Young Master Mo, you have been tricked

Chapter 15



What's the matter?Is this the man who wants to steal Su Mi from her?

Su Mi pretended to be casual and said: "A small company."

There is contempt inside and out.

She couldn't understand Lin Jiawei well. If she knew that her fiancé was Chuncheng Mo Shao, she would try her best to seduce Mo Hanchen.

Don't even think about it, that's her Su Mi's man.

She had already branded herself on Mo Hanchen with an old iron.

Lin Jiawei didn't quite believe it, and asked her, "A little guy who drives such a good car?"

"Xiao Kai is the only one!" Su Mi was a little impatient, and asked her, "Have you soaked it yet? Don't forget to add a piece of ham!"

After a while, Lin Jiawei said "Oh" slowly.

She thought of the man's way of making appearances these few times. Who in an ordinary family would be so high-profile?

Tan Yuanyuan smelled the aroma and felt hungry again, she pulled the instant noodles out of the snack box, but when she met Su Mi's faint glance, she stuffed the noodles back like a thief.

Lin Jiawei saw it sharp-eyed, and stabbed, "You can eat it if you want, why should you bear it?"

Anyway, if you don't eat this product, you will be so fat.

Why didn't Su Mi realize that Lin Jiawei was so bad before?It doesn't matter that Tan Yuanyuan is not as good as her, and she can't see other women better.

This kind of psychology is really terrible.

It's worse than being angry and laughing at others.

Lin Jiawei put the noodles on the table and asked, "Hey, did you send you an email?"

"Send it. Let's go together in the afternoon." Su Mi said, sitting up and getting ready to eat noodles.

Lin Jiawei thought of Su Mi's strangeness before, and couldn't help asking: "Are you really not planning to go to your company?"

"Didn't you say that you can exercise yourself outside?" Su Mi looked at her and asked, "What? You want me to go back to my company again?"

Lin Jiawei said nonchalantly: "If you really want to work in my company, I will accompany you there, and I will supervise you when the time comes."

There was a sneer in Su Mi's heart, she turned her face away, stirred it, then lowered her head and said, "Let's go to Yitai! I also want to see how the companies outside are doing."

Lin Jiawei was disappointed for a while. The Su family was much better than Yitai, but she also knew that with her ability, she couldn't get into the Su family.

What she was most unconvinced about was that she worked [-] times harder than Su Mi, but her talent was not as good as others. Su Mi had to work hard to surpass her, not to mention that Su Mi also worked very hard.

Why is the world so unfair?Why can't hard work get the result she wants?
In the afternoon, the two went to the interview together.

Lin Jiawei was relieved when she saw that Su Mi was wearing a suit, probably not a famous brand, and there were no extra accessories on her body.

Yitai is only a medium-sized clothing design company, which cannot be compared with Su's, but it has developed very rapidly in recent years.

The company rented an office building in a prime location, which was much taller than those small companies or even clothing factories with small workshops, so it was no wonder that Lin Jiawei took a fancy to this interview opportunity and chose clothes ten days in advance.

Lin Jiawei went in for the interview before Su Mi. As soon as she entered, Su Mi took out the necklace, ring and bracelet from her bag and put them on.

The clothes on her body are a new luxury brand, which is very small, but the luxury route is still very expensive.

Although Lin Jiawei studies fashion design and pays close attention to international fashion trends, her vision is still limited, so it's normal that she can't recognize this dress. What Su Mi wants is that she can't recognize it.

Lin Jiawei smiled when she came out, looked at Su Mi and nodded, cheering her up.

Su Mi walked in calmly, and the interviewers inside all frowned when they saw her outfit.


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