spend the rest of my life saying i love you

Chapter 101 An Ran, Don't Play With Fire!

Zhang Ma quickly answered at the door: "Yes, Miss San!"

With the status and status of the Mo family, finding a top fashion designer is not a problem at all, but she doesn't know what the third lady is looking for a fashion designer for, but she knows that she is busy, so she quickly walked down Lou called the Mo family mansion.

After the housekeeper over there answered the phone, he ordered someone to do it. Early the next morning, a designer came to the door. Mama Zhang's scrutinizing eyes swept over the man. The designer whose eyes seem to see is a little uncomfortable.

But the designer couldn't say anything, just pushed the eye sockets on the bridge of the nose, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, you should be Mama Zhang, the manager here, right? I'm Ren Sheng."

"Okay, please come in with me."

The speed of the Mo family's work is naturally not bad. Zhang's mother has seen Ren Sheng's personal introduction, but she did not expect that this man is so young, about 25 years old, wearing a pair of glasses, and looks gentle.

The people selected over there are naturally not bad. Zhang Ma sized it up for a while, then withdrew her gaze, and explained carefully: "Miss San has a weird temper, so Mr. Ren can't get angry in front of Miss San. It's up to her, understand?"

The corners of Ren Sheng's mouth twitched, he was indeed from a wealthy family, just this rule is a bit unbearable, what does it mean to depend on her for everything?Just because of the third lady's bad temper...

Zhang Ma didn't hear the answer, so she couldn't help but stop, glanced at the back, and asked lightly: "What's the matter, are you dissatisfied? If you are not satisfied with this arrangement, you can leave at any time. It is too late to regret it now." If you regret it after meeting Miss San, then it means you have offended the entire Mo family, and I hope Mr. Ren will think it over carefully!"

Mo Zhaozhao is the apple of the eye of the Mo family, so Zhang Ma's daring to say this is naturally based on facts.

Ren Sheng was a little uncomfortable, and finally nodded and said: "I was asked by the chairman. I believe that my ability is qualified for this job. Please rest assured, Mama Zhang!"

rest assured?

Mama Zhang couldn't help but sneered in her heart, how many years, how many years no one has said the word "relieve" to her, because of Miss San's illness, she has never been relieved, so for Ren Sheng's words, She was also just noncommittal.

"Mr. Ren, please bear with Miss San's temper. If you feel something is wrong, you can call me. I will show up at any moment." Less servants.

After serving the third lady for so many years, such small things are naturally understood and can be done.

Ren Sheng felt a little weird, but he could only feel so in his heart, so he said calmly on the surface: "Mother Zhang, I don't know where Miss San is?"

"Second floor." After Zhang Ma finished speaking, she walked up first.

Although I don't know what the third lady is going to use for finding a designer, but I will find out later, she nodded to Ren Sheng and said: "Mr. All smaller."

"Yeah." Without any explanation, Ren Sheng's pace slowed down, the good upbringing was reflected at this time, Zhang Ma was finally somewhat satisfied with this young man.

"Truly—"

Mama Zhang went to the door and knocked on the door. The third lady locked herself in the room after breakfast, and she didn't know what she was doing, but there was no loud noise, so naturally she couldn't be ill, so Mama Zhang didn't either. Too much worry.

When Mo Zhaozhao heard the voice, an excited voice came from inside: "Come in."

When the two entered, Mo Zhaozhao's eyes were fixed on Ren Sheng, and finally he muttered and asked, "Are you a fashion designer?"

The voice was nice, not as weird as Zhang Ma said. Ren Sheng could not help raising his head to look at Mo Zhaozhao carefully: "Yes, I am a fashion designer, and my name is Ren Sheng."

Ren Sheng Ren Sheng sounds quite nice. After Mo Zhaozhao tossed and turned these two words in his mouth for a moment, he raised his eyes.

"I came to you because I want you to teach me about fashion design." She paused, then asked, "Can you teach me?"

Ren Sheng seemed a little surprised, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but this kind of sight made Mo Zhaozhao a little unhappy, and his fingers were constantly tightening. Something seemed to be rising towards his chest, and she wanted to control it. But nothing can be done.

Mama Zhang seemed to realize that something was wrong with her, and quickly called out to the side: "Miss San!"

Only then did Mo Zhaozhao regain his senses from his own thoughts, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his head, and he said with a stiff face: "Mother Zhang, I haven't taken the medicine yet, can you help me get it?"

