Disguised as a man, the chief pet of the president

Chapter 55

Luo Xiaofan was already very tired when she got home, because she walked back step by step, this feeling of exhaustion at least made her not think about anything on the way.

She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face fiercely. The cold feeling penetrated her whole body, and she suddenly felt very comfortable at this moment.

Look up at yourself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has a beautiful baby face, the skin is white, even clearer than the remaining water drops on the face, Yin Tao's small lips seem to have a charming pink, she is still very young, only 23 years old, but there is a lingering vicissitudes between the frowning brows.

She tried her best to squeeze a smile to herself, showing some childishness.

Luo Xiaofan, you are really a failure, you can't get the heart of stone you have cultivated, so why come back.

She may not come, this question has been hidden in her heart.

At the beginning, a large company in France wanted her to join and wanted to cultivate her, but she insisted on returning here as a rookie in the workplace.

She has always convinced herself that this is the place where she grew up and has her own roots, but she never dared to reveal the real reason.

She closed her eyes, why did her heart hurt so much, Bai Yansu's words pierced her heart like a knife: "Just because he gave up your child for me."

Her heart seemed to be bleeding drop by drop, and she couldn't stop it. She was riddled with holes, and there was nothing she could do.

She picked up a thin chain from around her neck, on which was tied a white ring, which was their wedding present and the only thing she took away that belonged to him.

She threw the chain into the aquarium next to it, and the chain and the ring sank to the bottom of the water together, startling a group of fishes at the bottom of the water. They flicked their heads and tails in disorder, kicked up the sand at the bottom of the water, and buried them together with the memories of the past... …

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The main product competition in spring is coming soon, Luo Xiaofan suddenly finds that she has lost her design draft, she is not in a good state for a while, and she doesn’t know where to throw it with her disregarded personality, fortunately, the unmodified first draft is still there , it took a whole night to finally arrange everything properly before the competition.

The competition was held in the company's senior auditorium. After preliminary selection, more than 20 people were shortlisted. Because Luo Xiaofan is a member of the angelA group, she did not need to participate in the preliminary selection, so she didn't know what was going on now.

The works were displayed one by one, and the designers all talked about the hype, and the people below also raised sharp questions about the cost and the market.

Luo Xiaofan listened very carefully below, and was quite touched by several samples. For example, another member of group A, May’s "Rose in the Wind", is imitated Queen Elizabeth's crown "Pearl Tears" in the [-]th century. A touching story, the meaning of which is that everyone's love value is comparable to the height of the royal family, which attracted boos from the audience.

As expected of an elite angel, Luo Xiaofan admired him very much.

The one below is a strange face, Luo Xiaofan has never seen it before, it doesn't seem to be an angel, but it is clean, and the plain face makes people feel good.

The woman put her work under the projector, and her work was immediately displayed on the big screen.

The delicate white chain, like a transparent thread, is embedded with two delicate white jade fish bones, and there is an aquamarine in the middle of the white jade, like raindrops or tears, faintly drooping, this is the only one in the whole chain. The color is dazzling but not aggressive. The two fish look at each other from a distance with a touch of blue, and because of the white jade all over their bodies, they look crystal clear. At first glance, it seems that there is a little more inexplicable emotion.

The woman spoke slowly, with a voice as clear as hers: "This is my work, and its name is "Mermaid's Tears." "

(End of this chapter)