She had just walked out of the corner and saw Shen Du walking along the corridor.

When I passed by my office, my steps did not stop.

Chen Chun was very strange.

She stood by the wall with a slight sense, not calling Shen Du, but just watched him walk to the end of the corridor and enter a room that was completely different from the office next to him.

There are heavy velvet curtains hanging on the gate there.

The sign hanging on it says: Preparation warehouse.

Chen Chun watched the door closed and opened again. Then, Mr. Chen, who was following seven or eight people around him, actually carried a floor-to-ceiling mirror and returned to the office with a little sneaky feeling.

She was standing outside the door now, and she would definitely be discovered by the turning back.

This young female agent who had some ideas for Mr. Chen, who crossed the door, pushed open the door of the safety passage and hid in.

Chen Chun watched Chen Du push the office door open on the glass door and walked in. After that, he looked around and was sure that no one would appear on this corridor at this time, and then he tiptoed towards Chen Du's office.

Chen Chun was very grateful at this time because the overall decoration style of SD was a bit modern and minimalist.

Many places are built with a clear view of materials.

Similarly, the door to the president's office in this building is no exception.

Half of its material is exquisite tempered glass, while the other half is painted with postmodern paintings to be freely and elegantly covered.

While it is beautiful, it also facilitates the...spying of people outside.

Chen Chun, who was a little bit of joy, bent over, sticking his hips, and moving to the door of the heavy office with his toes.

As she slowly stood up, she saw the inside from the glass door on the upper half.

The extremely cold and hard to speak, the extremely delicate floor-to-ceiling mirror placed behind his huge desk, and leaned on the floor-to-ceiling windows and balcony at the back to fill the small gap or gap.

And when the Sediment has placed it.

Chen Chun was frightened to find that this man who didn't look like he was actually starting to caress the reflected image in the mirror.

When Chen Du looked at the mirror, his eyes were so weird.

It's like watching some rare treasure, with infinite desire and impatient desire.

Seeing this, Chen Chun shivered in an instant, and a cold air came out from the soles of his feet and headed.

She leaned against the walls of the corridor, and countless possibilities emerged in her mind.

People say that most designers have unknown quirks.

It seems that this is the reaction of the quirk of the quasi-sink in reality.

The quirk of the depth is...narcissism.

Thinking of this, Chen Chun shivered again.

For an agent who has seen many film and television scripts, the derivative word for narcissism is to love without a heart.

Such people only have themselves in their eyes, and what's more serious is that they are extremely picky about other people in this world.

Combined with the previous evaluation of Bai Maoyu's poisonous snake.

Chen Chun felt...the truth was there.

At this moment, her slight affection and desire for Shen Du had just developed instantly disappeared.

At this time, she straightened her body up and patted the wrinkles that were caused by half-squatting and peeping, with a bit of a dignified smell, and then looked into the heavy office again.

After looking at this glance, she found that Shen Du was still touching the mirror.

When she arrived here, her last little luck was dispelled like a smoke, like a gust of smoke.

"Sister Chen! Sister Chen!"

At the other end of the corridor, the artists she brought and the team she accompanied had already walked out of the workshop.

Everyone was looking at Chen Chun who was in the office of the voyeur in a very strange look.

This elder sister is indeed a person who is rolling around in the entertainment industry.

She kept her face unchanged and her heart was beating and she twitched her dark brown shoulder-length curly hair, and asked as if nothing had happened: "Have you packed up all the things?"

"Have the work handed over?"

"The SD designers who followed the team followed?"

Seeing the person opposite nodding in confusion, she turned around with satisfaction, and said to everyone with a little loud voice that she hadn't noticed: "Why are you still standing there? Let's go quickly!"

"Although the magazine is only two streets away from here, you don't think about it. Where is this?"

"This is the East Third Ring Road where there is no need to be a traffic jam!"

After saying that, Chen Chun walked to the forefront of the team with an indomitable aura, grabbed a hand, pushed open the door of the escape passage, and walked down the stairs.

‘Bangdang’

The spring door ejected back.

However, none of the members of Erxin Entertainment followed Chen Chun down the stairs along the passage.

The assistant who has become an old employee said first: "I said, the elevator is right at our hands, why did Sister Chen take the stairs?"

"I remember that our floor is the 16th floor of SD Group?"

His words aroused unanimous agreement among everyone, and at this moment, he heard the severity of movement outside, and he pushed open the door of his office very sensitively.

For a moment, the person who was entertained by Erxin and Mr. Chen stared at him with big eyes.

A little assistant who was following at the end of the team suddenly covered his mouth and suddenly realized.

"I understand. As a woman, I understand Sister Chen's thoughts very much."

When everyone looked at the deeper level as the meaning of this sentence, they immediately understood why Sister Chen, who was like a female lion, hid outside Mr. Shen's office and peeped.

Because Mr. Chen, who looked very cold, took off his tightly buttoned suit jacket.

He only wore a white shirt inside, and because of the temperature in the office, the third one was unplugged.

As a designer's degree, it is natural that you can't get the same as a hurdle vest or thermal underwear in the shirt.

So his chest, which was as white as ivory, was so slim that he could see the outline of his muscles, was clearly presented to everyone.

Many women who faced this beauty all wiped their noses together.

Seeing the sinking level made them understand a truth.

There is a kind of person whose face is not the most exquisite, whose figure is not the most perfect, and his temperament is not the most unique, but when everything is combined, he is the most ordinary perfect, and he is the most popular man.
Chapter completed!