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Chapter 98 You are the first!
He paused for two seconds, then asked her again, "You mean the book with the blue cover and ghost symbols inside?"

What is full of ghosts?
Are ghosts as good-looking as her paintings? !
Lin Xiaoting despised his contemptuous expression very much, but she had to grit her teeth and admit it, "Yes, it's that book."

"I lost it." Leng Yanxiu wrote lightly.

"What?! Lost?!" Lin Xiaoting jumped up like a hedgehog, staring at him with raised eyes, "You lost my manuscript?"

"What's the use of keeping a pile of rubbish?" Leng Yanxiu ate the porridge carefully, and looked at him with playful eyes. Sure enough, he guessed the reaction, and she went crazy!

Not only did they throw away her manuscripts, but they also said that her works were all rubbish!

Lin Xiaoting couldn't bear it any longer. She had accumulated that manuscript for several years, and it was all her painstaking efforts and creativity. He didn't even say hello, and just disposed of it as garbage.

Deceiving too much!

Leng Yanxiu, I want to kill you, believe it or not!

Lin Xiaoting's fist hanging by her side tightened, loosened and tightened again, the inner part of her has already practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Nine Yin White Bone Claws and Dog Hitting Stick Tathagata Palm...

All of them are directed at him again!
She really wanted to kill him, but she endured it abruptly, and she forced herself to calm down, "Where did you throw it?"

As long as he tells her the place, she can definitely find it.

"Trash cans outside."

"Leng Yanxiu, you are too much!!!"

Lin Xiaoting finally couldn't take it anymore, almost yelled at him, and threw her own bowl in front of him and Aunt Yun.

After dropping the bowl, she ran directly to the door of the villa.

Typical mania committed!

This move shocked Aunt Yun, she had never seen anyone dare to throw a bowl to show her husband, Lin Xiaoting, you are the first, you are fierce!

Turning to look at the husband again, Aunt Yun couldn't believe the look in her eyes. Instead of being angry, the husband had a faint smile on his lips.

Is that laughing?
Isn't she old and dim-sighted? ?

Aunt Yun secretly put on reading glasses, oh god, sir is really smiling!
"Sir, Miss Tingting, she..." Aunt Yun was a little worried, the little girl couldn't stop her temper tantrum.

"Don't pay attention to her." Leng Yanxiu had no appetite, barely drank half a bowl of porridge, then left the restaurant and went upstairs to the study.

He sat down in front of the mahogany desk, opened the first drawer on the right, and took out the manuscript with a blue cover, which was exactly the manuscript Lin Xiaoting was looking for.

He has seen it several times, and he has carefully read every sketch of clothing in it.

By sorting out her personal belongings, Leng Yanxiu got to know her more or less, knowing that she is fond of fashion design and has always insisted on her dream.

From the thick dozens of manuscripts, we can see her hard work and persistence, messy sketches, immature strokes, in the eyes of ordinary designers, they may really feel that this is just a pile of garbage.

However, in Leng Yanxiu's eyes, he found a different Lin Xiaoting. She was not a professional, but she was full of talent in design. Her ideas were very bold, almost unconstrained.

It can be said that if she can meet a good Bole, then she will definitely become a thousand-mile horse like no other.

Leng Yanxiu picked up the manuscript, went to the window, and looked at the slender figure in the garden of the villa from a distance.

Lin Xiaoting was still busy in front of the trash can. She finished digging through the third trash can and started to search for the fourth.

She overturned the trash can on the ground, dumped out all the garbage inside, and then bent down on the ground and searched hard.

She was……

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(End of this chapter)