The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

The densely packed ambiguous marks on that cold, white, and clear skin made people blush and their heart beat faster.

Qi Bo saw it, bent down slightly and stepped back.

Tong Yu was chewing on the second chicken leg, and she didn't forget to curse while eating: "What a scumbag, pervert, you only know how to exploit me, you gave me money and then you slept with me."

Qi Yue: “…”

Qi Bo's face turned serious and he looked at him with a reproachful look.

Really, sir, how can you bully people like this, did you give me money? ? ? ?

Qi Yue's face darkened. He walked behind the man and said quietly, "What should I do if I don't have money?"

Tong Yu didn't notice at all and rolled her eyes, "Poor bastard, why would you marry a wife if you don't have money, you..."

The sound stopped abruptly and the room was dead silent.

Qi Yue curved his lips and tapped her forehead lightly: "Hmm? What should I do if I have no money?"

Tong Yu had difficulty breathing. It was okay to have no money, but if you showed off because of your money, you deserved to die.

"jingle."

The crisp sound of keys colliding rang in her ears, and Tong Yu saw a bunch of keys when she raised her eyes.

There was a charming smile in Qi Yue's eyes, which seemed so beautiful and unreal under the reflection of the light.

"Well - I have no money, so I can only use a studio as collateral."

Tong Yu's eyes lit up, she stopped eating and reached out to grab the key.

"Studio! Where is it?"

Qi Yue dodged sideways and raised his arms high to prevent Tong Yu from grabbing it.

His cold eyebrows raised: "Who said it was for you?"

Tong Yu was stunned and uttered a few words: "You want to get it for free?"

Qi Yue: “…”

Qi Bo's condemning look came again, and this time it was stronger.

In the end, the elderly team and Tongyu played two against one, and the Tongyu-elderly team won!

Tong Yu happily took the key and went to the studio. Qi Yue was behind her, and his tone was cold and hard: "Back then, the engineer insisted on installing a studio."

What this means is that this studio has been around for many years and is not built specifically for you.

Tong Yu nodded nonchalantly: "Yeah, yeah, what are you mumbling about? I didn't say this studio was built for me."

Qi Yue turned and left expressionlessly.

Tong Yu looked left and right and frowned.

How come the studio is just coincidentally opposite Qi Yue's study, so you can bump into him as soon as you go out.

In the Song family, she had everything she should have, but she could never get what she shouldn't have.

For example, freedom.

Although she had a luxurious studio, she felt depressed.

Because when she was young, Qin Ya was very dissatisfied. She thought that she could do it too, as her young adopted daughter could easily draw something that shocked the entire Internet.

So, she, who knew nothing about anything, set up an easel next to Tongyu, and like a ghost, she supervised Tongyu to paint faster while copying like a thief.

This put a lot of mental pressure on the little Tongyu at that time. She couldn't draw at all when there were people around... and she didn't want anyone to copy her designs.

There is an unknown secret door in the Song family's studio. Whenever Tong Yu shows rebellious mentality, Qin Ya and Song Rong will lock her up in and make her reflect on herself.

Tongyu is afraid of the dark and any enclosed space.

Sometimes, she was afraid to touch the pen.

But I have to, because I am afraid that I will forget him.

The white three-dimensional door was pushed open, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows instantly broaden the view. Outside the windows are the swaying green plants in the manor, and the tranquil lake is the best embellishment.

Tong Yu's tense nerves relaxed and she let out a long breath.

The items are quite complete, and there is also an area reserved for her to display her paintings.

Tong Yu tilted her head and smiled. Of course, she had many paintings, not only jewelry designs, but also clothing and famous paintings. These were her confidence.

But the Song family had never seen these things before.

What Song Qingzi took from her room were, well, just some scraps.

Of course, she also deliberately wanted her to take it.

The phone was connected and a woman's voice came: "Boss, are you back from your honeymoon?"

Tong Yu nodded without changing her expression: "Yes, I'm back."

An Yun didn't expect that her boss would get married so quickly, and suddenly with her fiancé.

But that person is quite mysterious and no one knows who he is.

Tong Yu said: "Song Qingzi is going to hold a press conference. You should prepare and hold a press conference at Muye Group as Muzi. Remember, the invitation letters must be sent out at the press conference."

Muye is a jewelry company that has risen in recent years. Although it is still young, its boss Muzi is a design genius, and the jewelry it launches is deeply loved by the wealthy and major jewelry collectors.

The company has been developing at an alarming pace, not only gaining a good reputation in the domestic market, but also gradually making its mark on the international stage.

As the special assistant of the boss of Muye Group, An Yun was surprised: "Holding the press conference after the Song family and sending the invitations secretly, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Song Qingzi's event has been planned for a long time."

Although Mu Ye has a great influence in China, it has only been in business for five years and its foundation is not stable. How can it be compared with the Song family, which has been in business for more than 20 years?

Tong Yu smiled faintly: "You have to believe in your boss's appeal. You have to catch them off guard. The press conference will be..."

After thinking for a while, he said: "Let's use the 'Moon-grabbing' jewelry set as the theme."

An Yun was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and said, "Great."

"Lan Yue" is a set of jewelry designed by Tong Yu. It took half a year just to promote it, and it has captured the hearts of people in the industry.

The sudden announcement now caught the Song family off guard.

An Yun remembered that this set of themed jewelry was designed to please ladies over the age of 25.

Song Qingzi's press conference also revealed that the jewelry this time is more suitable for people over 25 years old.

In comparison, the two were at loggerheads, and the whole network was in open dispute.

Tong Yu casually held her rosy nails towards the sunlight, with a faint smile on her lips.

The summer is hot and the sun is shining brightly.

A joke is still circulating in the circle: "Within three years, Muzi, this ambitious woman, will swallow up the Song family."

This summer belongs to Mu Zi, the top jewelry designer in Country Z.

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night

Tong Yu spent the entire afternoon in the studio, refusing to eat or drink.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Qi Yue returned to the manor.

The hall was quiet. The huge space gave off a feeling of being gorgeous yet extremely lonely.

Suddenly, a figure stood up from the sofa.

Qi Bo floated past Qi Yue gloomily, lowering his head and speaking like a ghost: "Madam has been in the studio all afternoon and hasn't come out."

Qi Yue: “…”

He pinched his brows with his long fingers, feeling somewhat helpless towards the old naughty boy.

Qi Bo has taken care of Qi Yue since he was a child. In a sense, Qi Bo is more important than Qi Yue's so-called father.

The sketch paper was thrown on the ground, and Tongyu's hands were rubbed red, but she still kept holding the pen.

Her eyes were frighteningly calm and composed at this moment, and there seemed to be a determination bursting out of them.

She threw one piece of sketch paper after another on the ground. From a distance, she seemed to be swallowed by the sketch papers.

Finally, the hands of the watch stopped somewhere, and the person beside the easel finally stopped.

I don't know how long the tall figure stared at me before he slowly spoke, his voice as sweet and melodious as a clear spring.

"Are you going to cheat on me?"

Whether on the drawing board or on the sketch paper on the ground, all of them were portraits of a boy's face.