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"Alright, since you said so, I will arrange a mission for you. Follow me."

Joanna followed her into a room she saw was the information room.

"I want to sort and organize all the design drafts in this library before going to work tomorrow morning. I need to check them."

Qiao Anxian looked at the several shelves in the library filled with various documents and asked, "Which of these are the design drafts?"

"All of them." Ling Li slightly smiled and said, "Let's start now."

Looking at the design drafts on the shelves in front of her, Qiao Anxian felt despair in his heart. All of these made her categorize in one day. Was he not purposely making things difficult for her?

"What sort of criteria would that require?"

"That's what you have to think about." Ling Li calmly said, "I still have a lot of things to do, so I won't be guarding you here."

With that, Ling Li left on her high heels.

There was no way for Qiao Anxian to do that. He could only carry a stack of design drafts to the office area and put them down. Only after seven or eight rounds did he manage to move them all out.

This Ling Li! How had he offended her?

At this moment, she heard someone whispering behind her, "Aiya, it really is the turn of the tides …"

"That's right, that's right. Back then she humiliated Ling Li to such an extent at the banquet. Someone as proud and arrogant as Ling Li took advantage of this opportunity, it'd be weird if she didn't take revenge on her."

This her, was she talking about him?

She humiliated Ling Li? Was he that outrageous before? How many people had he offended …

With a sigh, she began to think about how to categorize the drafts. After thinking for a long time, the only thing she could think of was how different the styles were, but when she skimmed through a few, she found that each of the drafts had two or three elements of different styles. It seemed a bit far-fetched to say that it was a certain style.

"Chinese Style... Chinese classical style, followed by Nordic style... "

Irregular surfaces, white walls, creeper decorations... Blue, white and yellow in main hues, typical Mediterranean style.

Qiao Anxiao divided the items that she was able to categorize at first glance, then asked the front desk for a few convenience notes. He wrote down each category and its characteristics and posted them at the edge of the first design draft.

By lunchtime, Joe had almost a quarter of the design ready.

After dinner, she saw that the blueprints she had organized for the entire morning had turned into a mess. What was going on?

Who messed up her organized documents?!

Although he was angry, he still managed to hold back his temper.

He had no choice but to start organizing everything again. But perhaps thanks to this disruptive person, she noticed some details in the design script as she reorganized the classification.

For example, some design drafts, redesign feelings and aesthetic feelings, but ignored the practicality and feasibility. Some, however, pay too much attention to practicality and neglect beauty.

She added a new way of categorizing the designs according to their practicality and artistry, and added her own judgment, which was much more creative than the conventional classification in the books.

Although sorting out the designs was a boring task, she could take this opportunity to learn a lot.

According to the new train of thought, Qiao Anxian tidied up the work tirelessly. According to his own knowledge, he would determine which category the design script belonged to. He was unaware that it was time for him to get off work. Most of the people had left, leaving behind only the front desk, a few designers and assistants.

Ling Li walked past her, inadvertently glancing at her, and sneered: "Looks like you have to work overtime tonight. I'll be leaving first, remember to give me results tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, I will." Qiao Anyan raised his head and looked into her eyes. His eyes were filled with determination. He was afraid that he would disappoint those who wanted to see her make a fool of herself!

When everyone was gone, she put the design on their table and made notes as she did so. It was a perfect learning opportunity for her. It wasn't until 11 PM did she finish tidying up these things. She stretched her back and prepared to head back. She just didn't know if she could get a taxi at this time of the night.

At this moment, in the villa in the outskirts.

As he descended the stairs, Fu Siming glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. He coughed lightly and pretended to ask carelessly, "Is Qiao Yifan still not back?"

The servant shook his head. "Not yet."

Finally, the servant tentatively asked, "Sir, would you like me to call my wife?"

From the looks of it, if Madam doesn't come back tonight, I'm afraid Mister … I'm not going to sleep.

A cold light flashed through Fu Siming's eyes. He didn't say anything as he turned around and returned to his room.

At this moment, when Qiao Anyun who just got out of the car was about to press the doorbell, he suddenly heard something.

There was a soft sound in the grass, like a cat.

Joanna went in the direction of the voice, and because it was too late and very dark, she took out her cell phone, looked around for a while, and finally saw a small, curled up cat in the grass. It was thin and small and weak, made even more pathetic by its messy fur and its large and small wounds.

Not only did he not run away, but he meowed at her twice and lowered his head weakly.

If he didn't take it back with him, it would probably die. "Don't be afraid of this little guy, I'll take you home," he said softly.

The kitten obediently lay in her embrace. Seeing its adorable appearance, Qiao Anxiao revealed a smile.

