Seeing that nothing happened, everyone comforted Xia Mu and said a few words, then went to work. Xinxin, who was on the other hand, quietly leaned over, "Xia Mu, is it true that someone spent 50 million to take a necklace?"

Xinxin is an intern who just joined the company and knows the history of jewelry, but she still has no way of understanding such real-time events.

This incident was quite sensational at the time. Most of the qualified companies in the company knew that although missyou reformed the cutting method in terms of craftsmanship, its value was limited to collectibles, which was far less than a sky-high price of less than 50 million.

This kind of thing is fatal to people like Shamu who are born to love jewelry design, and is also a belief she admires, and it is not very attractive to those who only collect expensive jewelry.

At that time, almost everyone felt that the person who took missyou was crazy, and even Xia Mu was shocked, because even with the level of admiration of her, she would not be able to spend so much money on a necklace.

Xia Mu diverted a little, "It's true."

"Do you know who it is? Are you a compatriot in our motherland?" Xinxin was a little excited.

"It shouldn't be that the auction was in France at that time. Six years ago, the domestic jewelry design was just beginning, and missyou sold with emotion. If it weren't for people who had a passion for jewelry, it wouldn't be possible to buy it at a high price."

Xinxin nodded, but she wouldn't spend so much money on her feelings if she was beaten to death. "This kind of thing will definitely not be hidden from others. Unfortunately, I don't have friends in this circle, otherwise the gossip will be connected."

When Xia Mu heard this, he suddenly thought of Song Fuxing. The circle was indeed the same, especially in the upper class. There were only a few people who didn’t know each other and most of them were familiar with each other.

Since Song Fuxing is Mobia's behind the scenes, no one in the upper class should not know him.

If... using his name, would you be able to go up?

Xia Mu hesitated for a long time when he looked at the documents in his hand, and could only treat him as a living person. Now she only has the opportunity to explain when she meets the person in charge of the president.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" the front desk asked politely.

"I didn't make an appointment. My surname is Xia, my name is Xia Mu, and it is Song Fuxing... Mr. Song asked me to come and deliver the documents." When Xia Mu said these three words, his voice was a little lowered in guilt, and he could not speak in his mouth.

The receptionist seemed surprised to hear the name and looked at her a few times.

"Please wait a moment." The two of them exchanged eyes and immediately called Yu Tejiao.

When Xia Mu heard his name coming from the receptionist, he felt guilty and sweating coldly. The other side of the phone seemed to have asked a few questions carefully before hanging up the phone.

The receptionist hung up the phone and smiled at her, "Miss Xia, you can go up."

“…can you go up?”

"Yes, please go up here. The President's Office is on the 82nd floor. Assistant Yu is already waiting for you on the top. He will take you to the President's Office."

President's Office!

Is Song Fuxing's name so useful? Just come in without making an appointment?!

It's over. If Song Fuxing knew about this, she, a not-so-familiar high school classmate, might have completely blacklisted him. Not only was she full of scheming and wanted to invite him to "drink tea", she also used his name to deceive him!

Xia Mu was confused with his resume. Now that he mentioned that he was pretending to be a fake, would he be rectified on the spot?

The receptionist took her to the elevator and pressed her fingerprint. The elevator was not busy running up and down, but it arrived in a while. It was obvious that it was a direct elevator run by the president.

The mirror elevator door reflected her gray face. She stepped into the elevator in the sight of the receptionist. As soon as the door was closed, she hurriedly pressed the elevator button on the nearest floor.

However, none of the elevator floor keys light up. Obviously, all buttons can only be operated with fingerprints, and only if they have fingerprints can they be operated.

Why did the elevator be like this?

Xia Muhuo was so anxious that the elevator was rising speed that didn't wait for her, and it went straight up, 78, 79, 80, 81...

Her mind became more and more confused, and the prompt sound of the elevator arrived was "ding" and a crisp sound.

Her mind was so desperate that it was blank.

Outside the elevator is a space with three basic tones: black, white and gray. The high-end black marble is paved with, making it look particularly solemn.

A man in a suit and tie standing outside the elevator should be Yu Tejiao.

"Hello, Miss Xia, the president has some things to deal with, so I'll take you to the office first."

Xia Mu smiled stiffly and walked out to the elevator to catch up very mechanically.

Yu Tezhu walked in front, his shoes stomped on the ground and made almost no sound.

However, her stiletto heels were "dadada". No matter how light it was, she could not make any noise, making her more and more nervous.

If you really enter the office, then this lies cannot be explained at all!

She quickly stepped forward, "Can I go to the bathroom first?"

When Yu Yecheng heard this, he couldn't help taking her with him, so he reached out and pointed to the direction, "Yes, you can see it after walking straight here for about five minutes."

"Okay, thank you." Xia Mu hurriedly walked forward, his feet getting faster and faster. After passing the corner, he hurriedly went to find the stairwell. At this time, let alone the eighty-second floor, even the eighty-twentieth floor, she had to find a way to go down!

