Chapter 110

"Of course!"

Wang can smiled and said, "you remind me of myself. Now in such an environment, there are few people like you who can keep your original heart and love design. So I hope you can grow up and inject a clear stream into the circle of architectural design. "

Qiao Anran told Wang can about his experience in nice. Wang can't help frowning, especially about Adrien.

"I can't imagine that they should do so. It's so lack of contract spirit!"

Qiao Anran said with a smile, "sister can, don't be angry. Now everything has been solved. There's no need."

Wang can paused. He remembered one thing and asked Qiao Anran, "have you come back to the company to see Lu Wanzhi?"

Joan ran shook her head: "no, I almost forgot if you didn't say it."

Lu Wanzhi

Joan ran hesitated at the thought of her.

What should she say when she sees Lu Wanzhi? She didn't want to show off too much, but she also felt that she and Lu Wanzhi had already known each other's thoughts clearly, and there was no need to pretend to be polite.

"Pay more attention to yourself." Wang can told me.

These days, Lu Wanzhi gives her only feeling: this woman is not as simple as it seems.

Qiao Anran is different. She has experienced so many things. Although she has grown up, she has never been sophisticated or malicious against anyone.

If Lu Wanzhi is determined to deal with her, Qiao Anran must not be able to get well.

"Don't worry, sister can, I know."

……

Outside Lu Wanzhi's office, she knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Qiao Anran pushed the door in, stood opposite the woman and said, "director Lu, I'm back."

Lu Wanzhi ignored her. He didn't even lift his head. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was writing or drawing.

Qiao Anran coughed and said again, "director Lu, I'm back from nice."

Lu Wanzhi still did not respond.

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll go back to work first."

Qiao Anran turned and was about to leave, but the other party said, "stop."

"What advice does director Lu have?"

Qiao Anran's tone is quite bad. Even if she has a good temper, she can't be bullied like this!

She didn't forget why she was so miserable in nice. Lu Wanzhi was behind it.

"I'm really sorry. I was too involved just now and didn't notice you." Lu Wan looked at Qiao Anran innocently and said with a smile, "don't be angry. Sit down. Now you are the great hero of the whole Antang."

Qiao Anran was not polite to her. He sat in the chair opposite Lu Wanzhi and said stiffly, "I don't dare to be a hero. I never thought about it. I didn't take this case to be a hero, just because I like the work of design. "

"Just like it?" Lu Wanzhi had a funny smile on her lips. She felt that Qiao Anran meant something, "you want to say that you like Fu Siming, not for anything else, right?"

"Director Lu, it's working time. I don't want to talk about personal issues."

"Now there are only two of us here. You don't have to be so hypocritical."

Lu Wanzhi sneered, "who doesn't know why you didn't have to marry Fu Siming."

Joan ran really didn't want to entangle with her. She stood up and said forcefully: "no matter what it is, it has nothing to do with this work. If you didn't ask me to come here to talk about work, I'll excuse me! "

Lu Wanzhi sneered, but did not continue the topic, but said, "OK, you go to work."

The reversal came too quickly. Qiao Anran thought they would quarrel here, but they didn't.

"Director Lu, do you still count what you promised me?"

"Now that I've agreed, I won't break my promise. Although I hate you, one yard belongs to one yard. As agreed, I let you become a formal designer. "

Qiao Anran still has doubts about Lu Wanzhi's attitude.

After all, when I was in nice, I wanted to find someone to embarrass her and make her fail the test.

But how can you promise so easily now?

……

Out of Lu Wanzhi's office, Joan ran was thinking about it all the way.

However, the next half month was calm and there were no waves in the design team.

Through the joint efforts of a group, the design drawings of St. Lauren Cathedral were finally finalized.

"God... I feel like I've been locked up for half a month. I'm finally released today!" A designer assistant stretched and sighed to his colleagues with the same dark circles around him.

"Who said no! But fortunately, it's finally finalized! I'm going to have a good time after work today. I'll go shopping to eliminate my hatred! "

Qiao Anran, as the person in charge, stood on the stage, bowed deeply to everyone and said, "we have worked hard for half a month. Thanks to our joint efforts, we can achieve results so quickly. So it's my treat tonight. How about going out and relaxing? "

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately received the response of many people.

But when she finally went, Joan ran was a little confused

Originally, she meant to invite the members of the group to dinner. Somehow, it passed around, becoming the whole design department, including Lu Wanzhi.

Sneaking into the bathroom and taking a look at his "withered" wallet, Joan ran screamed. She couldn't do it without borrowing money from her colleagues. The only person she could think of was Fu Siming.

"What's up? I'm... "

Before he could say the word "meeting", Fu Siming heard a woman's eager voice on the other end of the phone.

"Save a hurry?"

"What's the matter?"

"I......" she hesitated for a long time. "Just now, I was excited and said I would invite my colleagues in the group to dinner. I found... There was not enough money."

Fu Siming couldn't help laughing. After a while, he asked her, "when? Where is it? "

"Why are you asking?"

"You just have to answer. Don't worry about anything else."

"It's in a Japanese food store near the company... It seems to be called Gaoqiao or something."

"I see. You go first."

Before she finished, the other party hung up the phone. Joan didn't dye her hair, so she had to take them to the store to order.

Halfway through the meal, when everyone was drinking, President Fu came.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Anran came to him and asked in a low voice, "I just want to borrow some money from you..."

Fu Siming glanced at her and asked, "if money can come, I can't come?"

I didn't expect Fu Siming to come out like this. She didn't know what to do. The people in the design department basically drank wine. With the strength of wine, they did everything they didn't dare to do.

Then someone coaxed, "why did President Fu come? Don't you feel at ease, so come and have a look? "

Except for Lu Wanzhi sitting in the corner and looking at the scene in front of him bleakly, everyone else laughed.

Qiao Anran thought: it's over. These people drink wine and make fun of Fu Siming. I don't know what he's going to be angry!

A look back to see the man's face, but still as usual, even with a little smile.

When did Fu Siming, who has always been high and cold, become so close to the people?

"I heard that Ranran invited you to dinner. Come and have a look. "Not welcome?"

"Of course! It's our honor to have dinner with President Fu! "

Among the group, only Lu Wanzhi seemed out of place. She sat alone in the corner and looked at Fu Siming and Qiao Anran standing together, receiving everyone's ridicule and blessing.

She took a bottle of wine and poured several glasses.

"Fu and an ran are really more and more suitable. They are a pair of excellent people!"

Hearing this, Lu Wanzhi sneered.

She had heard this many times before Joan ran took Fu Siming away. It's just used to praise her and Fu Siming.

Now it's like this

After another few mouthfuls of wine, Lu Wanzhi looked at Fu Siming again. But his eyes never turned to her, not for a moment. Even if she treated herself like this, she still didn't get any attention from him.

"Director Lu seems to have drunk too much." Qiao Anran saw Lu Wanzhi paralyzed in the corner of the sofa and said to the man around him.

When she said this, she quietly observed Fu Siming's expression. He just glanced at it lightly and said, "Hmm".

"Just find someone to take her back later."

"That's it? She's yours anyway... "

Before she finished, she noticed a dangerous smell and closed her mouth.

"Why not?" Fu Siming looked at her with a smile. "What's mine? Go on. "