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Qiao Anzhi was a little nervous, but he could not explain it. It was as if he was waiting for his teacher to correct the papers, which made his heart flutter.

After looking at it for a long time, Fu Siming asked, "Where did your inspiration for the design come from?"

She stared blankly for a moment, and then slowly replied, "I searched for a lot of information about this painter on the internet and found out the story of him and his wife. This is where the inspiration for the design came from. The painter once said that his wife's favorite flower was the bright yellow Iris. That was the flower the painter gave to his wife when they confirmed their relationship … "

He thought he had something to say, so he stopped and looked at him.

"Go on."

Joanna said, "Oh," and went on, "So I thought, since the bright-yellow iris has such a meaning for them, then I want to incorporate the elements of architecture, decorations, carvings, and so forth. The whole structure is a hollow hemisphere, with a sense of modernity and soft lines, which is consistent with the painter's reminiscence of his wife. "So …"

It was the first time he had heard her talk so much. It was about architectural design. He didn't expect that she would talk so little to him. At this point, it was as if a light flickered in her eyes.

This was an expression that would never appear on Qiao Anzhi's face before he lost his memories. At this moment, Fu Siming felt as if his heart had been lightly struck by something.

Joanna was so engrossed in her narration that she didn't notice the change in Fu Siming. In the end, she subconsciously folded her hands and said with an envious sigh, "I'm so envious of the painter and his wife's feelings …" The ends of the earth will never change. "

He saw her eyes flicker, as if there were tears within them.

He didn't expect this woman to say something envious. When did she become so emotional? It didn't seem like she was faking it, but would her eyes really turn red because of someone else's story?

Perhaps … Could he try to get to know her again?

Soon, the deadline for the competition had arrived. Mr Qiao worries about his fate in the intern's exam and is curious about which designer's script will emerge in the end.

When she went to see him to get her back to the company, she thought it would be a struggle, but he agreed and asked the driver to take her back to the company.

There was nothing more joyful than this!

After going to the company, she went up to the ninth floor and saw that the people from the design department were all heading towards the meeting room.

Ling Li glanced at her and said sarcastically: "Oh, isn't this Assistant Qiao? "You haven't come to the company for so many days, why are you so free today?"

Qiao Anyun did not want to explain to her, he only lightly said, "Designer Ling, it's not like I was fired by the company, why can't I come to the company?"

After saying so, she walked towards the meeting room. Ling Li looked at her back, and gritted her teeth in anger. When she wins the draft competition, she will definitely give Qiao Anxian the lowest evaluation in the intern assistant performance evaluation!

In the large meeting room.

The design director presides over the meeting, which consists of three parts: the design presentation, the designer's statement and the final vote.

Ling Li was confident of her victory.

After the second round of presentations, the design director said a midfield break and then began voting. During the break, many people came over to congratulate Ling Li. She also smiled and said thank you for everyone's love.

In the end, Ling Li won without any suspense.

"This time's situation is special, so I need to go through Director Fu's approval before deciding whether or not to send the design over to the customer."

Ling Li smiled indifferently, as if this list was already in her pocket.

Joanna thought that Fu would not agree, but she did not expect him to actually pass.

When she got home that night, she couldn't help but ask him why.

"No reason." Fu Siming wore a nightgown and was currently reading a book in his study. He lifted his eyes to look at Joanna and coldly said.

"But …"

If he sent a draft of Ling Li's design over, it might be counterproductive, but how could he convince Fu Siming of his belief in her?

"Tomorrow, bring your blueprint and follow me to headquarters."

"Hmm?"

Qiao Anxiao was even more confused. What was this person trying to do?

The next morning, he actually sat in the car waiting for her.

There was nothing he could do. He took the design script and sat in the car. After a while, he asked, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Be quiet. You'll know in a while."

Johansson was taken to his office, which was neatly and neatly arranged.

"Let's go in." "Don't make a sound," he said to her, casting a sidelong glance at the lounge.

"Oh."

After hesitating for a moment, he obediently walked towards the lounge.

In the next few minutes, from the lounge, she heard voices outside.

"Mr. Smith, this is the venue design our company made for you. Are you satisfied?"

Smith, isn't that the English name of the painter?

Qiao Anyun only heard a furious roar, "I trust you. I gave you guys half a month, and you're giving me this kind of thing? This is not enough to satisfy me, not at all! "

She lightly sighed inside. If these people weren't willing to listen to her advice, then she couldn't be blamed.

"Don't be angry yet, we have another plan."

When Joanna heard him speak calmly, she wondered where there was a backup plan. Then, he realized that the design script was no longer by his side. Could it be that …

She felt bad! That was only a rough sketch. How could Fu Siming show it to his customers?

