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For example, in Jiang Mochuan's heart, Chen Xi is the most perfect existence.

In Zhang Ruoxuan's heart, Edos is the most perfect existence.

In Jiang Zi'an's heart, Wen Mengyang is the most perfect existence.

The word ‘perfect’ has been interpreted too much, and it cannot be expressed in just one or two sentences.

Jiang Mochuan looked at Chen Xi without speaking, so he kept looking at Chen Xi until he was a little embarrassed at Chen Xi: "Oh... you don't know and there is no need to keep staring at me like this."

Chen Xi was a little embarrassed by Jiang Mochuan, turned her head and looked at the blank paper on the table in front of her, and said embarrassedly.

Sorry, Chen Xi continued to become nervous before three seconds. Thinking that she only has a day and a half, Chen Xi felt that she was on the verge of collapse.

"Wife, I think you are because you are the most perfect in my heart, so..." Jiang Mochuan smiled, knowing that Chen Xi must have understood what he meant, and stretched out his hand to rub Chen Xi's head.

It wasn't until Chen Xi's head was rubbed like a henhouse before he was willing to give up.

Halfway through the conversation, Jiang Mochuan stopped talking, and Chen Xi became nervous as a result.

Jiang Mochuan's remarks are obviously still unspoken. Chen Xi is a little nervous, and wants to quickly know what Jiang Mochuan's so-called ‘perfect’ is: "Then tell me, so what?"

Sure enough, Jiang Mochuan heard what Chen Xi couldn't wait to ask himself, and smiled: "Perfection means that what you think is perfect in your heart is the most perfect, so you should not force yourself to design what kind of work. All you need to design is what you want in your heart, you know?"

Jiang Mochuan felt that this was his understanding of perfection, but he didn't know if Chen Xi's understanding was like this. Originally, he could not help Chen Xi in this aspect of the design. The only thing he could do was to tell Chen Xi the truth.

When Chen Xi heard Jiang Mochuan's words, her eyes suddenly brightened. I had some thoughts in my mind, so I picked up the sketch pen in my hand without saying anything, and drew it on the clean white paper a year ago.

"Huh... take a look." An hour later, Chen Xi quickly drew a drawing of her design. Jiang Mochuan glanced at it and frowned slightly.

Chen Xi's re-drawn design draft is no different from her original one. If there is anything to say, the overall effect is just magnified.

Jiang Mochuan commented somewhat against his will: "Well, very good, you are such a baby Xier."

If Jiang Mochuan didn't say that, Chen Xi would definitely think in her heart whether it was because she didn't do so well, and Chen Xi would be particularly self-blaming at that time.

Chen Xi heard Jiang Mochuan's words and did not speak, but just kept smiling. I have my own plans in my heart, and I just wait for when Jiang Mochuan's mask of hypocrisy can support it.

Actually... Hearing that Jiang Mochuan thought about herself so much, Chen Xi couldn't deny that she was very happy and very happy in her heart.

But... what she wants more is that Jiang Mochuan can point out her shortcomings, instead of always catering to her own ideas to judge everything.

"Why don't you go out first, you must not come in these two days to disturb me, I will revise the manuscript again." After a long time, Chen Xi suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Mochuan and said.

Jiang Mochuan did not understand what Chen Xi meant. Hearing Chen Xi's words, he nodded gently and left the office.

When he walked out of the office, Jiang Mochuan realized that something was wrong. Didn't he just said that he would accompany Chen Xi to design together?

Why was she so confused by Chen Xi?

Turning around, looking at the office that had already been closed, Jiang Mochuan could only sigh helplessly. Then turned and left the office direction.

Chen Xi took her design draft and read it over and over again in the office alone. Is this what she thinks is perfect?

If this is the case, why do I feel that something is wrong?

In fact, Chen Xi felt that her brain capacity had reached a limit, and she could no longer think of any design concepts.

I could only imitate my original design and design a copy. When I showed it to Jiang Mochuan, Chen Xi was undeniably very happy when he heard Jiang Mochuan's mouth full of praise.

Everything Jiang Mochuan said was to make himself happy, and to make himself a little easier.

However, Chen Xi had high demands on herself in her heart. If it was something that was repeated, she would definitely not take another look.

In the evening, when Jiang Mochuan delivered food to Chen Xi's independent office, he just opened the door and saw Chen Xi sitting in an office chair and staring at the design draft in front of him at noon.

Frowning slightly, Jiang Mochuan couldn't see any traces of Chen Xi's modification again.

It seems that from noon to now, Chen Xidong hasn't moved this design draft again.

"Why are you here?" Chen Xi suddenly raised her head and glanced at Jiang Mochuan, somewhat puzzled.

Looking at Jiang Mochuan with a confused expression, waiting for Jiang Mochuan to give him an answer, and finally told Jiang Mochuan not to come to disturb him. Why did you come over so suddenly?

Thinking of this, Chen Xi frowned slightly.

"Bring you something to eat, no matter how serious you are, I still have to eat." Jiang Mochuan had a headache. After finally leaving Chen Xi's office today, he has been busy with the dealer's affairs.

It can be said that I haven't had much time to care about Chen Xi. I thought that Chen Xi would go to her office to find herself when she got off work, but she didn't expect Chen Xi to go there. I have to bring food by myself.

"Okay, I see, you go out soon." Chen Xi took the insulation box in Jiang Mochuan's hand and nodded, opened the insulation box and ate a few mouthfuls, and waited for Jiang Mochuan to leave.

Only then did Chen Xi put the spoon in her hand aside, and then continued to concentrate on the design draft in front of her.

After thinking about it, he picked up the drawing pen on the side.

'perfect…'

'perfect…'

'perfect…'

Chen Xi felt that her whole mind was about to be occupied by the word ‘perfect’. She didn’t have any thoughts. The only thing she wanted to know was what she thought of as ‘perfect’ in her heart.

Is there a prescribed standard for her to refer to?

Or give her a ‘perfect’ work for her to take a look, even if it’s just a glance.