Chapter 287: Eighteen Romantic Lavenders

Lei Che suddenly got up and walked towards the studio.

"Lei Che, what are you going to do if you don't convince her?" William caught up and asked.

"All previous designs were suspended."

After Lei Che finished speaking, William said loudly: "Oh my God, are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? You'll be fired like that. Although you are the founder of CC, you are the art director of CC and the chief designer. Those people won't let you do whatever you want! ”

"I know exactly what I'm doing."

Lei Che picked up the pen and drew on the paper, and he was inspired in his mind. William was chattering on the sidelines, but he couldn't hear it, as if there was a barrier around him, cutting him off from everything around him.

William looked down angrily, and when he saw the first draft of his drawing, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

He immediately shut his mouth and turned to go out without saying a word.

"Hey, did the chef find it? No? Not yet? William frantically, "Add money, I don't believe that no one can make a suitable Chinese food for him." ”

"I don't have to find someone to cook."

Lei Che didn't know what came out, and stood behind him and said.

William was taken aback, "Then what do you eat?" ”

"She lives downstairs."

William opened his mouth and said in surprise, "I really can't imagine that you are going to be a man who eats rice. But it's really great. ”

"Don't come here for a while." Lei Che said, pouring himself a glass of water.

William naturally understood, "Don't worry, you only need to get your sweetheart, and your blueprints, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

"You can go."

Lei Che put down the cup and opened the taste, William turned around and left, without a word of nonsense.

Lin Suwen suddenly terminated the contract with Lei Che, and Lei Che couldn't design anything. The ones he paints now are all designed for Lin Suwen. He has been waiting for Lin Suwen to come back, who knew that she actually signed a contract with CC's sworn enemy to go to the main show of this fashion week autumn show.

Midday.

Hua Yao looked at the man who appeared at the door of her house on time speechlessly, and had no intention of letting the other party in.

"I'm not going to agree to this catwalk." As she spoke, she was about to close the door, but the other party reached out to stop her move.

Hua Yao looked at him seriously, Lei Che stared at her with burning eyes, and said affectionately: "Sweetheart, can you be my Venus?" ”

Yo~

Fireworks bloomed in Hua Yao's mind.

She raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth rising with pleasure, "Seriously, Mr. Lei?" ”

He placed the manuscript in his hand in her hand, "You're going to love it, baby." ”

She only glanced at it, then shoved the blueprints back into his hand and reminded him solemnly, "You shouldn't show me these things." ”

"It exists for you, and without you, there would be no it. I'm sure you'll be looking forward to it in my hands more than I do. ”

When such a man wants to flirt with you, you have no power to resist it.

Hua Yao endured the dizziness, regained her senses, and invited happily, "I wonder if Mr. Lei has time to have lunch?" ”

"Of course, honey!"

Lei Che entered the room again.

Lunch is over, and someone starts selling miserably.

"Baby, can I have a seat here in the future?" When a mature and sexy man is coquettish, it really makes people nosebleed.

"Can't!"

Hua Yao felt that she was really a warrior.

Lei Che frowned and said sadly: "We have reached a consensus, why do you still refuse me so cruelly?" ”

Hua Yao hooked the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "I have seven shows behind me, and I won't come back for half a month." ”

Rice, oh, even more!