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Let me help you with the design

"I know you're not an interior designer, but I think it's good to ask the layman's opinion sometimes. After all, I'm not particularly satisfied with the plans of the top international designers here." Fang Han could still hear a serious smile in his voice.

Zhao Xi was silent for a moment: "I'm feeling even worse now."

Zhao Xi didn't even mention what kind of luxurious decorations she wanted. She only spoke the small details that satisfied her fantasies, yet were able to make his heart soften to an inconceivable extent.

A silver white sportscar stopped in front of Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi recognized that this was the latest type of sportscar she saw at the exhibition a few days ago.

The car window rolled down, and Fang Han's gentle and handsome face revealed itself in front of Zhao Xi: "Get in."

The driver opened the door for her: "Miss Zhao, please get in."

After the car drove away, Fang Han asked, "What happened just now?"

When he mentioned what happened just now, Zhao Xi's mood dropped again. "Just now, He Meimei wanted to steal my design, but I found out, so she directly tore apart my competition art."

"Aren't you going to compete the day after tomorrow? Have you made the costumes yet? " Fang Han's expression was clearly worried.

Zhao Xi was very depressed: "Originally, I wanted to give the Design Draft to the Brother Ziran to help me do. However, when I told him about this earlier, he didn't believe me at all."

He Meimei was a follower that followed beside Mo Ziran, so she was very good to Mo Ziran, which was something that everyone knew. Fang Han thought for a moment and said: "It's possible that he didn't find out the truth very clearly for a while."

"Aren't my words enough to be trusted?" If Mo Ziran had to wait until the truth was revealed before he could believe her, then he wouldn't care at all.

"No," Fang Han said gently, "Zhao Xi, you're a very good girl, your eyes can't lie."

The feeling of being wronged by others was truly very sad. At this time, if there was someone who could trust him unconditionally, it would be a form of kindness.

Thus, Zhao Xi got into Fang Han's car without asking anything.

As the car drove into the Fang Group's inner parking lot, Zhao Xi asked curiously: "Is this your company?"

"Yes, come down."

Along the way, all the employees saw a cute girl following beside their CEO. That girl was asking something out of curiosity, while their CEO answered with a gentle face.

Thus, although she didn't say anything on the surface, the news of the CEO bringing a noble lady into the company had already spread. Everyone was speculating about the girl's identity and her relationship with the CEO.

Fang Han brought Zhao Xi directly up to the top floor and into his office. Zhao Xi curiously looked at the luxurious office and said: "Why did you bring me here? Can I come while you're working? "

Zhao Xi remembered that when his father worked in the company, he usually didn't allow her to go because that would affect his work.

Fang Han smiled, "Are you still going to participate in the competition?"

Zhao Xi's eyes darkened, "I probably won't be able to participate in the convention anymore. Also, Fang Han, for the matter of promising to come here to work, I might as well apologize."

If there was no competition, then there wouldn't have been a good ranking. If there wasn't a good ranking, then she wouldn't have the strength to prove that all her hard work in this period of time had all been for naught.

"Can you redraw the Design Draft now?"

Zhao Xi suddenly raised her head and Fang Han repeated her words, "Now draw the Design Draft out again. That is your thing and you should remember it. If you draw it, I'll get someone to chase it out for you."

Zhao Xi looked at Fang Han in disbelief: "I'm drawing now?"

"Yes, if you draw today, I'll get someone to help you drive the train through the night." Although Fang Han's tone was gentle, it carried seriousness and arrogance. He was telling Zhao Xi that he wasn't joking.

Zhao Xi's eyes lit up: Thank you!

Fang Han laughed, "Painting then, there's no need to rush. The genius will definitely catch up with you once the competition begins."

The lights were on. Looking out the window, one could see the bright neon lights outside.

Fang Han put down the document in his hands and lifted his head to look at the smiling figure who was seriously drawing on the sofa. His gaze was as gentle as a wave.

Zhao Xi lowered her head and slowly sketched out her outline, completely unaware of the passage of time.

Fang Han on the side had already finished his work for the day, so he simply sat on the swivel chair and looked at Zhao Xi.

The phone on the table rang. Zhao Xi didn't even raise his head as she casually picked it up with her left hand: "Hello."

The other side of the phone went silent for a moment, then Mo Ziran's unhappy voice sounded out: "You don't know who I am?"

Zhao Xi's brush paused for a moment, she raised her head, and her eyes revealed indifference: "I don't know him."

"Zhao Xi!"

"What is it?" Zhao Xi did not care about Mo Ziran's anger at all, as she modified her own drawing and asked.

The emotions in Fang Han's eyes had changed when she picked up the phone.

