Son, This Is Your CEO Daddy

"How is today?" Jiang Mochuan asked inadvertently while eating.

Seeing Chen Xi's tired face, Jiang Mochuan felt very distressed, but there was no way. Even though Chen Xi was determined this time and wanted to develop the design path, he would not choose to persuade Chen Xi to withdraw in the middle.

When did you feel that Chen Xi was tired and didn't want to work in this industry? The position of Mrs. Jiang next to Jiang Mochuan will always be reserved for Chen Xi.

The deposit in the card will always be left to Chen Xi.

"It's okay, but... I didn't expect that Tong Mengmeng was also being invited this time." Chen Xi nodded softly before mentioning Tong Mengmeng.

Now as long as she mentions Tong Mengmeng, she feels that she is the first and two older. Tong Mengmeng now seems to be arguing against herself as long as she finds something wrong with her.

For this reason, Chen Xi is really tired physically and mentally.

It's just that she wants to do her own thing properly, but there is such a stumbling block in the middle, and she still stumbles wherever she goes.

Jiang Mochuan did not speak, waiting for Chen Xi to continue to say the next thing to himself. If Chen Xi does not like Tong Mengmeng to participate in this fashion week together, he can use his contacts to exclude Tong Mengmeng from this fashion week event.

"Why don't you speak?" Chen Xi was a little strange. Jiang Mochuan would also help him with some ideas. Today, he heard himself complaining.

Jiang Mochuan was surprisingly quiet.

"Actually, you can ignore her. She will fight you just because you are better than her. Have you ever heard of the personality of hatred for wealth?" Jiang Mochuan smiled, feeling that Chen Xi didn't need to influence herself because of this little thing. Emotions.

If Chen Xi was really willing to take up the identity of Mrs. Jiang, Tong Mengmeng would not be enough in her eyes, she would be nothing more than a nameless pawn.

There is no need to waste your time to deal with these unnecessary trivial matters.

Reluctantly, Chen Xi nodded and said that he had taken the words Jiang Mochuan had said into his heart.

...

People who always say that time flies slowly, may be ruthless who really haven't noticed the years.

Three days have passed since I went to the capital for a meeting. When he returned to the south, Chen Xi began to close herself up, except that Jiang Mochuan came over at noon to give herself a lunch.

During the rest of the time, Chen Xi never allowed Jiang Mochuan or anyone to come and clean herself.

'boom…'

A crumpled ball of paper was thrown on the ground, the door of the office was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in.

With short, ear-cut hair, the whole person looks very capable.

The woman saw Chen Xi’s irritable look, she knew that Chen Xi must be upset because she couldn’t come up with a design, she smiled, put the coffee in her hand on the desk and said, “It’s because she can’t think of anything. Is it so?"

"Sister Wen, when did you come here?" Chen Xi raised her head strangely when she heard someone talking to herself.

Chen Xi couldn't deny that he was really shocked when he saw that the person standing in front of him was Wenman.

After the meeting from the capital, Wenman said that he planned to stay in the capital, and went to Tiananmen Square to find inspiration for himself, and then suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chen Xi really didn't react.

"If I can't come, you are probably going on a hunger strike, right?" Wenman smiled and said jokingly.

I sent a lot of WeChat messages to Chen Xi for two days in a row. I don't know if Chen Xi didn't see it or because of emotional influence. Anyway, she didn't receive Chen Xi's reply for a day.

I wanted to call Jiang Mochuan to ask if something happened to Chen Xi, only to remember that I didn’t have Jiang Mochuan’s phone at all. I was helpless... Chen Xi felt very good for himself, and Wenman really regarded Chen Xi as The same as my own sister.

Worried that something might happen to Chen Xi, Wenman took the pains to book a return ticket and flew back from the capital.

"Sister Wen, I can't figure out how to draw it now, it's really annoying." The theme of this fashion week is mainly modern costumes. In the past few days, Chen Xi checked a lot of opinions about costumes on the Internet, but found no Find a little inspiration.

If the elements of modern style are required, Chen Xi feels that she will not be so annoyed. However, the theme of the requirements of Fashion Week is limited to a limited range.

"Actually, you can relax yourself a little bit and go for a walk. Maybe you will find any new creative inspiration?" Wen Man understood Chen Xi's feelings, and he also climbed from this position.

"Climbing" is the most appropriate word.

Designing this industry is really tiring, and it is easy to feel a sense of emptiness and fear for no reason.

With the changes of the times, the various costumes and collocations on the street have been researched by people themselves.

The industry of these designers is becoming more and more difficult to mix.

"Okay, don't think about it, let me take you out for a walk?" Wenman yawned tiredly, and felt a little bit unbearable when he saw Chen Xi's appearance of Alexander.

Although Chen Xi was in a bad mood as he ran over as soon as he got off the plane, Wenman was still willing to take Chen Xi out to relax with this sleepiness.

...

"Do you want to give it a try?" Wenman asked when he looked at the roller coaster that was flying back and forth in mid-air in front of him and Chen Xi, turning his head to look at Chen Xi next to him.

When she is stressed, she will choose to take a roller coaster to relieve her pressure, because sitting on a roller coaster, you can yell unscrupulously.

No one thinks you are weird, and nobody thinks you are weird.

This is the only best way to vent.

Chen Xi nodded, went to buy tickets with Wenman, and lined up to ride the roller coaster.

At the moment the roller coaster started, Chen Xi felt that her long hair was falling backward.

Oncoming is a refreshing breeze, feeling all the pressure being left behind.

"Huh... so comfortable." The roller coaster stopped turning, and Chen Xi and Wenman helped each other down the roller coaster.

Looking at the crowds coming and going, Chen Xi suddenly realized that she seemed to have kept herself too close.

I have never thought of coming out to relax, so I always feel as if there is nothing in my mind.

...

Time flies quickly, half a month has passed since Wenman came to find Chen Xi, and the days of Fashion Week are just one week later.

It was 11:30 late at night, and Chen Xi looked at her design repeatedly with a piece of A4 paper in her hand.

I will send it to make the finished product tomorrow, and I don’t know what the effect will be.

Some troubles.