Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Wen Li received a call from Lin Zhuxi while driving home.

"Baby, I don't have enough Graff pink diamonds on hand for one of the necklaces in the design you gave me."

Wen Li: "Are there any other pink diamonds?"

Lin Zhuxi: "Yes, but the quality is not good enough. If I replace it with a diamond of another color, the overall appearance will definitely be greatly reduced."

Wen Li thought Lin Zhuxi was just complaining: "If it's not urgent, just wait a little longer. Let the supplier urge us."

Lin Zhuxi: "It's urgent. Our rival, Jin Bolin, has stockpiled some great jewelry this quarter. I heard that three of the jewelry sets they're launching are meant to match pieces from auction collections."

Wen Li didn't take it seriously: "Are you so confident?"

"Rumor has it they've partnered with the Lu Corporation. They've actually connected with the Lu Corporation. It seems Jinbolin has secured a share of the domestic market. The combination of these two powerful companies shouldn't be underestimated. I'm so stressed out I can't sleep."

Wen Li couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly: "Lu?"

"I have 100% confidence in your design, so I'm not going to shy away from it. I'm going to confront it head-on. If possible, I'd even like to release it before them."

Lin Zhuxi's fighting spirit and drive are getting stronger every year.

"Pink diamonds..." Wen Li thought for a moment, "I know someone who bought a lot of diamond mines not long ago. Maybe they have some in stock."

Lin Zhuxi became excited: "Call, I'll contact you right away."

Wen Li: "Well...I'll contact him."

Lu's cooperation with 'Jin Bolin' makes it a rival to '-LUCY-'. If Lin Zhuxi reveals his identity, how could Lu Xixiao sell to a competitor?

Wen Li originally planned to let Jiang Yingbai handle this matter, and contact S Continent directly through undercover means, and did not intend to use Lu Xixiao's back door.

But when Lin Zhuxi said, "Then hurry up, it doesn't matter if you pay more."

Wen Li had to change his mind.

I looked at the time and it was quite late.

Lu Xixiao might have already fallen asleep.

A Rolls-Royce stopped outside the gate of the Wen family villa.

Wen Yan got out of the car: "Thank you for taking me back. I'm sorry for taking such a long detour."

Wen Yan said to Lu Zicheng who was coming down with a smile.

Lu Zicheng is fully responsible for the cooperation with "Jin Bolin". As one of the important designers this time, Wen Yan follows Lu Zicheng every day and is busy contacting "Jin Bolin" for work.

Wen Yan even participated in the selection of the raw materials for the jewelry.

Everything went smoothly, and gradually, Wen Yan no longer worried too much about the design draft and put a psychological burden on herself.

As the press conference was being prepared in full swing, Wen Yan's heart gradually settled down. As long as the task was completed, she would be close to becoming the chief designer.

If she continues like this, she will always be able to get to Lu Xixiao.

Lu Zicheng asked with concern: "Are you not drunk?"

Wen Yan smiled and shook her head slightly: "You blocked most of the wine. How could I get drunk if you didn't get drunk?"

The two had just finished discussing business with 'Jin Bolin' and had a few drinks at the table, so Lu Zicheng, who had a driver, took her back.

During this period, the two of them had more and more contact because of work.

Their private interactions became more and more frequent, and even their colleagues in the department could see that their relationship was not that simple of a superior-subordinate relationship, and they started teasing them.

"Then, I'll go in first?" Wen Yan said.

Lu Zicheng nodded, but when Wen Yan turned around, he immediately said, "Well, I have something to give you."

Wen Yan turned around and asked curiously, "What is it?"

Lu Zicheng quickly took a box down from the car.

heavy.

Wen Yan opened it and saw a complete set of old Conan comics.

"This version is not available on the market right now. Yours is even signed by the author, so it's very collectible. Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

The first time I gave a girl a gift, it was a complete set of Conan comics. I felt a bit straight and unromantic.

Lu Zicheng was very unsure, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Wen Yan's surprised and happy reaction.

He smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to accept it."

Lu Zicheng handed her a whole set of comics. Seeing that she was having difficulty holding it, he reached out a hand to help her hold it up.

"Is it too heavy? Can I help you carry it in?"

"I can carry him. Don't look at me because I'm skinny. I'm very strong. I even took third place in the shot put at the high school meet."

Looking at Wen Yan, who was not at all spoiled, Lu Zicheng listened to her with a smile.

A black Maybach drove up.

Wen Yan recognized that it was Wen Li's car.

As the car passed by, Wen Yan stepped forward: "Xiao Li."

The black Maybach drove into the gate without slowing down, and Wen Yan, who was wearing high heels and holding a box of comics, almost fell down.

Lu Zicheng caught the person in time.

A box of comic books fell to the ground.

Wen Yan hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

Lu Zicheng stared at the Maybach that drove in.

Then he squatted down to help pick up the books.

"Sorry, it's all dirty."

"The book has been given to you. It's yours. You don't need to apologize to me. Besides, it wasn't you who did it." Lu Zicheng said.

"Who was that person just now?" he asked.

"Wen Li, my sister."

Hearing that it was his sister, Lu Zicheng couldn't help but frown: "She saw you passing by, didn't stop or slow down, and wasn't she afraid of hitting you?"

Wen Yan was silent for a moment and said, "Xiao Li probably didn't see me."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

“…” Wen Yan remained silent.

Lu Zicheng looked at Wen Yan, who was silently picking up books with her head down, and couldn't help asking, "Do you usually... read their expressions at home?"

Wen Yan raised her face: "How could that be? You think too much."

She smiled as if nothing had happened, but her expression showed some confusion as to why Lu Zicheng asked this question.

Seeing Lu Zicheng looking at her without saying anything.

Wen Yan slowly put away the forced smile on her face.

"You know, I'm not the Wen family's biological child. Xiao Li is. It's only natural for her to be resentful towards me."

"This has nothing to do with you." Lu Zicheng told her affirmatively.

"Only a saint can be so magnanimous." Wen Yan said soberly, and tried to comfort him in return.

"Besides, Xiao Li is only eighteen, still a little girl. If it were me, I would also feel emotional, and maybe even bully the 'fake sister' who has enjoyed my life." She wrinkled her nose and acted like a villain.

Lu Zicheng looked at Wen Yan, who was trying to find joy in the midst of hardship but was actually strong inside.

There is heartache in his eyes.

He smiled slightly and said gently: "You won't."

The two looked at each other and smiled without saying anything.

Wen Ming saw Lu Zicheng standing at the door of his house from a distance, watching Wen Yan enter.

He stopped the car and rolled down the window: "Zicheng? Why are you here?"

Wen Ming was quite surprised to see his good friend.

Lu Zicheng stepped forward, bent over and leaned in front of the car window, with an expression that looked like he was asking for a beating and said deliberately: "I'm passing by and looking at you, is that not okay?"

Wen Ming: "Passing by? Seeing me? You'd better tell the truth."

Lu Zicheng: "I went to meet a client with Wen Yan. After the meeting, I sent her back."

Wen Ming looked at the smile in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "You're not... interested in Wen Yan, are you?"

Seeing Lu Zicheng's reaction, Wen Ming frowned slightly.

"What's with that expression on your face? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"should not."

"Then what's your expression?"

Wen Ming looked at Lu Zicheng, who was obviously moved. He opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say: "Forget it, it's your private matter, I can't say much."

Wen Li parked the car in the garage.

After thinking about it, I decided to call Lu Xixiao.