C200 I Want to Hug You from 80 Pounds to 80 Years Old

The person who sent the information to him was not sure whether he really wanted to help him or was deliberately targeting Ke Rou. Because he was Ke Rou's competitor, he wanted to use him to take revenge on her!

The cup of coffee unconsciously drank up. Luo Xue did not think of a reason. Because she did not know the other party's background, Luo Xue decided to take it slow.

The next day, she went to the company early. Everything in the company was the same. Ke Rou looked at her with disdain and rejection. Seeing her tsundere demeanor, it was likely that her plagiarism incident had not been exposed.

Luo Xue was a little absent-minded all day. Fortunately, she did not need to think to come up with the picture.

But the next day, an hour before the final result, something strange happened.

Everyone in New Development Design Institute received the information Luo Xue received the night before, including Yan Shang and Destroy Nun.

Everyone looked at Ke Rou with disdain, and at the same time, they also looked at Luo Xue with strange eyes!

Luo Xue naturally felt that it was strange. If Ru Yi did not come over to ask, she would not know why everyone looked at her like that.

"Ms Xue, how did you know Ke Rou's design was plagiarized?"

"Hmm?" Luo Xue slightly frowned and a bad premonition rushed into her heart.

"Let's see how arrogant Ke Rou is now. At least she can't stay with yangxin anymore!"

Ru Yi said to vent his anger.

Luo Xue did not have a smile on her face at all. Everyone had to learn to leave a way out for themselves. Even if she really told Ke Rou about this matter, she would only tell Ke Rou. She definitely would not force others into a dead end so decisively.

What was hidden behind this?

Without giving Luo Xue any time to think, Ke Rou had already walked in front of Luo Xue with red eyes.

"Clang!"

A large stack of design drafts fell on Luo Xue's desk.

"Luo Xue, remember... If I, Ke Rou, only hate one person in my life, then it will be you. I will not forgive you even if you are a ghost!"

Ke Rou's voice was hoarse and her eyes were like thousands of sharp swords that pierced Luo Xue's heart. Her eyes were filled with hatred that made people unable to look straight at her.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ke Rou did not wait for Luo Xue to say anything before she turned around and left.

"I really did not think that Ke Rou would actually plagiarize using someone else's design!"

"She, Luo Xue, is not simple either. She directly put others to death! No wonder she could be so calm these two days. It turns out that she still has some tricks up her sleeve."

"Sigh, the business world is really like a battlefield. It is just a competition. Is there a need to be so calculative?"

... ""

The people in the office discussed softly. Other than saying that Ke Rou had plagiarized, they also said that Luo Xue was ruthless and merciless.

...

At night, just as Luo Xue laid down, Mu Shucheng called. His voice was still magnetic. Luo Xue heard it and felt inexplicably at ease.

"Lying down?"

Mu Shucheng repeated the questions he asked every day.

"Yes."

"Are you tired of work today?"

"I'm fine."

Mu Shucheng was silent for a while.

"Not happy?"

Luo Xue's heart skipped a beat.

"No."

"No? Then tell me, do you want me to hear it?"

Luo Xue bit her lips and did not answer.

Mu Shucheng frowned slightly. A few days ago, he had called her. Every time he talked about this, she would call him like a little cat with its fur standing on end. She would shout his name in a low voice.

Today, however, there was silence.

"Director Mu, the prince is waiting in the meeting room."

The hotel staff came to report that after staying in the Vatican for so long, they had finally reached the point of signing the contract.

But now, Mu Shucheng did not seem to be in much interest.

Luo Xue heard the staff's words on the phone, so she adjusted her mood and said to Mu Shucheng.

"I'm not unhappy. It's just that I'm a little tired from work. Go ahead and do your work. I need to rest."

There was a time difference between North City and the Vatican. Counting the time, it was only 5 o'clock in the morning.

Mu Shucheng hesitated for a while and said, "Go to sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Xue was about to go to sleep when she received a message from him.

"I want to hug you, from 80 pounds to 80 years old, from young to frivolous, from long flowing water."

Luo Xue looked at it and her small face immediately turned red.

Lightly biting her lips, her heart thumped. This... should be considered a love sentence, right?

After a long time, Luo Xue finally calmed down and unconsciously replied.

"You have long passed the age of being young and frivolous!"

Mu Shucheng looked at Luo Xue's message and the corner of his mouth slightly rose. He then looked at the Vatican Prince and said, "Cancel tomorrow's trip. After signing the contract, I have to hurry back. If there is a chance in the future, I will come over to play."

"What? Is there something urgent over there?"

Mu Shucheng smiled and nodded. The smile in the corner of his eyes went straight into his eyes.

The Vatican Prince was surprised. This was the first time he had seen Mu Shucheng smile so unformally in so many days.

Luo Xue was lying on the bed and saw that Mu Shucheng did not reply to her. She knew that he should be busy, so she put her phone aside and soon fell asleep.

Although she had been tired these days, she was depressed. If it was not for Mu Shucheng's text message, she might not have been able to sleep for a long time. Even Luo Xue did not realize that to her, Mu Shucheng was the healing type.

...

The weather in North City was getting colder and colder. Luo Xue got up early and put on a slightly thicker trench coat. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the pale plum blossom on her neck. She felt a little disappointed and disappointed. Mu Shucheng seemed to have left for almost a century.

She picked up a yellow scarf with a red face. It matched perfectly with her rice trench coat, making it look very delicate.

Deep blue jeans and brown high boots. He looked very experienced and capable.

One had to admit that Luo Xue was also born with a vase. It was just that this vase was not just for decoration. She also had a unique function and was a typical pragmatic person.

The World Expo was in a hurry. The exhibition was being built and three days later would be the day of the exhibition. The entire exhibition site was bustling with noise and excitement.

He was not afraid of ghosts knocking on his door if he did not do anything wrong. Therefore, towards Ke Rou, other than feeling sorry for Luo Xue, Luo Xue was calm about everything else. The only thing that worried her was the information that everyone had received. Why was it sent from her computer?

Presumably, the person who sent the information to her and the person who sent the information to everyone was the same person. Was this considered killing two birds with one stone?

Time was of the essence, and there was no room for her to think too much. Fortunately, she had not returned to the company at the exhibition site, so she did not need to look at those colleagues from New Development Design Institute with disdain.

At noon, the weather suddenly became hot. Luo Xue took off her rice trench coat and revealed a thin white sweater. The sweater was for repairing the body and it could very well outline her curvaceous figure. In addition to the tight jeans and high boots, her figure was not inferior to an international model.

Because she was busy, Luo Xue casually tied up her waist-length long hair. There were some broken hair at the edges of her ears, which made her face look casual and gentle. A large part of the sleeve of the sweater was rolled up, revealing her fair and slender arms.

Her appearance attracted the attention of the surrounding people, and they would glance over from time to time.

Before the World Expo even started, Luo Xue had already gained some fame. It was not because of her unfinished building, but because of her beautiful face and golden proportionate figure.