Seeing that she was back to normal, Mama Zhang quickly nodded her head, and explained next to Ren Sheng: "Miss San can answer whatever she asks, don't hesitate!"

Will this man wink?

Obviously I have explained it before, why is it still unresponsive now!
Ren Sheng nodded: "Miss San, if you don't mind, I can teach you how to design clothes."

Mo Zhaozhao was a little satisfied, and sat on the bed and pointed to the chair calmly: "Then please sit down, teacher, and someone will bring me anything I want."

"First you have to learn the most basic, such as..."

Ren Sheng quickly got into the mood. At first he thought that Mo Zhaozhao was looking for a designer to design clothes for her, but he didn't expect that the girl wanted to learn by herself, which surprised him just now.

Otherwise, he would have come to his senses long ago.

Mo Zhaozhao learned it very seriously. Zhang Ma came in with the medicine and watched her obediently finish eating, then she left the house silently. In addition to teaching Mo Zhaozhao design and other knowledge, Ren Sheng began to teach the girl again. Get curious.

Why does this third lady live here alone, and she is a living person with some kind of disease, and she wants someone to protect her like this!
One to two to go.

The day went on as usual, Jane Anran sat in the office, looking at the computer screen, she didn't know what was going on, her thoughts were a little messed up, she gritted her teeth involuntarily, and now she thought about the conversation that day again in her mind.

She suddenly stood up from the chair, Xia Qingqing looked at her in surprise and said, "An Ran, what's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

Jane Anran shook her head: "I'll go to the bathroom."

After she entered the bathroom, she happened to bump into Ling Yunjin who came out. The two smiled at each other, and Jian Anran went in by mistake. She didn't know what happened, Ling Yunjin seemed to be more enthusiastic towards her these days.

He spent a long time talking to her every day, but Wen Min looked at them coldly, as if waiting for her to be tricked to death.

Jane Anran doesn't like this kind of atmosphere!
Unexpectedly, when she came out from inside, Ling Yunjin was still washing her hands in the bathroom, the water was flowing on her palms, they looked crystal clear, and the hands of designers are usually very beautiful. Shi Lingyun suddenly turned around and stared at Jian Anran for a while.

"An Ran, have you made this work yet?"

Jian Anran was a little disturbed, took a deep breath, calmed down and said: "It's still in production, how about you?"

Ling Yunjin shook her hand, took out a tissue and began to wipe: "I prepared it before, after all, I am an old man, so the chairman came to me that day, we discussed the competition works, and the chairman gave me some guidance, But I still shouldn't be able to win against you..."

Jian Anran's eyes were flickering. She really told Wei Sen about the work that day, otherwise it would have taken half an hour.

But I don't seem to care about this, so what is it that I care about?
Unable to figure it out, Jian Anran frowned slightly, but she didn't want to stay in the bathroom and walked out towards the door.

After answering the office, Liang Ye called him to the chairman's office before his butt was hot, saying that the chairman was looking for him.

Jian Anran was a little puzzled. As soon as she walked in, she heard Wei Sen asking with a smile: "Designer Jane has been working for so many days. Have you prepared your work yet?"

Sure enough, it is still for this matter!
Although I don't know why Wei Sen is so obsessed with this problem, Jian Anran instinctively smells something different. Didn't he just tell Ling Yunjin that his work was being produced, and Wei Sen came to ask someone to ask her about it? It doesn't matter to Ling Yunjin, then I really feel sorry for Ling Yunjin.

Jian Anran turned her head and thought for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "Chairman, my work is still under production."

"Well, then, if you have any pictures or ideas, you can try to talk to me." Weisen seemed to be thinking about something seriously, turning his head and staring at Jane Anran lovingly, as if caring for the eyes of a junior.

Jian Anran raised her eyes, shook her head and said, "I didn't bring this..."

"Then just talk to me about the idea. I want to understand the psychology of your designers." Weisen said very aboveboard, and people couldn't refuse, but what he said was also reasonable. He is the chairman of the board and asked himself The subordinates said that there is nothing strange at all.

Jane Anran's puzzled eyes drifted down on Wesson's body, and she quickly lowered her head to stare at the floor and said, "Chairman, I will give you my blueprint tomorrow."

