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She locked the door and sat back down at the computer to continue her modeling. This lasted the entire night. At daybreak, she managed to finish one-third of the task. After storing everything, she couldn't even be bothered to move. She just lay on the table and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the door to his room was opened. He was still wearing his clothes. Seeing that the servant was cleaning the room, Qiao Anxiao asked, "Did you open the door? "And these clothes …"

No matter how you looked at it, the clothes on his body looked like men's clothing. A servant came to dress her in some of his clothes?

What was this operation?

To her astonishment, the servant looked at her and shook his head innocently, saying, "Madam, the door was open when I came to clean. "This robe is on you as well …"

Fosmin's clothes had appeared on her body for no reason. Was it possible that he was not a servant?

"Is mister home?"

"He's here." The servant nodded and said, "Mr. An didn't go to the office today, so Assistant An came straight to the house."

Speaking of Assistant An, Qiao Anxiao remembered that when she woke up in the hospital in a car accident, it was Angel who carried her out of the hospital … The memories were still fresh in his mind.

She got up and went to the study, but there was no sign of him. She only saw Anjel standing there with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Madam." Angel greeted her.

Qiao Anyan nodded at him and asked, "Is he not here?"

"Director Fu, can you go out for a while? I'll wait for him to come back and sign the document."

From the corner of his eye, Joanna glanced at the document in his hand. She could clearly see the words on the cover. Although she didn't really understand it, from the looks of it, it should be related to the compensation.

"The one in your hand... A compensation agreement for Smith? " After hesitating for a while, Qiao Anzhi still asked.

An Jie didn't hide anything from her and replied, "Yes."

"How much will the company compensate him?"

"Actually, this is a supplementary compensation clause. It was proposed by Director Fu on his own accord."

"Do you mean that this compensation was not claimed by Smith himself, but was offered to him by Fu Sming?"

"Yes."

Even though Director Fu had repeatedly told him not to tell this matter to Qiao Anxiao, Anjie still felt that since he had done so, he wanted to let the other party know, so he told Qiao Anxiao everything.

"Before his wife went to see Smith, Director Fu went there and gave these conditions to Smith. He didn't intentionally make things difficult for you, so he gave you a leniency."

Joanna stared at Angel as if she didn't understand what he was saying. It was incredible that he would help her.

"Stop joking with me. He doesn't believe that I'm innocent at all, so how could he help me?"

"You shouldn't have said that about him." Angel looked at her seriously and said, "When the design went wrong, everyone thought it was because you, Madam, lacked the ability to draw the wrong design. However, Director Fu's first reaction was to let me investigate this matter. If he doesn't believe you, why should he want me to investigate? "

"He wants you to investigate …" Qiao Anyan whispered.

In other words, she misunderstood Fu Siming? At that time, it wasn't that he didn't want to believe her, but he was investigating the truth and trying to prove her innocence?

"There are many things that Boss Fu doesn't like to talk about, so people often misunderstand. Actually, he …"

"Cough, cough …"

When Fu Siming returned, he heard the conversation between Anjie and Joanna. He coughed lightly, walked into the study, took the documents from Anjie's hands, signed his name, and said to him, "You can leave now."

Angel knew that he had already said what he shouldn't have said. While CEO Fu was still angry, he hurriedly left.

As if Joanna didn't exist, he went to his desk and sat down to deal with his own affairs.

"You …"

"What's the matter?" Fu Siming lifted his head and glanced at her. He then lightly said, "If there's nothing else, you can leave. I'm very busy."

Was he trying to fight back? Are you angry with me for what I said to him last night?

However, after making such a big fuss of it, she was indeed quite embarrassed, so she decided to just put up with it.

"That... I'm sorry! " After mulling over it for a long time, Qiao Anxiao finally said what he wanted to say. He embarrassedly scratched his head and said, "I misunderstood you. "However, your attitude back then, I …"

When Fu Siming's sharp gaze swept past her, she immediately shut her mouth. However, she had no intention of leaving. There were some things that she had wanted to ask a long time ago, and it just so happened that she could ask them all at the same time.

"I have to thank you for the drafting." "I don't think I should take the blame for this pot, but since he chose my design draft from the beginning, I will naturally take responsibility for everything that happens to me. This is my professional ethics. "

"So?"

"Did you buy all these books specifically for me?"

Fu Siming cast a sidelong glance at her. He gave a light snort and mockingly said, "You're thinking too much." Although he said this, his face revealed a trace of unease.

"Words don't mean what they say." "Did you help me because you misunderstood me and felt guilty towards me, or was it just because you wanted to help me?"