But she far overestimated her familiarity with the terrain here. The eighty-second floor is said to be the first floor, but in fact it is the third floor, collectively known as the eighty-second floor. All the people in the president's office work here. The black, white and gray colors also continue the simple and luxurious style, and there are almost no particularly obvious staircase signs.

So she couldn't find the location of the stairwell at all!

The door in the distance suddenly opened. Before Xia Mu could hide, he saw Song Fuxing coming out inside. His light-colored shirt and dark trousers made his legs look longer and his whole body was as light as a landscape painting. It was particularly stunning with just a few strokes.

People like him are already eye-catching, but now they are even more likely to stand among a group of middle-aged men.

Xia Mu was stunned and couldn't react a little. Song Fuxing had already looked at her gaze. She had no time to hide. She was in a conspicuous position and was wearing a light blue skirt. It stood out in a black, white and gray environment, like an electric light.

Song Fuxing greeted the people who came out with him and walked here.

"Why are you here?" Xia Mu couldn't help asking before he could approach.

Song Fuxing paused and stopped in front of her, "I'm working here."

"You... are you working here?" She was dreaming, how could this happen?!

Song Fuxing glanced at her and made the point concisely, "Aren't you here to find me?"

"I..." Xia Mu stammered and couldn't speak. He felt a sense of despair when he didn't listen to the lecture in class and was called to ask questions by the teacher.

She couldn't explain it to him, and felt that someone had come over, so she hurriedly hid in the empty conference room and waved to him, "Can you come in first?"

The eager look was inexplicably similar to asking him to have tea.

Song Fuxing raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her for a moment before walking in.

Xia Mu hurriedly closed the door.

The conference room suddenly became closed, but in fact it was nothing. It was just a man and a woman plus an unnecessary factor like the conference room. It made people think a lot of thoughts.

Xia Mu regretted it when he closed the door. It was okay outside, but when he entered the conference room, he was wrong everywhere. He was embarrassed and ambiguous, which made her quite uncomfortable.

She pretended to be calm, "I will explain to you what happened just now. Please tell me where is the stairwell?"

Song Fuxing did not continue to ask, but answered calmly, "There is no staircase on this floor."

What!

There are no stairs, what deadly property design is this?!

Xia Mu completely collapsed, "Is there no escape passage? Are you not afraid of the elevator not being able to use it?"

"There is a helicopter on the roof." Song Fuxing looked at her weak, helpless and pitiful eyes and explained kindly, "Even if there are stairs, there is no difference between running down the 82nd floor and waiting to die."

Sha Mu: “…”

OK, you make sense, you're right...

She now fully felt the feeling of an ant on the hot pan, and watched as she struggled to die without any power, and even had the urge to jump from here.

"Can you explain your misunderstanding?"

"Ah?" Xia Mu's eyes widened, and he pretended to be incomprehensible on the surface.

Song Fuxing was completely unmoved, and slowly reminded her, "I heard that I asked you to deliver the documents."

Xia Mu felt blood in his heart, and he didn't dare to be careless when he met him. "I'm sorry, because you want to hire an image assistant, and my resume seems to have not been handed over. I want to ask clearly, but I can't get it up, so I thought of you. Maybe you know the person from the president's office and use your name..."

Before she could finish her words, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed in from outside.

Xia Mu was startled, and his stiletto heels turned and fell to the side. She subconsciously reached out to grab Song Fuxing, but only grabbed his shirt.

Song Fuxing reached out to help her, but it was still too late. Her shirt was pulled wide with a "hiss" sound, and the button fell on the carpet in the conference room silently and quietly.

Time seems to be still, extremely quiet.

Xia Mu looked up at Song Fuxing, then looked at his hand again. His brain was short-circuited for a moment, and he quickly bent down to button up his shirt.

She was afraid that people would come in, so she moved very quickly. Her thin white fingers inevitably touched him. The abdominal texture could be vaguely seen through her shirt, which was completely different from her thin white, warm and soft.

Xia Mu's face turned red and his hands shook for no reason. He didn't dare to look up at his expression. Unfortunately, two buttons of the hem of the shirt had been torn off, and there was no way to button it.

"What should I do? I can't get it!"

Xia Mu looked up at him anxiously, his face was red and hot, and he was almost weeping embarrassedly.

Yu Yecheng opened the door, stood at the door, stunned, his mind full of Xia Mu's words, "What should I do, I can't hold it up."

Can't be deducted!

Nothing will be deducted!

Have the clothes been torn off? Are you in the conference room?!!!

Yu Yecheng's brain first saw the scene that he shouldn't have seen.

He quickly lowered his head and closed the door quickly, but his movements were too fast and his feet had not been completely retracted. The door directly hit him and pushed him out in a hurry, as if they had really done something shameful.
Chapter completed!