This means that I don't plan to give it today!
Wei Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Coming out of the chairman's office, the pores on Jian Anran's back involuntarily began to dilate, as if she was clamoring, why did she have a bad premonition in her heart?
I don't plan to tell Xia Qingqing about this matter, so as not to cause trouble for her.

Back home, Jian Anran found out her mobile phone, opened the number and called the other party.

The other party seemed a little surprised and said, "Jane Anran?"

With this tone, it was clear that she didn't believe it was her who called, but it was no wonder.

"Jane Anran, don't tell me that you want to cooperate with me, right?" Wen Min sneered twice, but it was not difficult to hear the tone full of expectation.That's right, the person Jian Anran called was Wen Min.

"Wen Min, I didn't call you today to talk about cooperation, but just wanted to ask a question." After speaking, Jian Anran obviously felt that there was a moment of silence that day, and then heard Wen Min's cold snort.

"Don't talk to me if it's not for cooperation. I don't have so much free time to talk to you about messy things. If you want to talk, go talk to your Ling Yunjin!" Wen Min said, obviously he should hang up the phone, but he didn't do it at all. No, because she was curious what Jane Anran was doing calling her so late.

What kind of things can't be said in the office?

The only possibility is that there is Ling Yunjin in the company, so Jian Anran does not have excessive intimacy with her.

Jian Anran smiled, and said lightly: "Wen Min, I know you are a smart person, and if you fall down once, you will never want to fall down a second time, so I will only ask you this question once, and it is up to you whether you answer or not. up to you!"

There was silence for a while, as if the phone had been hung up, but Jian Anran knew that Wen Min was still there, and was still thinking seriously.

"You said."

"What did the chairman talk to you that day, and what did you talk about?"

Wen Min pursed her lips and said, "Don't we talk about the same content?"

"He asked if you had any ideas?"

"Ah."

Jian Anran continued: "Then have you told him your idea?"

If you said it, it shouldn't have taken such a short time, but if you didn't say it, why Wei Sen only asked her to go to the office today, and Ling Yunjin's attitude...

It's all weird!

Wen Min smiled on the other side of the phone: "I didn't say it. After that incident, I felt that it is better to trust others than to trust myself. If I have an idea, I should hide it in my mind, otherwise someone will poach it. Who should I cry to? Jian Anran, is that why you called? "

Deep dissatisfaction was already revealed in the words, Jian Anran took a deep breath here: "Yes, that's what I'm asking."

Things are settled, and the clouds and mists are beginning to clear away.

Annoyed by Jian Anran's attitude, Wen Min gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to cooperate with me?"

"There is no need for this now..." Jian Anran said lightly.

"What?" Wen Min was a little surprised. After thinking about it, she always felt that this matter was not simple, so she quickly asked, "Jian Anran, what happened?"

Why did you call her suddenly!

"Wen Min, some of what you said is correct." She agreed with her words, Wen Min was confused by Jian Anran, and still didn't understand: "Jian Anran, if you have nothing to do, I will Hang up, if you want to find me to cooperate, I will accompany you anytime!"

After hanging up the phone, Jian Anran swept around the house, calmed down and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After finishing everything, she sat on the bed and took a small table to start writing and drawing.

Even when Mo Tingjun came back, she just looked up, and then continued to work.

After staying up until midnight, Mo Tingjun couldn't help feeling a little distressed when he saw that she was still working, so he came over and said, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Because it will be used tomorrow. If you are sleepy, go to bed first. I'll go to the study." Jian Anran wanted to get up as she said that, but Mo Tingjun shook her head and turned to go to the study by herself. She planned to stay up late with her. up.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Jian Anran finally finished her work. Seeing seven sets of designs and one series, some light flashed in her eyes.

It's finally done!

The rougher works were completed quickly under her pen and paper. She packed up her things, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the door of the study and knocked. Mo Tingjun saw that she had come in, and stretched out his hands Between eyebrows: "Okay?"

"Yes, it's all right." Jian Anran nodded, saved the files on the computer and closed it, and even turned off the computer, took his hand and dragged him directly to the bed. The two were exhausted, and Jian Anran Forget some words in the back of my mind.

It wasn't until the bank card received the message the next day that I remembered it. My heart twitched a few times, and I patted my head and said, "I must remember today!"

She has forgotten this matter for several days in a row, and she is simply making herself angry!

