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Chapter 774 I Don't Like Others Going Through My Stuff

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    Yuan Yuan stared at her coldly, how could she not know the rules of the Gu Clan Group, and even more aware of Gu Sihan's ruthlessness, she was able to get where she is today, all relying on her own hard work and luck to get this assistant position  of.

    She thought that after Lin Xiaoman left, she would be the design director of the head office, but Li Jing suddenly appeared and took the position that should belong to her. How could she not hate it in her heart?

    Yuan Yuan responded reluctantly, "Director Li, don't worry, I will tidy up the desk in a while."

    Li Jing knew that she was convinced at the moment. For a person who wanted to climb up for a long time and was often suppressed, the resentment accumulated in her heart could not be dissipated with just a few words.

    Li Jing glanced at the messy desk with cold eyes, looked at Yuan Yuan coldly, and said unhurriedly: "I don't like others to turn over my desk. This time, I won't pursue it.  I like the small movements of flipping through other people's things, I hate it very much."

    When Yuan Yuan heard this, her face was extremely embarrassed.

    She originally thought that Li Jing was a weak and manipulable person.

    After coming here, it will be like when Lin Xiaoman first entered the company, seeing the mess on the desk, he will clean it up by himself.

    Unexpectedly, this Li Jing was only weak on the outside, but the coldness in his bones made people's heart tremble.

    "I was just looking for something, and I accidentally made it like this, I will clean it up in a while!" She was looking for a USB flash drive for autumn products, and wanted to see how good Li Jing's design is, and she could pass it in one go  Everyone's approval.

    But she couldn't find it, and she heard Li Jing's footsteps.

    She asked for leave, and didn't see her design, and she was always a little bit unwilling in her heart.

    "En!" Li Jing just responded lightly, without looking at Yuan Yuan.

    For Yuan Yuan's personality, she more or less heard something when she was in the staff cafeteria.

    "Boom" There was a knock on the door, and Secretary Ou walked in.

    "Secretary Ou!" Yuan Yuan quickly put on a gentle smile.

    However, Secretary Ou passed Yuan Yuan, looked directly at Li Jing, and said with a smile: "Director Li, go to the president's office. This season's autumn children's clothing spokesperson has come. Mr. Gu asked you to go and have a look, are you satisfied?"

    Upon hearing this, Li Jing frowned slightly, and said with some puzzlement: "Secretary Ou, I'm in charge of women's clothing, not children's clothing. The selection of a spokesperson should have nothing to do with me?"

    Secretary Ou's smiling eyes were crooked, and his facial features were delicate and handsome. With this smile, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a seductive light.

    After a while, he pursed his lips slightly, and put one hand in his trouser pocket. His slender figure was even more majestic, and he still looked at Lan Xin with a smile: "Director Li, we have records of your performance in the branch office.  The children's clothing you designed sells very well in Fan City, Mr. Gu wants children's clothing to become a unique mainstream in Huacheng, let's go there first, and we will talk about the specific things later."

    Li Jing is helpless, why is this matter getting more and more reasonable?

    Li Jing nodded: "Then go there first!"

    "Hmm!" Ou Jingyao smiled, turned and stepped forward.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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