My Wife Poke Me

In the conference room.

Chen Chuan said that SL Group had requested to draw some design drawings with a retro and nostalgia theme.

Jiang Xuelai and Xu Mingyuan seemed to have no inspiration, and they didn't draw a few pictures all day long.

On the contrary, Wen Zhu designed several.

Chen Chuan walked over and looked at the design drawings. Even though he was an outsider, he felt amazing.

"Wen Zhu, the painting is good."

Wen Zhu was very modest: "This is my responsibility."

No matter how much Jiang Xuelai hates Wen Zhu, she has to admit that Wen Zhu's paintings are indeed quite unique and novel.

Xu Mingyuan was originally biased against Wen Zhu, but after seeing Wen Zhu's design drawings, he felt ashamed.

He joked: "Looks like I'm going to take advantage of Miss Wen tomorrow."

Wen Zhu smiled and said, "We are all a team, there is no one who is taking credit or not."

These words made Xu Mingyuan completely change his view of Wen Zhu. He should not look down on Wen Zhu because of her low education.

Jiang Xuelai looked at a group of people surrounding Wen Zhu, with unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

Why? She is just a graduate from a third-rate university, how could she possibly design such an excellent work.

It must have been borrowed from some master.

Yes, that must be the case.

Chen Chuan called people to drive out the design works overnight, and then asked everyone to go back and rest.

Wen Zhu used a lot of brain cells today, was very hungry, and suddenly wanted to eat a midnight snack.

She went back and put the notebook in the room and went out.

As soon as Wen Zhu left the hotel door, he met Xiang Jichen who was on the phone.

Xiang Ji Chen's eyes also glanced over, obviously seeing her.

Wen Zhu took the initiative to say hello, "President."

The man put one hand in his pocket, looked at her and said, "Wait a moment."

Wen Zhu was stunned for a moment. Was this meant for her?

When he was distracted, Xiang Jichen had already hung up the phone. He walked towards Wen Zhu, lowered his eyes and said, "Let's go."

"...Where to go?"

Turning to Ji Chen, he said in a low voice: "I'm not talking about going to eat!"

Wen Zhu was a little confused, how did he know that she was going to eat?

Although she was confused, she still followed the man's footsteps.

Xiang Jichen took her to a ground pot chicken restaurant.

Ground pot chicken is one of Yancheng’s gourmet specialties.

As soon as they sat down, a waiter came over with a menu, "What do you want to eat?"

Xiang Jichen flipped through the menu with his slender hands. There were so many that he was dazzled by the menu. In the end, he was too lazy to look at it anymore. He said, "Take a portion of all the delicious food you have here."

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, which made the waiter look at him twice.

The waiter came to his senses and said quickly: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Xiang Jichen put one hand on the table and found Wen Zhu looking at her, as if wondering why he brought her here to eat.

He said: "You are the hero of this time."

The implication is that I should bring you here for dinner.

Wen Zhu discovered that men seemed to always talk like this, cherishing words like gold.

The two of them just ate quietly without speaking in a tacit understanding.

However, Xiang Jichen only took a few bites and stopped eating.

Wen Zhu didn't eat much, and it was hard to digest after eating too much at night.

Halfway through, Wen Zhu excused himself to go to the bathroom.

In fact, she didn't go to the bathroom, but went to check out.

If you really think about it, Xiang Jichen owed her two favors, so it was her turn to pay for this meal.

After paying the bill, she wanted to go back, but she saw an old friend.

The woman wore a red dress with big waves draped over her shoulders. She behaved elegantly and talked and laughed with her friends.