The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Even if this yacht really belongs to her. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

But forget about the dream of traveling around the world on a yacht.

She really can't afford it...

And Isaac next to Miller.

This blond man who came from the Givenchy headquarters in France was once aloof and arrogant, but now his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He couldn't feel the spring breeze in Duan Xishen's smile, nor could he feel the bright joy in Ming Siyi's smile.

He took a deep breath.

"Mr. Duan, there may be some misunderstandings between us. Two of the ten design drawings you were interested in were originally Mr. Miller's, and you don't use them now, so I thought it would be better to use this design drawing. Return it to Mr. Miller.”

I just heard Duan Xishen's voice was flat, without any ups and downs.

“Mr. Miller likes to let me pick out the rest, and I don’t care.

Gu Weimian frowned slightly when he heard this.

Duan Xishen said this, even though he slapped Miller and Isaac in the face.

But it also made it impossible for Qiu Haijin and the sales manager to get off stage.

She glanced at Qiu Haijin and the others.

Qiu Haijin's face showed bitterness.

"We can completely understand that Mr. Duan would be so angry. This time's own mistake is indeed a problem on our side."

He still couldn't see how important Gu Weimian was to Duan Xishen. His more than ten years in the workplace were really in vain.

Qiu Haijin bowed slightly,

"I'm sorry, please accept our apologies.

Gu Weimian glanced at Qiu Haijin and sighed silently.

Before she could speak, Duan Xishen on the side took the lead and spoke slowly,

"But you also said before that I hope Weiwei will not use your products."

He looked unmoved,

"I will do as you wish. I promise that I will never use any Givenchy products again in this life. At the same time, my friends who work with me will never touch any Givenchy products again."

Qiu Haijin bent over and did not move.

The hands on his knees tightened.

Beside him, the reaction of the blond man Isaac was much greater than his.

The blond man's eyes widened slightly and his lips trembled slightly.

Paled face.

If he hadn't paid much attention to Duan Xishen before, now, he only felt that he might be facing a disaster.

The person who has the highest symbol of wealth among the rich said that he will never wear Givenchy in the future?

Isaac's chest kept bullying and he was about to faint.

"Mr. Duan, this is really just a misunderstanding. We sincerely gave you those ten design drawings..."

Duan Xishen's eyes drooped lightly,

"Even if I decide, it's useless."

As he spoke, he looked at Gu Weimian not far away with deep eyes.

Gu Weimian lowered her eyes,

"Let's go home."

She opened the car door directly and walked to Ning Quruo's side.

Xianning Quruo took one step and walked towards the yard.

Ming Siyi and Ning Quruo looked at each other and followed closely behind.

The black Aston Martin was abandoned on the side of the road.

The three people entered the house.

Gu Weimian said coldly,

"close the door."

Naturally, a servant came over and helped close the door.

Blocking the eyes of Duan Xishen and others.

The expression on Miller's face was still a bit unhappy, and he glanced at Duan Xishen with a smile.

"It seems that Mr. Duan's tricks to make his little lover happy are not very effective. Do you want me to give you some tips?"

Duan Xishen heard this and didn't even look at Miller.