Fu Siming couldn't help but frown. The person in front of him was getting increasingly greedy. It seemed that he had been too easygoing recently.

He raised his eyebrows and glared at Qiao Anxiao. However, he did not reply, but his eyes were filled with warning.

Qiao An, who had died a long time ago, had to come close to him. He blinked his eyes and asked: "Which one is it in the end? Speak! "

The next second, the man stood up and gently pulled her along, and they both fell into the couch.

Fu Siming looked down at her from above. It was unknown when, but his eyes that were originally pitch-black and emotionless had a hint of ridicule in them.

"You … What are you doing? " Normally, Qiao Anxian was quite eloquent, but every time he met Fu Siming … Hmm, but his words were not smooth and he stuttered.

"Answer your question."

"Ugh …" "Actually, I feel that there's no need to be so close to answering questions, I can't help but …" Joanna laughed dryly and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.

"You … "You are a hooligan!" Qiao Anxian said indiscriminately, but just as he blurted it out, he regretted it. What had happened the last time she'd said that to him?

As expected, when he heard this, Fu Siming's complexion paled. Joanna closed her eyes and waited for the storm.

After a while, there was no violence like she had expected. She only felt a soft warmth on her lips.

She suddenly opened her eyes and was shocked!

This is... Kiss her!

What was going on?

The worst part was that this time he was completely different from the last time he was in the car. There was less looting and control, and more gentleness.

She had forgotten about resisting and was instead immersed in it. Such a gentle Fu Siming was truly rare.

Wrong... What was she thinking?

Qiao Anxiao came to his senses and abruptly pushed aside Fu Siming. He was caught off guard and staggered, nearly falling down.

"You …"

She still had his breath on her lips, so she was confused. Seeing the coldness in the man's eyes, she turned around and left.

Not good, he had kissed her, the man's kiss on a woman!

Quickly returning to her room, she slammed the door, panting slightly. He felt a warm sensation on his cheek. Could she be... Shouldn't you blush?

No, I have to forget it.

Joanna shook her head and sat down to watch the computer, trying to concentrate on modeling, but the images were too much for her. The more she tried not to think about it, the clearer the images became.

Thinking back to what Fu Siming looked like just now … At that time, she didn't know why, but she had forgotten to resist. Even now, when she thought back to it, she still felt that kiss … It didn't seem too bad.

"He's going crazy!" Qiao Anyun could not help but curse in a low voice. That face of Fu Siming's was lingering in his mind, completely affecting the efficiency of her modeling!

Since she could not continue her work, she decided to just lie back down on her bed and sleep for a while. She covered her head with the blanket and warned herself that if she continued to think about that fellow, she would turn into a pig head!

For the next two days, Joanna was so focused on modeling that she didn't have time to think about what had happened that day. After all, finding a way to deal with Smith was the right thing to do.

By the end of the day, she had achieved a satisfactory result and was going to show it to Smith.

After an appointment with Smith in two hours, Johann changed into more formal clothes, put on a light makeup to show his respect, and took her computer downstairs.

Just as he reached the door, he bumped into Fu Siming who had returned. Since that day, although the two of them lived under the same roof, they had not seen each other much.

Each time Joanna got up, he was already out, or else he hadn't come home yet when she was asleep.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward …

Joanna took a step to the right, wanting to ask him to come in first before she went out, but he moved in the same direction as her with great tacit understanding.

She glanced up at him and took another step to the left.

Johann's head was filled with black lines as he looked at Fu Siming. When did the two of them have such tacit understanding? They were so synchronized!

"I'll go to my right, you go to your right." He took a step to the right.

Unexpectedly, Fu Siming didn't move. Instead, he calmly asked, "Where are you going?"

Johann raised the computer in Young's hand and said, "The model is ready. Today is the deadline. I'll bring it over for Mr. Smith to see."

Fosmin didn't say anything for a long time, but Johann became anxious. "Is there anything else?" he asked. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. after an appointment with Mr. Smith for two hours... "

She raised her hand to check her watch and said anxiously, "But there's only an hour left!"

How could time have passed so quickly? She had only washed up and put on her makeup for an hour?

"I have to go. It's not good to be late. It's not like you don't know, it's not easy to take a taxi here. " After a few words of complaint, Qiao Anxiao was about to leave, but was stopped by Fu Siming.

"Ask Little Wu to drive you." In the end, he added, "I don't use a car."

"I know, you don't need a car to be merciful to me. I understand that. I won't let my imagination run wild." If he could lend her a car, that would be for the best.

Back then, she took a taxi to the company every day, feeling sorry for her own car fare.