Bringing a Son to Marry a Giant

"Master Jin, it's so good Yaxing, I heard that you are picking up the Spring Palace recently."

"!!!" With the end of Jing Zhixuan's words, Su Mu's chaotic eyes contracted sharply, her body tremor stepped back, and the heat of her heart quickly cooled.

At this moment, Su Mu didn't think of Jing Zhixuan's contempt for his speech, but his son Xiaoying. For the first time, he sent a hedgehog-like question to Jing Zhixuan: "You, you investigate me!"

"Why," Jing Zhixuan smiled and didn't explain, squinting at the good-looking Danfeng eyes, he walked up to the CEO's table: "Angry?"

"..." Angry?

Su Mu bit her lip and looked at Jing Zhixuan, who was sitting on a leather chair.

If there is no Su Ying, he should be happy, because at least it can prove that Jing Zhixuan cares about him a lot, and he and Jing Zhixuan still have the opportunity to embrace affection, don't they?

Looking at Su Mu's staring eyes, Jing Zhixuan wanted to immediately press his fierce mood a little more intensely. He stubbornly held his cigarette in his mouth and pulled his tie vigorously.

"Come here," Jing Zhixuan spit out a ring of smoke, pointed to a vacant lot on the sofa against the wall on the right side of the office with his chin: "Look at how big the frame is, a few are more appropriate."

When Su Mu heard Jing Zhixuan's entry into the theme, her heart strings were slightly relaxed. It seemed that he didn't know the existence of Xiaoying?

Suddenly remembered that I seemed to have seen the two men in suits in Jin Pin Ge yesterday, or maybe it was a coincidence.

Su Mu followed Jing Zhixuan's gaze and shifted her eyes to the open space, holding her small heart and walking three steps forward.

In fact, empty space is not considered, because the entire office, including the ceiling, is covered with wall cloth. The wall cloth is a simple brown-gray with stripes, and the stripes are dark blue.

Although Su Mu rarely went out to talk about orders, after all, she has been in the business for three and a half years, and she has a professional background in Chinese painting, which is enough to handle this.

He quickly glanced at the few pieces of furniture in the office, all of which were solid wood and heavy-colored furniture. He frowned for a moment, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"The president's office represents the company's external image. It is the so-called good scenery, good water, and good words and good paintings." Su Mu loosened her clenched palm, first came to the official voice, and then raised her hand to measure against the sofa's background wall. : "And the office is a place that has been engaged in mental work for a long time. Landscape painting can also relax the body and mind, so it is more suitable to hang landscape paintings here. You can hang triple pictures about three meters long and about seven meters long, or 10: 7 with the sofa. A single large background image. "

"Well, that's right," Jing Zhixuan held a cigarette, his eyes were always on Su Mu's cheek: "Continue."

Su Mu: "..."

Su Mu took a timid look at Jing Zhixuan, quickly moved away from her eyes, and quietly climbed up a layer of blush. Somehow, Jing Zhixuan who sat down felt even more imposing: "Of course, if You don't like landscape paintings. Paintings such as "Eight Horses", "Dapeng Spread Wings", and "Flower Blossoms" also match the decoration style here, and all have pretty good meanings, or the tiger pictures are also good. In harmony with your genus. "

Jing Zhixuan's thin lips are delicately chosen, and Su Mu, who is `` serious and serious, '' is a little strange.

After speaking, Su Mu quickly bit her lower lip, and regretted it: "However, I think that you should prefer simple atmosphere in your character, like calligraphy. We have a well-known calligraphy gentleman in our shop. If you like……"

"dislike!"

Speaking, Jing Zhixuan suddenly got up, while smoking, striding in the opposite direction of the sofa: "Just as you said, ask for a big tiger picture, come with me and help me see how the living room should come. "

Su Mu was startled, and then saw Jing Zhixuan walk to the side of Jin Sinan's wooden screen, and then turned back to him: "Follow me."

"... Okay, okay." Su Mu softly followed her legs.

Behind the eight screens, a one-meter-high, four- or five-meter-wide staircase carved by sandalwood stood in front of him. Jing Zhixuan stopped at the entrance of the stairs and spit out a smoke ring.

Su Mu saw Jing Zhixuan pause, her feet trembled slightly, and after walking slowly, she stepped up the stairs first at the instruction of Jing Zhixuan.

