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The more she thought about it, the more she felt a chill in her drenched clothes. The weather was clearly not that cool, but she felt a chill wrapped tightly around her, so she couldn't help but curl into a ball to warm herself up a little.

Sensing the strangeness of Qiao Anjiao, the light in Fu Siming's eyes deepened. He lifted his lips indifferently and said to the driver, "Turn on the heat."

The chauffeur did as he was told, and for a moment he felt much warmer, and in his heart he was more or less grateful to Fosmin. He looked at him, wanting to say thank you, but Fosmin was still cold and did not look at her.

Forget it, she thought, just shut up.

When he got home, Joanna hurried upstairs to change.

Fu Siming looked at her back, a profound look in his eyes. He said to the housekeeper, "Have someone prepare a bowl of ginger soup and send it over."

With that, he returned to his room.

The next day, Joanna almost couldn't get up. The bed was too comfortable. And the thought of the creepy designer in the company only made her more resistant.

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was empty.

Last night, he had sworn to persevere, but now … Mm, this woman's words cannot be trusted.

When Joanna came downstairs, the man was just about to leave.

"Wait a minute, can you take me with you?"

She didn't want to walk another two kilometers and take a taxi. She was going to be late.

Fu Siming narrowed his eyes. So he hadn't given up yet.

"I'll give you five minutes."

With that, he walked out of the room and Qiao Anyun's eyes lit up when he heard this. Let alone five minutes, he didn't even need a second.

He picked up the sandwich on the table and followed her. In any case, he couldn't see her, so no one told her any rules.

When they arrived at the company, they heard a notice from the design director --

"Everyone, get ready. We will meet in ten minutes!" Then, the director saw Qiao Anzhi and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You too."

When Qiao Anxiao entered the meeting room, he saw that many people were already seated, except for Ling Li, who had a vacant seat beside him.

Even though he was extremely unwilling, Qiao Anxiao had no choice but to walk over to Ling Li's side and sit down. Once again, he was challenged by her.

"I think you're too crowded here. Move your chair back a little."

Johann didn't say anything. He pulled back his chair and sat down.

Apart from Ling Li, who was speaking, everyone else was very serious. The entire meeting room was filled with a solemn atmosphere. Qiao Anyun could not help but be curious. It was just a meeting. Why did everyone look like they were about to face a great enemy?

After a while, the design director came in and said in a deep voice, "I believe everyone has heard that the company has a very difficult customer and is very tricky. A lot of design companies who accepted this list were unable to hand over a design that satisfied him. This customer is extremely important to the company, so we have to get this list. "

Johann had just arrived and was only doing some chores, so he naturally did not know about this.

"I will send you the customer's identity and requirements later. It is still within the company first to compare the script, the winner's work we will then hand to the customer. This internship assistant also needs to be involved, to assist the designer, performance will be used as a reference for performance appraisal. If the trainee wants to stay, then make good use of the opportunity. "

"The design draft will be completed in a week. If there are no other problems, then the meeting will end."

Ling Li suddenly opened her mouth and asked with dissatisfaction, "Why is the intern assistant qualified to participate?"

The design director said coldly, "This is the superior's arrangement."

Ling Li did not say anything. She turned her head and cast a sidelong glance at Qiao Yifan, and said in a low voice as if she was warning him, "Don't hold me back. I will definitely win this contest."

Joanna:...

Today could be considered as a peaceful day, so Qiao Anxiao was finally able to get off work on time.

Just as he was about to clean up the mess, he saw Ling Li's signature pointed shoes appear in front of her. Qiao Anxiao raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.

"You want to leave now?" Ling Li was displeased. "Come and help me."

Qiao Anxiao could not help but be surprised. He had thought that Ling Li would definitely exclude her. He would not even let her into the workshop. Now he actually wanted her to help him?

Qiao Anxiao was stunned for two seconds before quickly following her into the production room.

In order to focus on creating and preventing "reference," every designer has a separate studio where they spend at least half the day when they need to draw a design draft.

For some reason, even though this was his first time in such a creation room, Qiao Anjiao still felt that he was familiar with the tools and models inside.

Although Fu Siming had once mocked her for it, that thought in her heart had yet to disappear …

Had she really never done architecture before?

Ling Li said, "Alright, let's take a look at the customer information."

After handing her the customer's documents, Ling Li returned to her seat and concentrated on her work, while Qiao Anzhi kept quiet and sat aside.

Looking at the document in his hand, it turned out that the client this time was a famous painter who was planning to build a small memorial hall to pay tribute to his dead wife.