The woman came out almost without thinking, startling Mr. Smith.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said to Smith, "She's the designer for the second draft, Joanna."

Designer? Joanna wondered if there was something wrong with her ears. Just now, Fu said she was... Designer?

Smith seemed to have seen the design before. He stood up and extended his hand to Qiao Anxian with a smile, "I've seen so many designers. You're the first one to understand what I want. I'm very grateful!"

Qiao Anxian politely shook his hand. After being praised like this, he suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

She turned her head to look at Fu Siming, who just so happened to be looking at her. In just a split-second, he shifted his gaze away.

Ling Li was still waiting for the victory report, but she didn't expect that Anjie would come.

"Ander, why are you here?"

An Jie said with a stern expression, "I've come here today to announce a transfer order verbally on behalf of Director Fu."

Ling Li thought it was her promotion order, but in the next moment, after hearing Angel's words, her smile suddenly froze.

"The assistant trainee designer Qiao Anxian, the design drafts were accepted by the customers, for the company has obtained a considerable amount of resources. "Qiao Anxian changed from a trainee assistant to a trainee designer. He has an inspection period of three months and will be notified in writing."

"Is there a mistake?" Ling Li threw herself at Anjie and asked, "How could it be Qiao Anxian's blueprint? It shouldn't be my design that goes to the client, right? "

With a cold face, Angel said, "Designer Ling, this is CEO Fu's decision. If you have any questions, you can go and find him for feedback."

After saying that, Angel pulled the woman's hand away, turned around, and left.

In the evening, even after he returned home, Joanna was still recovering. And so her design script was accepted by the client... Even now, she still felt that it was a little unreal.

She had lost all confidence after being hit by the blow these past few days. This time's selection had finally allowed her to recover some of her strength.

However, this matter … She felt the need to thank him, and if he had not taken her to see Mr. Smith, she would not have had the opportunity to prove herself.

Thinking of this, Qiao Anzhi walked out of the study and politely knocked on the door.

"Come in." Fosmin's cold voice came from the study.

Qiao Anxiao gently pushed open the door and entered. He stood at the doorway and did not take another step forward.

"What's the matter?" Fu Siming raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

"That... I came to thank you. " After all, this was the first time he had expressed his gratitude to Fu Siming, so he felt that the situation was a bit awkward.

Afraid that her expression was not accurate, she added, "Thank you for taking me to see the painter today, and for giving me this opportunity."

However, Fu Siming didn't respond.

Qiao Anxiao smiled in a flattering manner and said, "Actually, you are quite a nice person …. It's not as cold as it looks. I think I may have to change my mind about you... "

Fu Siming was silent. He cast a cold glance at her, then used his eyes to threaten to silence her.

Change? The man sneered in his heart. In the end, he didn't know who needed to change their opinion.

After being coldly stared at by him, the woman curled her lips and thought to herself, 'This person is still as moody as ever. Forget it, I won't provoke him.'

"Then I won't bother you any longer. Go back to your work." With that, she turned and prepared to leave.

Before he walked out of the study room, the silent Fu Siming suddenly opened his mouth and asked in a faint voice, "Do you know the current situation of the Qiao Family?"

Qiao family?

Johann paused and turned around to look at him. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned the Qiao family, he still nodded and said, "Understood."

Isn't it just going to go bankrupt …? She already knew about this matter. Since she had no way of turning the situation around, she might as well just let it go bankrupt.

As long as he could earn some money, he should be able to raise his parents, right? However, Qiao Anyun didn't know that he was thinking too simply about this.

He didn't expect this woman to be so calm. After all, if the Qiao family collapsed, then Qiao An's position as a daughter wouldn't be preserved. How could she watch the Qiao family go bankrupt without doing anything?

"You have nothing to say?"

Qiao Anxiao shook his head, not understanding what he meant and looked at him suspiciously.

Speak? Did she need to say something?

Fu Siming narrowed his eyes. "You don't want me to help you, huh?"

She was rather surprised and couldn't help but suspect that this fellow had amnesia.

Back then, she had clearly asked him for it once. At that time, he hadn't agreed, but now he was asking her instead. Was he teasing her?

However, thinking about it, those words he said to her before when he rejected her didn't mean anything.

That's right … The Fu Family was not a charity. It was within reason that he did not help them. There was nothing wrong with that.

However, now that Fu Siming had asked this, it made Qiao Anxiao think that the Qiao family was dragging him down?

Therefore, the woman made a very clear and honest gesture.

"If you are afraid that the Qiao family will implicate you, why don't we divorce so that you don't have to worry."