Chapter 89: Did I Abuse You?
"Grandpa, you can't eat that much, there's no need to have the chef make all of this" 。"Fu Shaoqing said, his chopsticks picked up another piece of lotus root, and put it in his mouth to eat," 。Grand...On the last night of the week that Xu Xiaoxiao requested to finish reviewing all the materials, Lin Jinyan still had a large stack of materials unread.
Even the strongest coffee couldn't make her eyelids open. Days of sleep deprivation had allowed Lin Jin Dye to fall asleep anywhere, anytime, just by closing his eyes.
She was so tired, she couldn't hold on any longer. She leaned against the coffee table for a short nap, wanting to recharge her energy.
I fell asleep without realizing it.
When Fu Mo'han returned to the bedroom late at night, dragging his weary body, he saw the little woman sitting cross-legged on the floor, her arms pillowed as she slept soundly.
He walked over slowly, looking down at the little woman. It seemed that she had been very busy this period of time, he often saw her bringing documents back to work.
Will an intern be very busy
Fu Mo Han bent down, his long fingers picking up the data from Lin Jin Ran's hand. His dark eyes scanned through it at a glance.
This design from over a decade ago is outdated now.
All this effort hasn't been focused enough, it's a fruitless endeavor that just makes you busy for nothing in the end.
Fu Mochen's face showed disdain. Thinking of the little woman's information, a top student from H University, very sensitive to fashion design.
His/Her works have won numerous awards in various fashion design competitions at school, and he/she has also led his/her team to win the first prize.
He remembered these things clearly, but this high-achieving student didn't believe she was unaware of this information that lacked any constructive value.
Fu Mo'han originally wanted to throw the documents in his hand back, but the woman lying on the table moved. She then raised her head slightly, with unawake eyes closed, a fair small hand fumbling around on the table in a daze.
"Where is my information"
Without touching any data, Lin Jinran strained his eyes open and could only see two straight black pillars in front of him. He raised his head along the pillars and looked upwards.
In a moment, she saw a familiar yet icy face. Her sleepy brain jolted awake.
Fu Mo Han is back
"You're back," Lin Jinyan said, then saw the information she wanted to see in Fu Mochen's hand.
"Give me that data, I haven't finished reading it yet."
Fu Mo Han frowned, his sword eyebrows knit together, and said coldly, "If you're tired, go to sleep."
Lin Jinran shook her head, “No, I have to finish it tomorrow.”
"This useless information is of no help to your current work." Fu Mo's tone was still cold.
Lin Jinran knew that these data were basically useless.
Fashion design needs to keep up with the times, it's obvious that these trends are already outdated. Whether they will be popular again is unknown. As for the current competition, it's not very useful.
But she believed that if she didn't finish it, Xu Xiaoxiao might ask her something if she hadn't read it, and she probably wouldn't let her off easy.
"I'll go to sleep after I finish this." She swayed slightly, pushing herself through.
Fu Mo'han lowered his gaze, gazing at the stubborn little woman with heavy dark circles under her eyes. His sword brows were furrowed, especially when he thought about what Zhang Sao had said to him.
"Young Master, even if you are youthful and energetic, don't go too far. You should hold back a little and endure it. You are still young, there is no need to rush this half hour. Don't wear down your wife's body."
Thinking of this, Fu Mo's cold and stern face sank, "Lin Jinran, you look like this on purpose to make others think I'm abusing you"
Lin Jin's sleep-deprived brain was a little muddled.
What's wrong with him againil, letting Ji YunTing know that she was doing well and not to worry. She would tell him her address in a while.After sending the email, Lin Jinran ignored her and continued working. Far away in Nanj...