Shen Yueru admired Ye Qiu's design talent and was preparing to invite him to join Xingyue Group as the chief designer, but Ye Qiu was simply not interested.
"I can offer a high salary!"
"Not interested, I'm not short on money."
Shen Yueru quickly realized that Ye Qiu normally charged those wealthy clients millions for consultations, but the high salary she was offering was only over a million a year. How could it possibly compare to what Ye Qiu earned from a single client?
"I might consider it, unless you..."
"Unless I what?"
Seeing that Ye Qiu hadn't made himself clear, Shen Yueru hurriedly asked.
Shen Yueru had just lightly kissed Ye Qiu on the face, that soft, fragrant, tingling sensation was something Ye Qiu really enjoyed.
He liked Shen Yueru's kisses.
"Unless you give me a French kiss!"
Ye Qiu said with a smile.
"Go to hell!"
Shen Yueru would never kiss him like that, not in a million years.
"Then I'm leaving, I still have to check in on your sister."
