Fake daughter, she refuses to admit defeat

After watching the embroidery of the two handkerchiefs, Teacher Yan exclaimed, "Do you know the owner of this embroidery?"

"know."

Teacher Yan said: "Judging from the embroidery method and the thread she uses, she is definitely an intermediate embroiderer."

Intermediate embroiderer?

Gong Zheng took a deep breath.

This teacher Yan is only an intermediate embroiderer at such an age, and has not yet reached the level of a senior embroiderer.

Is Qianli's embroidery comparable to hers?

Teacher Yan continued: "The embroidery methods and thread usage of these two embroidery have similarities and differences, but judging from the habit of needlework, it should be done by one person."

Teacher Yan's words are equivalent to telling him that Hai Qianli and Rebirth are the same person.

Gong Zheng suppressed the excitement in his heart, "Are you sure?"

Teacher Yan smiled: "I have countless students, and I can still tell the difference."

Gong Zheng couldn't hold back at all, ecstasy almost overflowed from his eyes, "Thank you."

He can't wait to see the rebirth now.

No wonder he had an inexplicable affection for that little girl.

He couldn't understand it before, but now he understands it.

She is his baby sister.

The little girl hid it really deep enough. After spending so long together, he unexpectedly realized her identity only now.

Teacher Yan sent Gong Zheng away, and said: "Mr. Gong, if possible, please introduce me. I want to meet the owners of these two handkerchiefs."

Because she found a different embroidery method from these two pieces of embroidery.

This should be her own original creation.

She would love to learn from her.

……

Gong Zheng got into the car, completely unable to restrain his excitement.

He was secretly delighted to have found his sister's vest.

He took out his cell phone to call Hai Qianli, wanting to know her reaction.

When his finger was on the screen quickly, he braked the car in time, thinking that it would be a little less fun to puncture it directly.

After all, the little girl kept it from herself for so long.

He rolled his eyes and soon had an idea.

He found the reborn phone number from the address book.

It took a while for Rebirth's call to get through.

"thousand……"

Gong Zheng almost called out the word Qianli, he stopped in time, "Rebirth, are you busy recently?"

Hai Qianli prepared the materials for the meeting, and took the time to reply him, "It's okay, do you have anything to do?"

"I want to treat you to dinner."

"I do not have time."

"Rebirth, don't tell me that you don't usually eat."

Gong Zheng didn't wait for her to speak, and continued: "I just want to have a meal with you, you don't see me, don't you have a guilty conscience?"

Hai Qianli smiled: "What should I feel guilty about?"

Gong Zheng complained secretly.

Of course he is guilty of his own identity.

This girl's psychology is too strong, no wonder he couldn't deceive her identity several times.

"Since you are not guilty, then have dinner with me."

Hai Qianli found a random reason, "I don't like eating with other people."

"Your habit, after all, it is impossible not to marry for a lifetime."

Gong Zheng didn't give her a chance to refuse at all, "That's it. I'll treat you to dinner at [-]:[-] on Saturday night. We'll see you soon. I'll send you the address of the restaurant later."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

Gong Zheng exhaled deeply.

He was really afraid that the girl would refuse again.

If she refuses again, he doesn't know how to persuade her.

Hai Qianli looked at the black screen of the mobile phone and rubbed her forehead with a headache.

Gong Zheng didn't know what was going on today, and kept pestering her to invite her to dinner.

It seems that he wants to break the casserole and ask the end, and he will not stop until he finds out her identity.

Forget it, if you are seen through, you will be seen through.

Hai Qianli didn't feel panicked.

Probably because Gong Zheng has unconsciously become someone she is willing to trust.

Hai Qianli packed up the files and went to the conference room for a meeting.

She pushed open the door of the conference room and found that there was no one there.

Hai Qianli glanced down at the time on her wrist, her beautiful brows furrowed.

There are only 5 minutes left before the meeting time, logically speaking, everyone has already arrived.

The door of the conference room opened again, and Hai Qianli turned around.

The moment she saw Mo Sipei's handsome face, her delicate face turned cold.

The scene of him throwing the jewelry box into the trash can kept popping up in her mind.

Hai Qianli raised her foot to leave.

A large, bony hand grasped hers.

Hai Qianli instinctively wanted to pull it out.

The man's big palm tightened, Hai Qianli's hand was wrapped in a suffocating space, she couldn't move, she stared at the man angrily, "Let me go."

"Don't let it go."

"Is Mo always playing hooligans?"

"If you think it is, then it is."

Hai Qianli rolled her eyes angrily.

Even if this man is playing a hooligan, he still looks serious.

Hai Qianli looked away angrily, but didn't speak.

Her fair face was flushed with anger, and her cheeks were puffed up like a cute little puffer fish.

Mo Sipei's deep and magnetic voice was rarely stained with a smile.

"Angry?"

"Don't dare."

Look at the tone.

Mo Sipei resisted the urge to pinch her face, "You're still the same duplicity as before."

Hai Qianli didn't want to talk to Mo Sipei at first, but she couldn't get angry, "Since President Mo has let me go, why does he come to pester me in the company?"

Mo Sipei asked back, "When did I say I would let you go?"

"The moment you throw the gift I gave you into the trash can, doesn't that mean you have given up on me?"

When Hai Qianli spoke to the end, she felt a little grievance in her heart.

The handkerchief she stayed up all night embroidering had poured her heart and soul into it, but she was very sad to be treated with such disdain.

Mo Sipei grasped the point, he looked at the little girl's red eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Because I threw your gift into the trash can, so you are angry, aren't you?"

"Shouldn't I be angry?"

"You always hoped that I could let you go, let you go, shouldn't you feel relieved to see me throw your gift into the trash can?"

"..."

Hai Qianli was stopped by Mo Sipei's question.

The pupils under her long and thick eyelashes suddenly tightened.

Yeah, she should feel relieved.

Mo Sipei: "Qianli, it's time to face up to your own heart, do you really not like me?"

Does she really not like Mo Sipei?

If you don't like it, why are you angry because of his behavior, why do you feel wronged?

The real answer deep in her heart made Hai Qianli panic.

Hai Qianli fled subconsciously, but was chased back by Mo Sipei.

He pulled hard with his big hand, and Hai Qianli's slender body fell into his arms in an instant.

Looking at each other, Mo Sipei wrapped Hai Qianli into his arms with his strong arms, not giving her a chance to escape, he asked word by word: "Qianli, do you really not like me?"