"Madame is back!"

Only then did the servant notice that there was a cat in his arms. He couldn't help but be curious: Hadn't his wife been scratched by a cat before? Did she always hate cats?

Of course, Qiao Anyun did not know about this. He said to the servant, "Come and do me a favor and help this kitten deal with it."

"Alright."

After giving the little fellow a simple treatment, it suddenly became much cuter. Joe Anxiao held him in his arms to play with him, and from time to time the little guy would rub against her.

Fosmin knew she was back, and looked at the time. Twelve o'clock in the morning.

Hearing the sound of a cat, he couldn't help but frown. He came out of his room and walked towards Qiao An's room.

While Joanna was playing with the cat, Cat was not afraid of her at all. On the contrary, she let out a soft and adorable cry that made her laugh involuntarily.

Suddenly, she felt a chill behind her. She turned around and saw that the door to her room was not closed. She didn't know when, but Fu Ming was already standing outside her room. His long and knowledgeable eyes were motionlessly looking at her … And the cat in her hand.

Her first thought was to hold the cat in front of him and say happily, "Look, isn't it cute? "I found it outside my house today, and I brought it back when I saw it …"

Unexpectedly, Fu Siming's expression worsened. Staring at Qiao Anjiao, she felt guilty and didn't know what she had said wrong.

"You … Do you want to hug it? "

The next second, with an impatient wave of his hand, the cat, startled, scuttled off to hide in a corner.

When Qiao Anzhi saw this, he suddenly became angry. No matter how much he hated her, there was no need to vent his anger on a cat, right?

"What are you doing?" It's just a cat, why did I provoke you? "How ridiculous!"

With a cold voice, Fu Siming said, "I also want to ask you this. You want to act out a show of kindness in front of me? You think you can hide your previous ugliness just like this?"

"How am I ugly?" Qiao Anxiao was baffled. This man was really …

She could no longer find any other words to describe the quality of the item. In the end, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I will just act in front of you, right? In any case, if you don't like me, you can pretend that you don't see it.

What a nice line of non-interference. The corners of Fu Siming's lips curled up in a cold smile. He didn't say anything more and turned around to leave. However, a trace of a strange feeling appeared in his heart. Qiao Anxian used to hate cats, but now how can he interact so closely with them?

Looking at the departing figure of Fu Siming, Qiao Anxiao cursed in a low voice, "You're crazy!"

He then began to meow in the room, trying to lure the little guy out. Finally, he found the little guy under the bed and curled up in a corner, shivering.

"Did it scare you?" "Don't be afraid," he said. "We'll ignore him!"

The next morning, when Joanna woke up, she found that she had fallen asleep while leaning against the bed. The kitten was still sleeping soundly in her arms …

The servant knocked lightly on the door and asked, "Madam, are you up yet?"

"I just woke up. What's wrong?"

"If my wife is going to keep the cat, I'll take it to a pet doctor today and get a vaccine. "After all, I wonder if human medicine is suitable for cats …"

Qiao Anxiao opened the door, handed the kitten to her and said, "Then I'll be troubling you."

After washing up and eating, Qiao Anxiao went to the company.

Seeing Ling Li, Qiao Anxiao smiled and said, "Designer Ling, what you wanted me to do has already been done."

"Oh? "Is that so?" Ling Li chuckled and said, "It seems that I've underestimated you. Such a small workload for you is nothing difficult."

As she said this, she went to check on Qiao Anyun's classification. When she saw it, she could not help but be shocked. She then asked, "What classification is this?"

"I have the words' practicality ',' artistry ', and' both 'written on it, as well as the basis for my judgment." Johann pointed to the note pasted on it.

Ling Li sneered and mocked, "I asked you to sort them out, not play with your little tricks. You only have to follow the instructions and do your job well, and you won't pass this examination! "

"On what basis?" Naturally, Qiao Anxiao was unwilling to accept this. He believed that his way of categorizing things was correct.

"On what basis? If the company's even a small assistant is able to follow her own thoughts when you don't follow the rules, then wouldn't there be a need to follow the rules? "

"You!"

Can't a little assistant have an innovative side? What kind of lousy rule is this?

Qiao Yifan didn't want to talk to her and believed that this Ling Li was deliberately making things difficult for her, regardless of what she did, it was all wrong.

"I'm going to find Fu Siming."

She could not tolerate such unfair treatment.

"Director Fu?" Ling Li blinked and laughed mockingly, "Do you think he has the heart to care about you? He has already handed over all of your authority to me, so I will be reporting your actions to him as the basis for the assessment. "