A boss who can’t flirt is not a good designer

After the Golden Week is over, Wang Zijun also packs up his mind and prepares for the midterm exam with peace of mind.The mid-term exam will be at the end of the month. Although the mid-term exam does not have much influence in the university, the results of the mid-term exam will affect the grade point of the scholarship. If you fail the exam, you may become a second-class student. Third class, third class is gone.This kind of thing is heartbreaking for Wang Zijun who is a Pixiu.

After struggling for two whole weeks, and finally finished the exam, Wang Zijun stepped out of the classroom and was thinking about where to go with Mr. Lin, when a familiar figure stood waiting for him at the door of the teaching building.

"Mr. Gu, why are you here!"

Gu Qinghe was standing at the door of the teaching building in a light shirt and a thin overcoat. His face looked haggard and he had lost weight. Compared with before, he was not so energetic.

The weather in November is getting chilly.

Gu Qinghe forced a smile: "Teacher came to the city to do some errands, and I missed you after I finished, so I came to see you, walked with the teacher, and talked."

Zijun was a little worried, and Gu Qinghe's complexion was very bad.

Wang Zijun followed Gu Qinghe's footsteps silently.

The master and the apprentice walked quietly under the camphor tree in autumn.From time to time, leaves fell on the two of them.

"Zijun, I know everything about you and Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin himself admitted it."

Wang Zijun froze, he wasn't ready to come out yet, why did Mr. Lin admit it for him first.

"Mr. Lin is serious about you. I have already confirmed this. What about you, Zijun? What do you think?"

Wang Zijun was silent, he was a little confused.What do you think, what else do you think?

"Wang Zijun, you chose this path yourself, can you stick to it?"

"I..." Wang Zijun opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He wanted to be with Boss Lin, talking sweetly about love every day, and making love occasionally, and then what? ? ?

"Wang Zijun, today the teacher is here to remind you. Have you thought about how to go in the future?"

The autumn wind rolled up fallen leaves and swept past Wang Zijun's feet. Wang Zijun looked up at Mr. Gu and sighed: "Mr. I just want to go with Boss Lin."

Gu Qinghe forced a gentle smile: "Then can you keep up with Mr. Lin's pace? You just want to hang out with Mr. Lin every day like this?"

"I..." Wang Zijun was at a loss for words, he and Lin Boss, that is the difference between cloud and mud.President Lin is willing to lower his head to see him, but he can only look up.

Gu Qinghe patted Wang Zijun on the shoulder: "The most important thing our Zijun lacks is self-motivation. I have confidence in our Zijun."

The next day, Wang Zijun called Mr. Lin.

"Boss Lin, I want to ask you for a favor, it's business-related"

Lin Yi had never heard Wang Zijun speak so seriously.

"I want to join the design team and learn design. Maybe I don't know anything now, and I don't understand anything. I will be an intern and learn from the simplest."

"Zijun, don't you think design is a bit simple? Fashion design is a complete and systematic subject, and it's not something you can learn in just two days."

Wang Zijun gritted his teeth, "I don't want to just mess around like this, Lin Yi, I want to stand at the same height as you one day, and I want you to look at me with appreciation."

"Wang Zijun, I have always looked at you with admiration, I will let you join the design team, but not now, the time is not ripe enough, I will not let your talent be humiliated, you have to believe me. "

Wang Zijun's tears rolled in his eyes, and his voice was choked up: "Okay, I believe you."

"Baby, I believe that your ability will definitely reach the peak, we can't be impatient, let's take it step by step."

Zijun's throat is already hoarse, and he can only spit out monosyllabic words: "OK"

"Baby, don't cry, our days are so long, I will wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Zijun raised his head and looked at the sky, the sky was so blue, it hurt his eyes, and he shed tears.

Lin Yi, Wang Zijun silently read Lin Yi's name in his heart, so familiar but a little far away.I stretched out my hand to grab the cloud, but the autumn wind blew and the cloud was blown away.