She put her hands on the armrests and looked down at left and right.

Imagine Ji Linchen sitting on it.

Uh... Sit up straight!

Tang Shumi straightened up her upper body and sat with her arms upright, resting her hands on the desk, tapping the desk lightly, imitating his usual tone.

"obedient."

"obedient."

"Don't make trouble unreasonably."

After saying these classic three sentences to the air, Tang Shumi was cold and quiet for a few seconds.

Then, suddenly raised the volume, clapped the table and said: "Ji Linchen!"

"Are you promising?"

Quiet for a few seconds.

"Don't dare? I don't think you dare to have anything."

Quiet for a few seconds.

"Ji Linchen, are you challenging my patience?"

Finally, it ends with a perfect sentence.

"Tomorrow Zhao Yan will send you the report, and the ppt will make a copy for you, so be it."

Tang Shumi's expression was very serious, and she deliberately lowered her voice, just like Ji Linchen was talking at the time.

The imitation was over, just as she was about to lift her lips and laugh.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.