Transmigrating Into The Villain Sickly Childhood Friend (MTL)

Chapter 72

In the evening, the elevators of the Central Office Building were crowded with urban men and women who were well-dressed but described as tired.

Qiao Wen was wearing a white shirt and his neckline was slightly loosened. He looked like he was idle after a day of work. He looks the same as the office workers around him, just because he has an unforgettable face, it will inevitably attract some uncontrollable eyes.

Since Mengzhen Clothing Office moved to this office building, he will encounter some eyes like this every day when he goes up and down the elevator. Of course, there are also people who come up directly to strike up a conversation-it is also an annoyance for men to look too good.

For example, now, when he just walked out of the door of the building, a modern girl came over and greeted enthusiastically: “Hi, you are Manager Joe of Mengzhen Clothing, right?”

Qiao Wen looked up at the person who came. She was a pretty young girl in a black and white Chanel suit with a Chanel sheepskin bag in her hand.

He has always been gentlemanly to girls and nodded with a smile: “Yes, you are?”

The woman took out a card and handed it to him, smiled and introduced herself openly: “My name is Zhou Jiayin, you can call me Alice, I studied fashion design in the United States before, and just opened a women’s clothing brand studio in Hong Kong. , It’s in this office building. I saw your interview in the newspaper before and I appreciate your idea of brand development. I hope I can have the opportunity to cooperate and exchange in the future.”

Qiao Wen looked down at the business card in his hand-JY clothing studio, Zhou Jiayin (Alice).

In this era, she can study fashion design abroad and own her own brand when she comes back. What’s more, her outfit is worth a year or two of ordinary people’s expenses. Only the wealthy daughter can be so proud.

He smiled and nodded: “It turned out to be a colleague, but compared to Ms. Zhou, who has a background in design, my company manager can only be regarded as a layman.”

Zhou Jiayin has a very hearty American style. She smiled and showed two neat rows of white teeth, and said: “Mr. Joe is too polite, your brand is so good, I want to learn from you.” Asked, “Does Mr. Joe have time? It’s just time for dinner, or else go have a meal together and talk slowly.”

Qiao Wen was about to use any excuse to reject the young and beautiful modern girl when Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of a fast-moving motorcycle approaching here.

Chen Jianan slammed the brakes and stopped the motorcycle on the road teeth beside the two of them. He reached out his hand to take off his helmet and waved his hand loudly: “Xiao Qiao, I’m here to pick you up.”

Qiao Wen nodded at him, put away the business card in his hand, took out his own card, handed it to Zhou Jiayin, and smiled: “I’m sorry, Miss Zhou, my friend will pick me up, and I will talk again next time.”

Zhou Jiayin was not disappointed, she nodded with a smile, and said, “Mr. Qiao will see you later.”

Qiao Wen politely waved goodbye to her, walked to Chen Canan, took the helmet he handed over, put on the helmet, and asked curiously: “Brother Nan, why are you here?”

Through the helmet, Chen Jianan saw the modern girl who had just talked to Qiao Wen, stepped on a pair of high heels, bent over and got into the red beetle in front, and walked away unhurriedly.

The alarm bell suddenly rang in my heart, and while starting the car, he asked: “Who is the woman you told you about?”

Qiao Wen said: “The boss of a clothing company in an office building.”