She remembers that Bai Ruoyao got this position in her previous life, and plagiarized her design and won the international design award.

For the sake of family love, she didn't expose it.

In this life, let Bai Ruoyao's **** pay for the stolen fruit she brewed!

Bai Jingxuan began to read and collect some information about Ai Shang, a clothing branch of the Li Group.

The popular clothing elements of Ai Shang clothing are popular nowadays...

She asked the servant to prepare a drawing board and paintbrush in the courtyard connected to the bedroom. Sitting in front of the drawing board, I used a fine pen to draw a puff sleeve skirt I just imagined on the paper...

Suppressing his original level, deliberately vilifying, he only dared to paint half of it.

Calculating the time, Li Tinghe should be back soon.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, she heard the steady sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

Li Tinghe came back from the outside and after asking the servant, he came directly to the terrace connected to the bedroom to look for her.

A few steps away, I saw a young girl in a white dress sitting in front of the drawing board. She raised her thin arms, and the white paintbrush between her fingers was splattering on the paper, drawing lines of clothing that leaped on the paper. ...

Her black hair is as long as her waist. The profile of the average person is not pretty, but her profile is breathtakingly beautiful.

With one gesture and one move, they are smooth and natural, and they can be painted like landscapes.

Standing in place, Li Tinghe couldn't help being silly.

He couldn't help but quietly approached behind her, lowered his body halfway, and hugged her delicate and boneless body into his arms.

"Li Tinghe..." Bai Jingxuan's body became stiff, and her lips opened slightly.

"How did you know it was me?" His tone was deliberately soft, and the cold male voice was full of tenderness.

She turned around, raised her stunning little face and looked at him, "According to the weight and interval of the steps, you can hear it."

Li Tinghe's heart warmed when she heard it, and Long Wall used a little force to lift her up. He sat on the chair where she had been sitting, and let her sit on his lap, "Bai Jingxuan, you are getting better and better to me."

In the past, this treatment was simply impossible.

She smiled slightly, "Are you my husband."

He rubbed her waist with his big palms, and his voice was full of charm, "Say it again."

"I'm tired of Shi Wo Lao Gong." She replied as she said.

He raised his eyebrows and heard, what dialect did she speak? "speak Mandarin."

"I'm done." She wasn't always happy to repeat it.

A hint of impatience flashed in his faint eyes, "In front of me, only you dare to sing the opposite."

"Hahaha!" She laughed frantically, breaking her serene image, and said mischievously, "I am afraid that this patent will be kept to death."

Li Tinghe saw that she had become playful and active from being a quiet girl, and a smile flowed from Bing Ruohanshuang's eyes.

His eyes fell on the painting she painted. Although it was only half of the painting, the level was extremely high. "How do you think of painting today?"

She held a pen in one hand and played with her fingers, letting the pen hover and dance three hundred and sixty degrees between the back of her finger and between her fingers, but she didn't fall off, "My husband, I'm thinking about it. Got to find a job."

A hidden boss can also pretend to be pitiful.

"What stupid thing to say." Li Tinghe looked at her in amazement as she was playing with pens one after another, his slender fingers ran across her long hair that was scattered behind her back, "I just want to support you for the rest of my life."