Revenge President's Counterattack Wife

Yang Xiaoyun stared at the design drawing without speaking for a long time, Song Yanran had no choice but to remind her, "Miss Yang is still satisfied with this design."

Yang Xiaoyun cleared her throat, concealing the admiration in her eyes, "No matter how good it is, it's plagiarism. There's nothing to be proud of."

"Miss Yang, I have emphasized many times that I did not plagiarize..."

"Then how do you know that I like butterflies and use this as a design theme?"

"Before I designed it, I found out about your preferences online and knew that you like butterflies, so I specially designed this set of jewelry for you."

Yang Xiaoyun nodded, feeling that Song Yanran still cared about her, so she handed over the design drawing to the assistant.

"Well, I'll take the design first, and wait for the notification when I go back."

After Yang Xiaoyun accepted the design drawing, Song Yanran was so happy that she almost jumped up, she still had a chance.

Just now Yang Xiaoyun looked fascinated by the design, she felt that her chances of winning were great!It seems that today's injury is worth it.

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The next morning, everyone in the company was called to the conference room for a meeting. Sitting in the conference room, Song Yanran was rather nervous. She knew very well that it would be announced who Yang Xiaoyun had chosen for the design and who would be the chief designer. .

Fu Sheng walked in and announced the start of the meeting.

"Let everyone come today, I believe everyone knows what is going on, so let's not talk much, we will directly announce the result."

After a pause, he continued, "Ms. Yang called me personally last night to tell me her choice. Who did she choose?"

Fu Sheng left everyone with a suspense, everyone was looking forward to Fu Sheng's result, and the four finalists put their hands together in front of their chests, hoping that the lucky one would be themselves.

"Now it is announced that the winner is Li Mei! Come and let us congratulate Li Mei together."

As he spoke, Fu Sheng took the lead in applauding and congratulating Li Mei. Li Mei proudly stood up to accept everyone's congratulations.

Song Yanran couldn't hide the disappointment on her face, but she still applauded and congratulated Li Mei. Life is a long journey, and it's just a failure. She can afford to lose, and she will definitely win back next time.

"Okay, everyone be quiet." Fu Sheng made everyone quiet down.

"I said before that whoever wins this competition will be the chief designer of our design department. Now I announce..."

"Stay here." Secretary Zhang interrupted Fu Sheng, and walked into the meeting room with Luo Tianren.

Luo Tianren subconsciously looked for Song Yanran in the conference room, and found her in a corner, and his eyes never left Song Yanran.

When she saw him, she immediately lowered her head. They had said goodbye not long ago, and now the two have nothing to do with each other. She wants to control the feelings in her heart and not let him stir up her love for him.

All of Song Yanran's evasions fell into Luo Tianren's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel sad. He hadn't seen her for several days, and he missed her very much, so he wanted to take a good look at her.

But he didn't expect that she was so unwilling to see him, she didn't even glance at him. Are they really going to be strangers?

As soon as the president entered the office, he just stood there and said nothing, so Secretary Zhang had no choice but to speak on his behalf.

"Excuse me, I heard that Ms. Li Mei won the victory, and the president wants to personally present Designer Li with the exclusive title card of the chief designer."

After speaking, everyone looked at Li Mei with envy. The president is super rich and handsome in everyone's eyes. Everyone wants to get close to the president. If they knew that the chief designer could get close to the president, they would fight with all their lives.

Seeing Luo Tianren personally award the professional title to Li Mei, Song Yanran felt sore in her heart, and her hands under the table were tightly twisted together.