Not long after he started working, Liang Ye unexpectedly appeared at the door of the office. Needless to say, Jian Anran stood up, arrived at the chairman's office, and handed over the series of works in double-opening. Wei Sen held the work, his eyes flickering .

Seeing Jian Anran, she couldn't help frowning a few times, and finally said: "The initial works are still a bit rough, so..."

"It's okay, even if it's a blueprint, I can feel its beauty. Anran, your talent is really better than your mother's!" Hearing Wei Sen and Ji Yaxuan, some doubts flashed in Jian Anran's eyes again. This woman, Don't know where it is now.

Wei Sen looked at Jian Anran's inspiration explanation again, the smile on his face continued to expand, and his whole body was extremely excited.

Jian Anran looked at Wesen again, knowing that he didn't intend to return the manuscript, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Chairman, I don't know what opinion you want to give, so I can go back and change it. By the way, the design draft is at home. I didn’t leave a copy, so the chairman will give it to me later.”

Wei Sen frowned imperceptibly, and looked at the design draft in his hand. After confirming that it was really the original draft, he couldn't help but glance at Jian Anran with admiration. What does this mean? It means that Jian Anran trusts him, not a copy , but the original!

"How about this, you go make me a cup of coffee first, remember not to spill the coffee, or the taste will be bad." After Weisen finished speaking, he continued to admire without looking up, as if he was indulging in the design draft , while Jian Anran was slightly taken aback.

She shouldn't have to do things like making coffee, but Weisen called...

Turning around and leaving the office, Wei Sen also raised his head with a chuckle at this time, took out his mobile phone and didn't know what to do.

When Jane Anran returned to the office, Wei Sen propped his chin with both hands, and stared at Jane Anran as he walked in: "I have read the work carefully, and some parts are still lacking, and some elements need to be improved. Of course, with these, you can win the championship." Not a problem."

"The chairman praises me like this. Be careful that I'm too complacent and can't perform at a normal level." After speaking, Jian Anran smiled, and put the coffee on the table. Pass it to Jane Anran.

"Remember to keep it safe." Wesen finished speaking, and then said: "It doesn't matter if you don't change it, because it is already in perfect condition."

Jian Anran smiled, without nodding or shaking her head, but there was no other emotion in her eyes when she looked at Wesen. The previous admiration seemed to have disappeared without a trace, but it was not confirmed yet. She can't do anything, say anything!
Or just missing an opportunity.

After returning home from get off work, Jane Anran fell on the bed exhausted, but she didn't expect that she would hit a hard object directly.

She took a deep breath in pain, and rubbed her head suddenly: "Mo Tingjun?"

After waking up for a while, she pulled the quilt away, and she saw Mo Tingjun lying on it funny. Just because he was motionless and she was too tired to look at him, she didn't realize that the man had actually returned.

"Get off work so early today?"

Mo Ting hooked the tip of her nose and said, "Why, you don't like it?"

Jian Anran didn't talk to him, stared at him for a while and said, "Mo Tingjun, those money..."

He stretched out his hand to cover her lips, and said with a smile, "Just take those, and treat it as the pursuit fee I gave you. You know, I have never pursued you before, and I just got the certificate. Don't you think so?" Wronged?"

Jian Anran was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect him to give such a reason, it just made people want to grit their teeth, but in the end, she just moved up, leaned on his chest and said: "When I met you, I'm The grievances in your life are no longer grievances, don't you understand?"

"En." Mo Tingjun suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips, and said fiercely and in a low voice: "It's good to have you here, grievances are no longer grievances."

The two hugged each other, and after a long silence, he said in a dissatisfied tone: "You seem to be very busy these days?"

Jian Anran panted slightly, and said in a low voice: "I have encountered some things, but I have figured it out now, so don't worry."

"Then An Ran, go take a shower now, and then get a good night's sleep." She stayed up so long last night, if she doesn't have time to rest now, it really shouldn't be.

"it is good."

When Jian Anran came out of the bathroom, Song Feng had delivered the food to the room, and Mo Tingjun was arranging the dishes, when he saw her figure leaning against the door, he walked over and pulled her over: "Dinner."

When the two of them were under the blanket, Jian Anran actually thought of the girl Mo Zhaozhao.

"How is Zhao Zhao's condition now?"

Mo Tingjun frowned, pulled her finger and kissed her: "Don't worry, she is much better now, if she is not stimulated, she won't get sick. There is also news from the house over there that she suddenly complained to the designer. She became so enthusiastic about this industry that she actually hired several teachers to teach her."