After Su Mu got to the third level, when he heard Jing Zhixuan's footsteps sound, she panicked instantly and her heartbeat was chaotic.

Staring at Jing Zhixuan below, Su Mu, who flew past Jing Zhixuan, felt that she must have been very twisted.

He struck one of them up and down, feeling a bit of a bang again.

Shouldn't she be visiting this time? !!

Cover your face! !! !!

It's no wonder that Zhixuan was disgusted by Foreground, he was about to despise himself.

Fortunately, there were only a few decorative stairs, and soon he went upstairs and entered the living room. Su Mu quickly pointed at the background wall of the living room sofa, pretending to be calm and calm: "General manager, are you here?"

"Mr. Jing" who was behind Su Mu almost crushed the cigarette butt, his eyes narrowed for a long time, and the bottom was not deep. The voice came from the deep throat: "Huh."

Unaware of the danger, Su Mu moved her steps slightly and looked around the living room style.

The color of the hardcover here is similar to that of the office. The whole house is gray and brown with striped wall coverings. It is simple and modern, with a sense of abstinence in calmness.

But the tall floor-to-ceiling windows make the light here much brighter than in the office. The home is also light brown in wood, exuding some warmth under the bright sun.

Jing Zhixuan's residence was more personal than he thought.

I just do n’t know who else is here except him, or ...

Su Mu bit her upper and lower teeth and raised her chin and said, "You can make a triptych here. Your home is suitable for bright and light paintings. It can make you feel comfortable. The landscape paintings are quiet and the flowers are warm and luxurious. But here is you. Your preference is still your priority. "

"Well, just three pictures, lotus." Jing Zhixuan gritted his teeth and tossed the cigarette **** on the wooden floor, twisted with the tip of his leather shoe, "Go, go to the last room to see."

Su Mu, who loves to draw lotus goldfish pictures, warmed subtlely.

He looked at Jing Zhixuan's wide back and walked away, pursed his lips, followed by a small broken step.

Finally, I followed Jing Zhixuan to the bedroom door.

Su Mu first saw the neat big bed of linen ash through the door frame, could not help shrinking her neck, and her steps into the bedroom were a bit slow.

Jing Zhixuan tore his neck off the neck and threw it onto the bed, and the tie threw a beautiful arc in the air.

At the moment when he fell to the middle of the big grey bed, Su Mu just stepped in the right foot of the door and slammed on the bamboo and wooden door.

"Cough, King, King Jing," Su Mu stood up awkwardly with her hands still on the door, and did not mean to enter the bedroom: "The bedroom is more suitable for warm-colored painting, especially the bedside ..."

"Who told you that it was the bedside!" Jing Zhixuan turned back, unbuttoning his shirt's neckline, and grinning at the corner of his mouth: "Huh?"

Su Mu's throat was hot, and she lowered her head with a hoarse voice: "Then Jing, Jing always refers to ..."

"I said ..." Suddenly, Jing Zhixuan grabbed Su Mu's waistline and turned around. Su Mu was pressed by the tall and strong Jing Zhixuan on the wall on the right side of the big bed, ironed with dark wall cloth. Lying on his back with a distorted posture: "Here it is."

Su Mu took a pain: "General Manager, you ... ah ..."

Jing Zhixuan clamped Su Mu with his two hands and fixed it on his head. He moved slowly across Su Mu's back with a soft t-shirt and felt the warm body temperature under the cloth. His mouth gently bited Su Mu's sensitive On the back of the neck, the voice was joking: "What kind of painting do you think is suitable for hanging here?"

"Ah!" Su Mu sighed, her eyelashes were quickly wet with tears, and she unconsciously issued a string of Su sounds: "Well ... General Jing, here, the bedroom's decorative painting says Feng Shui, I, I haven't seen Clear this position, please, please ... ah ... "

Su Mu's words were not finished, and the whole person turned a half circle in Jing Zhixuan's arms, and then Jing Zhixuan held her waist and raised her height, facing the wall face to face.

Everything happened too quickly. Su Mu was suspended in the air, her legs caught Jing Zhixuan's narrow waist in panic.

Tight.

The author has something to say:

Su Mu: Bully me again. QAQ

Jing BOSS: We must bully this time.