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Johann originally did not want to stop, but his words seemed to have magic in them, causing her to be unable to move a single step.

Hearing the sound of Fu Siming's footsteps coming from behind her, she tensed up as if she had done something shameful.

He circled around to her from behind and looked down at her without a word.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Anyan raised his eyes and looked into his eyes.

"How's the design?"

As expected, his expression was as if it was straining two or three hundred and eighty thousand yuan. He thought he was here to apologize to her.

Heh, Fu Siming would never feel that he was wrong, right? At this moment, he clearly should have apologized to her, saying that he had wrongly blamed her. Was it really that difficult to admit your mistakes?

"I will draw the blueprint. The three days we agreed upon will be three days, so you don't have to worry." "If there's nothing else, I'm going back to bed."

Fu Siming stood on the spot, watching her back with a complex expression in his eyes.

If it was before, he would have been furious, but today …

He was quite calm.

If she wanted to misunderstand, so be it. Only people without brains would need a clear explanation.

The next day, Qiao Anxiao had been in a daze for a long time.

Inspiration came like the tide. However, now that his mind was blank, he really didn't know what to do.

Around ten o'clock, when he passed by the study room, he saw a servant cleaning it. He stopped and asked, "Do we clean the study room every day?"

When the servant heard her voice, he turned around and saw her. He stopped what he was doing and said, "Yes, madam. There are a lot of books on the shelves, all of which belong to you. Don't let them fall to the ground, so you have to clean them up once a day."

Qiao Anxian walked over to the bookshelf and roughly looked at it. There were quite a few books on it, all of them of various types …

Did he have time to read so many books? she thought to herself. It couldn't have been bought and put there to put on an act, right?

If Fu Siming knew of her thoughts, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

She scanned and found several books on architecture.

These were translations or original versions of some foreign experts she did not have.

She reached for it, but could not reach it. Seeing this, the servant brought a stool over and said to her, "Let me help you, madam."

"No problem, I'll do it myself." Joanna put the stool down, climbed up, and reached for the book.

"Be careful Madam …" The servant was worried as he watched her wobble.

"What are you doing?"

A low and deep voice suddenly sounded out. Qiao Anxiao was shocked. His feet became unsteady and he was about to fall down. However, he fell into a warm embrace.

She opened her eyes and saw that it was actually Fu Siming.

He pursed his lips and looked at her with a pair of cold eyes. "Do you want to die?"

"It's all because you suddenly scared me!" She did not realize that there was a trace of anger in her tone.

Fu Siming did not continue speaking. He gently placed her down, but also had no intention of leaving.

The servant tactfully left the study.

After a while, he asked, "What do you want?"

"I can do it myself."

As he spoke, Joanna started to climb up the chair again, but was pulled back by Fu Siming.

"What are you trying to do? It's just two books, I can do it myself! "

It wasn't like she had no limbs. She wouldn't end up a handicapped person!

Fu Siming didn't expect her to be so angry. Perhaps it was because of what happened earlier …

His face also turned ugly. This woman was really petty, but in the end, she didn't say anything and turned to leave.

Qiao Anxian was completely successful. He discovered that he was still unable to reach the book, so he decided to give up on taking it. When she passed again in the afternoon, she saw the servant with the ladder.

As she walked over, the servant told her, "Sir, please let us rearrange the bookshelves."

Qiao Anxiao took a look and saw that the books were sorted and placed properly. The first book in each category even had a category name next to it, making it easier to see. The construction and design related books were placed in the most conspicuous and easy to get hold of position.

Was it for her?

She shook her head to clear it.

After a while, the butler came upstairs with a cardboard box. When he saw Joanna, he smiled and greeted her.

"Steward Zheng, what's in the box?"

"It was bought by the mister. I just happened to send it to you, so I moved it up with you."

"I'll help you," he said.

"How can this be …"

"It doesn't matter." Joe smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm at home, and there's no inspiration for the script. There's nothing else to do."

Opening the box, Qiao Anxiao took out a book. Inevitably, he was surprised. Is it related to architectural design, or is there another book? Almost twenty books, all of them in this area.

"Eh? When did you become interested in architectural design? "I've never seen him read anything like this before …"

Qiao Anjiao caught some information from the butler's words. Could it be … Was it for her?

