Novel & Cerita Jian Hua

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

A man wearing blue suit laid a red carpet on the Gishi traditional restaurant's hallway. The one wearing a red suit prepared flower confetti while the other man with yellow suit shouted : "Master Junhui, it is all ready!" The sky became brighter as soon as a handsome man, named Wen Junhui, walked in. He has charismatic eyes as sharp as eagle's, pointed nose, heart -shape lips and sexy skinny well built. "Congratulations! Yippie!" The red suit guy, who has small eyes, pale skin and cute face, rejoiced while throwing the confetti up air. His name is Hoshi.

Shen Rou would only be rude to her, and this woman would use her brain. Shen Zhiwei smiled and said, "I don't care. I just want to see if Miss Hu is willing to give up her reputation. Oh, that's right. I'm afraid Miss Hu has long forgotten how to write the word 'name'." Hu Jingshan's expression immediately changed. She became more vicious and her brows furrowed together. She stared at Shen Zhiwei for a long while before putting on an air of quality.

As per usual, I have had another successful day at work. I just wish my personal life was just as successful. "Jake! Did you really just land the Champa account?!" Lin asked as she walked into my small office. I smiled as I watched her run over to me and I stood up to hug her. "I did and I am not sure how I was able to do it but I did." I responded with a hint of shyness. Lin is the loudest of our marketing group and she is also the one who coordinates all of our work functions.

Hesitating for a moment, she answered. "Hello?" she said, her voice was cautious. "Miss Olivia," came the deep, unmistakable voice on the other end. "It’s Victor Husley." Her grip tightens. "What do you want?" she demanded, a hint of irritation in her voice. "I wanted to ensure you gave my offer proper consideration," Victor replied smoothly. "I believe it is in your best interest." "My best interest?" she said. "What kind of man give proposal to a woman like that and thinks he’s doing her a favor?"