He and his wife met when they were young, then married, the relationship has been very good. When he was young, he was just a poor little painter without much fame. He couldn't even maintain his basic life, and it was only because his wife had always been by his side, encouraging him to help her that he had achieved what he was today.

However, just as he was making some progress, his wife died due to an accident. He had promised his wife that one day, when he became famous, he would set up an exhibition hall and hold his own painting exhibition.

It was a pity that his wife couldn't wait until then …

According to his understanding, he wanted to make up for his past regrets and fulfill his promise to his wife.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ling Li's design. He had to admit that she was indeed very skilled. In the preliminary draft design, she was rather colourful and stressed on technique and artistry, but... I ignored the attachment of my emotions.

Qiao Anxian watched and wanted to speak, but restrained himself and did not say anything.

"Say what you want to say." Ling Li put down her pen and said, "I would like to hear what you have in mind."

This is what you asked me to say!

She cleared her throat and said, "I don't know if you've noticed, but even though it's about fulfilling one's wish and having an exhibition, the request isn't from the gallery. It's from the memorial hall. So I think, the customer's nostalgia is far more important than this exhibition, and your color seems to be a bit too bright and bold. "

Ling Li's heart went cold. She felt that perhaps what Qiao Anxian said was reasonable, but her pride did not allow her to admit that Qiao Anxian's words were correct.

"Hmph, I thought you had some brilliant ideas, but it's just so-so." Ling Li disdainfully said, "I've been a designer for four or five years, and I graduated from a first-rate architecture design institute. How can I not know this better than you? I felt that colors should be so matched, that they should take this irregular geometry to reflect the higher levels. "

"But his feelings for his dead wife …"

"What kind of feelings?" Ling Li sneered, "He already has the wealth and reputation he has today, what kind of woman does he want? Do you think he cares about a dead woman? That was just a hoax. Everyone felt that he was a righteous painter … Do you know how easy it is to sell a loyal person these days? "

Seeing her so insistent, Qiao Anxiao simply let her go. In any case, the suggestion had already been made, and it was Ling Li's business whether she listened or not. It could be considered as peaceful or not, but after Qiao Anxian made his suggestion, Ling Li naturally did not like her and allowed her to get off work.

On one hand, she felt that Qiao Anxiao's words were not completely unreasonable, but on the other hand, she could not let go of her face and did as she was told in front of him.

In the end, she had still defeated her rationality for face, and she also felt that her judgement would not be wrong.

As soon as she returned home, the servant brought the kitten in front of her and said, "Madam, this kitten is fine. It can eat and bounce, but it's not afraid of humans at all."

Seeing this little fellow, Qiao Anxiao's heart was filled with joy. She took the kitten and held it in her arms. The kitten gently rubbed its head, closed its eyes in comfort and mewled.

"Are you the little angel that God sent me? So cute … "

Qiao Anxiao happily smiled, his eyes curving into a beautiful arc. However, the next second, he saw Fu Siming appear before her, and his smile immediately disappeared …

He suddenly turned his gaze to the cat in her arms and frowned.

"Why is this cat still here?"

Seeing his unfriendly face, Joanna immediately shielded the kitten, fearing that he would frighten the little fellow again, as he had done last time.

When the originally well-behaved kitten saw Fu Siming, it seemed as if it recognized him. It fearfully shrank back into Qiao Anzhi's embrace, but instead revealed its head and bared its fangs at him.

He took two steps closer to her and said lightly, "It really is a cat following its owner."

Qiao Anjiao was stunned for two seconds before he realized that something was wrong. This was mocking her!

Before she could retort, he said, "Throw the cat out. I don't want to see it again tomorrow."

"Why?" "But it's just a cat, how could it be a hindrance to you?"

"No cats are allowed at home." "If this cat is still here tomorrow, don't blame me."

Qiao Anyun whispered, "How ridiculous, didn't you have a cat before? Why can't I keep it? "

She had heard from the servants that he had once owned a cat and had somehow died. Could it be that he was afraid of getting into trouble?

So Qiao Anxiao tried again to say in a courteous tone, "You see... "This cat is so cute, leaving it behind can comfort you …"

Before he could finish his words, Fu Si Ming roared, "Stop mentioning cats to me! If it's still here tomorrow, I don't mind throwing it for you! "

With that, Fu Siming turned and left.

Joanna clicked her tongue twice. She was even more convinced that it was because of the death of the cat she used to keep and the psychological trauma that followed.

Of course, she didn't know that Fu Siming's cat had been killed by "her before she lost her memories" after being given some venomous cat food.

She lowered her head and said to the little fellow in her embrace, "It seems like I can only send you away first."

Judging from Fu Siming's attitude, it was impossible for her to raise a cat.