It wasn't that she was unwilling to believe it, but rather, she was recalling everything that had happened before. How could Fu Siming be so good to her?

After the bookshelves were tidied up, Qiao Anxian looked at the books … No matter how he tried to guess, there was no other way. It was best for him to just ask the other party whether the other party gave it to him.

Flipping through one of the books, the lady seemed to have thought of something and a flash of inspiration came over her.

She had been looking for an innovative way of building, but she had overlooked the fact that what Smith wanted wasn't novelty, nor was it how gorgeous the stadium was. It was just that he wanted to present it to his dead wife, memories and memories were the most important.

So this time, what she needed was not the innovative building itself, but the care of the interior layout.

Inspiring, she went to the hotel to see Mr. Smith.

Smith looked at the man and asked, "It seems you've thought of something?"

"Nope." "However, I have a preliminary idea. If you think it is possible, we will try it out."

Smith sipped his coffee and said slowly, "Tell me about it."

Qiao Anxiao showed his preliminary design to Smith, who immediately frowned. This design was clearly not as good as the previous one.

"What do you mean?" Smith slammed down his coffee cup and said, "I'll give you only three days. This is already the second day, and you're giving me this kind of thing?"

"This isn't even the final draft." "I came here today to borrow something from you, an image of your wife."

"What do you want this for?"

"It's related to the venue." Qiao Anxian sold a piece of information, said, "If you trust me, I will definitely present you with a three-dimensional effect map of the stadium! But I hope you can give me two more days. "

Smith thought for a moment. "Okay, but I've only got one picture of my wife with me."

"Enough!" "Don't worry, you'll be satisfied with the design this time."

Smith smiled as he watched Joanna's back. Just before she came, someone else had come and asked for a few more days.

He had always known that a proud and even somewhat conceited person like Fu Siming would actually lower himself like this and personally come knocking on his door to negotiate conditions with him. It was truly surprising.

Things went much more smoothly than Joanna had expected, and she did not expect Smith to be so easy to talk to, nor did she make it difficult for her to agree to the request for a time limit.

Since that was the case, she had to make full use of the remaining time. This time, she would make Smith happy, not just for her reputation, but for her promise.

By the time he got home, it was already a little late. He turned on the computer and began to model. Every minute and every second was precious.

Before long, he heard a knock on the door. He had thought that the servant had brought him the midnight snack, so he opened the door without asking. He didn't expect that the person outside was Fu Siming.

As she was about to close the door, he quickly put his hand against the door and disappeared into the room.

Qiao Anyun really didn't want to care about him so he coldly said, "If you have something to say, just say it quickly. If you have nothing to do, then go. I'm very busy right now!"

He looked at her without a word, and the emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible to her.

"Fu Siming, thanks to you, I'm very busy right now. The main culprit didn't get the punishment that he deserved, but I am anxiously trying to think of a way to save the situation. Can you stop bothering me? "

"I'm annoying you?" Fu Siming sneered.

Had it not been for his promise of some compensation and benefit, she thought, that Smith would have given her so little time to spare? But now, they actually dared to find him annoying!

"Isn't it?" Johann pointed at his computer screen and said, "I'm going to model Smith right now, in three days, to make the design perfect."

Although she didn't want to say it, she still cared about it in her heart.

Qiao Yifan knew that she was not completely innocent when it came to the design. If it wasn't for his carelessness in handing it over without checking it, he would have avoided any changes.

Therefore, it was only natural for her to make these remedies. And out of a sense of responsibility to her clients, she would take care of it to the end.

But what about Ling Li? Shouldn't she be punished for doing such a thing? If we don't have enough evidence to stop the investigation, we'll be back at the company in two days.

She wasn't a saint, so how could she not care?

"You feel that it's unfair and wronged?"

"I didn't." "I just thought it was going to be the way it was going to be."

After a moment of silence, he said to her, "Not everything is reasonable and fair."

With that, the man turned and left her room.

Could it be that he wanted to tell her not to be too naive?

Annoyed, she raised the glass and, thinking that if she broke the glass, she would have to trouble the servant to clean it, put it back.

Okay, she knows! There's no reason for it to be fair, right?