"Why aren't you back yet?" Mo Ziran seemed to have felt Zhao Xi's discontent, so her tone softened.

Zhao Xi laughed: "Go back? "Go back to where?"

Mo Ziran's tone had already darkened: "You want to spend the night at his place?"

Zhao Xi had already prepared to stay the night, so she directly replied: "I can only spend the night here."

However, in the next moment, she suddenly reacted: "How do you know where I am? You followed me? "

Mo Ziran did not intend to answer her question. "Come back immediately."

Zhao Xi found it laughable, "Return? Don't you find the word laughable? I never thought it was my home. Why would I want to go back? I am indeed a burden, and now that this burden is willing to leave, are you going to persuade me to go back again? "

That day when she was drinking outside, Mo Ziran had said that she was a child who escaped from home.

"Zhao Xi, don't be angry, I'll get someone to pick you up."

"If you don't want to come, you don't need to say anything. I won't go back." After Zhao Xi finished speaking, he immediately hung up.

But even so, he still could not release his anger. Zhao Xi stared at his phone hatefully, just now, he should have been more stubborn, more forceful, and more angry at him!

Mo Ziran looked at the phone that was hung up, and the anger in his eyes rose bit by bit. Without hesitation, he called again, only to find that the other party had already shut down the phone.

He slammed the phone onto the ground. The nearby servants were all shocked and did not even dare to breathe loudly. When had they ever seen the CEO so angry before?

He had never shown any expression, but when he stared coldly at his opponent, the coldness in his eyes was enough to drown out everything.

But now, his entire body was emitting a vicious aura. His complexion was unsightly to the extreme, and his anger was unimaginable.

The assistant behind him, Zhou Chen asked tentatively: "CEO, do you want us to bring Miss Zhao back?"

Mo Ziran was so angry that he started laughing. Zhao Xi, you did great, you actually dared to hang up his phone and turn it off?

However, he had suffered a little injustice. He actually ran away from home and spent the night with another man. Did he really think he was dead?!

"You think you can get her back?"

Mo Ziran understood Zhao Xi very well, if she was stubborn, no one would be able to pull her back, and if they really sent people to look for her now, it would only be the opposite.

With a burst of anger in his heart, Mo Ziran raised his leg and kicked the European classical lamp that was not far away.

Zhao Xi threw her phone to the side, her face still filled with dissatisfaction. Fang Han had already walked over and sat down beside her, casually looking at her design while asking: "It's Mo Ziran?"

Zhao Xi said with a heavy grunt: "You wrongly accused me, and now you want me to return back. What do you mean, home? Where do I have a home? Is that my home? "

After he finished speaking, Zhao Xi realized that his tone was not good, and his expression relaxed a little. "Fang Han, I don't want to lose my temper with you."

"I know," Fang Han smiled carelessly, "Are you not going back tonight?"

Zhao Xi blinked and said ingratiatingly: "I'm not done drawing my Design Draft yet, so I might still need a while. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Okay," he said. "Hungry?"

Zhao Xi touched her stomach and remembered that she did not eat anything since she ran out in the afternoon. Thus, she laughed: "I seem to be really hungry, I was just painting and did not feel anything."

Fang Han smiled gently and rubbed Zhao Xi's hair a few times. Then he stood up and walked to the desk and pressed the button for the company's inside line, "Bring in the food."

Zhao Xi asked uneasily: "Did I stop you from getting off work?"

According to normal time, he should have already gone home.

Fang Han leaned against the desk, his long legs stretched out casually, and his entire person shone with a gentle light under the warm light, "Zhao Xi, you don't have to worry about me, nor do you need to be uneasy. You just need to accept me as it is.

Zhao Xi frowned, and nodded her head: "En!"

The secretary brought over the top quality sushi from the sushi shop. Zhao Xi was touched by his considerate actions, she still wanted to draw the Design Draft. She did not have time to eat, the sushi was the best thing that could happen in a situation like this.

After Zhao Xi finished her Design Draft, Fang Han let the people waiting outside take it out to hurry the competition.

Stretching lazily, Zhao Xi rubbed her neck and said: "As expected, rushing is a very tiring task."

Fang Han smiled at her actions, then pulled her along as he walked towards the inner office. "This is the resting room. Go take a shower and sleep."

Fang Han handed her a bag, he had brought it here when the secretary was giving away the sushi. When Zhao Xi looked at it, she realized that the girl was wearing clothes.

"What about you?"

"Do you think there's no place for me to rest in my own company?"

That was true, Zhao Xi was really sleepy. She yawned and said: "Then I'll go rest first, you should also go to sleep, good night."

Fang Han's smile deepened. "Good night."

This silly girl, did she not notice that she was sleeping on her own bed?

However, this feeling was quite good.