President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Song Runian agreed to the case, but emphasized that money must be paid.

"Of course, young mistress, my brother is still clear about it, not to mention that you are Mrs. Bo's wife, so I will give you money." Pei Yu hurriedly said.

This is the designer of Yulan. If the negotiation collapsed because he didn't give the money, wouldn't it be a failure?

When she heard that she was going to give money, Song Runian's expression softened, and she even smiled brightly.

When Bao Sibai saw it, the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

This woman is really a complete little money fan!

After finalizing the cooperation, the meal became much easier.

After dinner, Song Runian stood up, "Then I'll talk about the details of the cooperation when I go back tonight, I have to go now."

She has to go back to work.

"Young Mistress, I'll see you off." Pei Yu said quickly.

Song Runian waved, "Help me deliver Zhong Yi to the hotel where I'm staying. I can just take a taxi, and it's not too far away."

"I'll go play with you on the weekend, and take a look at the three babies. I haven't given them the presents I brought yet." Zhong Yi hurriedly said.

Song Runian readily agreed, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After speaking, Song Runian turned and left.

She went back to the company.

"Annie, I was looking for you, where have you been?" A colleague on the same floor came over and asked curiously.

Song Runian explained, "Sorry, I went out to eat."

"So that's the case, then hurry up and make ten copies of these materials, and then send them to the meeting room, we're going to have a meeting soon." The colleague handed Song Runian a large stack of materials.

This kind of work should have been done by interns or handymen.

Now it actually piled on Song Runian's body.

Song Runian was somewhat unhappy, but she didn't have an attack, and ran to the reference room to start copying.

After finally copying them, the materials were as high as a hill, and she spent a lot of effort to send them to the meeting room.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Annie." The colleague ran over to take it, and then pointed to the chair next to him, "You should also sit down and have a meeting together."

She too?

Song Runian quickly waved his hands, "I'll forget it, I'm just a designer, and I don't understand you."

"We also have revisions to the design drawings in this part, you just can give us some pointers." The colleague said.

Even the colleague stretched out his hand to grab Song Runian's arm, his big watery eyes flickered, not to mention how pitiful he was.

Song Runian: "...that's fine."

But in the next two hours of the meeting, the content of everyone's discussion was very boring, and there were not many drawings that could give advice.

Song Runian was almost drowsy.

Seeing this, the colleague kindly asked Song Runian to go out first, "I'm sorry, Annie, you should go out and draw icons. I was reckless today, and I will treat you to dinner later."

"It's okay, it's okay, you continue, I'm stupid and can't understand, that's why I want to sleep." Song Runian felt relieved, and quickly stood up and walked out.

Breathing the fresh air outside the meeting room, her whole body came alive.

But because the meeting was delayed, it was only an hour and a half before get off work.

This little time was not enough for Song Runian to settle down and enter the design atmosphere.

But it is not appropriate to leave early.

After thinking about it, Song Runian planned to go around the floors to see if his colleagues could give him some inspiration.

But as soon as he reached the adjacent floor, he was stopped by someone, "Sorry Miss Annie, you can't go in here."