Hearing this, Jian Anran couldn't help asking: "Is she really interested?"

"Thank you." Mo Ting rubbed his chin on her head. "If you want to go on Saturday, I will accompany you. You don't know the way yet."

"Alright."

Mo Zhaozhao, a girl as simple as snow, doesn't know why she became like that, but Mo Tingjun didn't say anything, and Jian Anran didn't plan to ask, if she wanted to say something, Mo Tingjun would naturally say it, and she still Not that narrow-minded.

Cursing the corners of her lips, she shrank back, but her fingers couldn't help but began to move around on his back, groping here and there, making Mo Tingjun unable to sleep at all. He grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse voice : "An Ran, don't play with fire!"

Jian Anran blinked her eyes, she was very innocent, and put her other hand towards his lower abdomen, her soft fingers seemed to be on fire, wherever she went, Mo Tingjun felt that there was a panic, the most important thing was is somewhere.

It was so painful, staring into Jian Anran's eyes, he gritted his teeth fiercely, he knew that she did it on purpose!

He grabbed her finger suddenly, leaned down and directly covered it, and asked in a low voice: "Did you feel it?"

ready!

She felt the heat in her hands, and knew that she couldn't continue playing, so she immediately raised her feet to hook his legs, leaned against his arms, and said endlessly, "If you can't help it, you can..."

The protracted ending seemed extremely ambiguous, but he did not expect that Mo Tingjun could not recover from the following words.

"You can go to the bathroom and fix it yourself."

"An Ran, but I hope you will solve it for me." Mo Tingjun's voice was hoarse, and he pulled her into his arms and held her directly in his arms. Her back was pressed against his chest, and the fiery Jian Anran didn't dare to move things casually, for fear that Mo Tingjun would really lose control.

Mo Tingjun whispered in her ear: "An Ran, the day is coming soon."

On that day, he must come back in good condition!

Jian Anran seemed to understand the hidden meaning, her ears turned red, and she said bravely, "I said... you really don't feel uncomfortable like this?"

If it's uncomfortable, go and solve it, otherwise, if you don't feel uncomfortable, she will feel uncomfortable to death.

Mo Tingjun blinked his eyes, just like her, pretending to be innocent: "I feel uncomfortable, you want to solve it for me?"

Jian Anran's heart missed a beat, and she shook her head directly.

"I just think you... will have sequelae, so it's better to use your hands now..."

Before she finished speaking, Jian Anran felt a burst of heat from the base of her ears. He licked her earlobe with his moist lips and said with a low smile, "So you are afraid that I will have sequelae and I won't be able to satisfy you in the future?"

Jian Anran was stunned, only feeling that this answer was a bit unexpected.

Immediately afterwards, she heard her gritting her teeth: "Mo Tingjun!"

"I'm here." His gentle and slow tone made Jian Anran calm down instantly, alas, she lit the fire, let him hug her now, as long as she doesn't move.

Jane Anran leaned in his arms, not daring to move.

But Mo Tingjun bit her ear and said: "An Ran, I really like you taking the initiative."

Jian Anran only felt that her cheeks could bleed, even if she really took the initiative, can you stop being so straightforward! ?
Mo Tingjun was silent for a while, and finally sighed in a low voice: "But if you take the initiative now, it is no different from killing me."

You can only see but not eat, there is really no difference.

One night, Jian Anran's whole body was a little hot from his hot chest, and the next day, the two of them had finished their rest, and they simply tidied up and regained their energy.

Chen Xiao said early in the morning: "Madam, it can be seen that you should have had a good rest last night."

"The face is ruddy and shiny, was it last night..." Chen Xiao blinked with a wicked smile.

Jian Anran suddenly yelled at her and turned her eyes away: "Shut up, drive!"

"Yes!" Chen Xiao started the engine with a smile, and drove the car away from the spot.

But Mo Tingjun's side is indeed a little different. Song Feng didn't feel the good mood of the second young master, but felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his face.

After a careful look, I heard Er Shao order: "Drive!"

This sentence directly scared him to step on the gas pedal.

He always felt that Er Shao was a little weird. He touched the corner of his mouth, thought about it, and organized a word that fit Mo Tingjun.

Want dissatisfaction!

(End of this chapter)