She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

It's Lin Xixi, but she doesn't look like Lin Xixi.

The little girl who had always had a bun now suddenly changed her cute curly hair into a long hair shawl, and even her sweet and cute dressing style suddenly turned into a complete set of mature-style suits.

Even the color of the lipstick is no longer the soft pink it was before, but has deepened by two shades of red.

Even the apricot eyes under the sunglasses seemed to be twinkling with light.

Lin Xixi seemed to have changed a lot.

When she saw me and Yan Dong, she immediately took off her sunglasses and pretended to be surprised: "Ah, you are indeed Sister Nanxu. She takes the lead in everything she does. Even visiting the investor's sick mother, she is one step ahead of me. No wonder I No matter how hard I try, I can't please my aunt more than you do."

The tone was also soft and waxy, but the words coming out of Lin Xixi's mouth were not polite at all.

Probably because Zhou Hanzhi was away, she didn't even want to pretend.

But what made me even more angry was that even Lin Xixi felt that the reason why I showed up at the hospital was just to visit my "ex"'s sick mother.

By the way, in her words, she is the investor’s mother.

She emphasized this deliberately.

So how humble am I, Meng Nanxu, that I have to be ridiculed by these people one by one when I come to visit my relatives in the hospital?

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. My eyes fell on Lin Xixi, who held the keys to the BMW with her chin high, and said calmly: "Manager Lin may have misunderstood."

"Really? What did I misunderstand about Manager Meng?"

"The reason why I am able to please Auntie depends on this," I pointed to my forehead and said seriously, "If Manager Lin is envious, you can read more."

Hearing the sound, Lin Xixi's expression froze, and her face turned white.

I didn't want to get too entangled with her, so I looked at Yan Dong and turned around to leave.

But the next second, I heard Lin Xixi say again: "Yes, I am not as emotionally intelligent as Manager Meng. I have Professor Yan before me and Director Yuan after me. If I have time, I would like to ask Manager Meng for more guidance."

I can tolerate Lin Xixi's sarcasm, but it's very unreasonable for her to involve the innocent Yan Dong.

I immediately stopped, looked back at the little girl's pretending to be mature face, and said, "I can't speak of advice, but based on my understanding of the Zhou family, they probably don't like vases that can only be viewed. If Manager Lin has time, If you knock on the code a little more, if you can’t get your diploma, I’m afraid it will be difficult to get into the Zhou family’s door.”

Lin Xixi was suddenly choked by me and stood there blankly, her lips moving slightly up and down, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

I turned around and left without looking back.

After walking a few steps, Yan Dong's admiration sounded in my ears: "It's rare. After such a long time, I see you again, Nan Xu, leaving people speechless."

I stopped suddenly and looked at Yandong in surprise.

When their eyes met, Yan Dong immediately suppressed the smile on his face and said nervously: "I...did I say something wrong?"

"Have I ever quarreled with someone before?"

"In the sophomore debate, you came on as a temporary substitute and beat the Chinese department to the point where it was unable to fight back," Yan Dong said excitedly, "It was about the debate about which is more important, love or bread, remember?"

Under the reminder of the harsh winter, memories rush in like a valve opening.

How could I not remember that in that debate without much preparation, I categorically described love as more important than bread, as if I wanted to offer the most beautiful hymn to Zhou Hanzhi, in front of more than a thousand people in the multimedia hall? Audience, no inhibitions about expressing my emotions.

At that time, I was flamboyant and wanton.

But when I think about it today, it feels like a dream.

But I, who was so young and full of energy, projected a lot of energy and beauty on a man.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate.

"Nan Xu?"

Yan Dong's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at him doubtfully and heard him say: "The old man called me just now. My third uncle said he would go back to the garden to listen to music on the weekend. How have you... thought about it?"

I looked at Yan Dong calmly, then thought about Zhou Hanzhi's warning yesterday, and hurriedly avoided his eyes.

When I get home, I might just listen to a piece of music, but there are other possibilities.

And my plan does not allow any small accidents to happen.

Just when I was about to refuse, the cell phone in my bag rang.

The call was from Yuan Tianye.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, a clear and sweet voice came out of the receiver: "Sister, what happened? Why haven't you come to work at this time? My brother is waiting to report to you."

His voice was already soft, and when he raised it, there was an invisible hint of coquettishness.

"I'm on my way," I pinched my eyebrows awkwardly and said, "Let's chat at the company."

"Okay, then I'll wait for my sister to come back~"

Yuan Tianye made the ending sound long and soft, and I don’t know if it was intentional.

When he raised his eyes to look at Yan Dong, he clenched his fist with one hand and coughed lightly.

I guess he couldn't stand Yuan Tianye's coquettishness, so he said again: "The company has been busy recently, so I may not be able to listen to music on weekends. I'm sorry."

Yan Dong paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take my time next time."

Half an hour later, I turned back to the company. As soon as I entered the door, I was blocked by Yuan Tianye.

The boy looked me up and down for a moment, then asked with a raised eyebrow, "Isn't my sister a model worker? What's delaying the model worker from going to work?"

Look at this cleverness.

I didn't answer directly and brought the topic to work: "Has the protagonist image been completed?"

"Of course, don't look at who I am."

Upon hearing this, I immediately called everyone into the conference room.

I naturally had no doubts about Yuan Tianye's working ability, but when I saw the images of the four protagonists appearing on the projector, I was shocked.

The completeness of character design, detailed depiction and range of movements are all perfect. He even details the silhouette relationship between the characters and the coordination of the background. He is worthy of being a famous Qashqai in the circle.

At the end of the discussion, Yuan Tianye's work was unanimously approved by everyone. Even someone like Wu Ling, who is extremely picky about art, was convinced.

We handed the news to Zeng Zhi and agreed to go to Rongyu to report to Zhou Hanzhi the next afternoon.

I think as long as the character image is finalized, other progress can be caught up.

One day later, Wu Ling, myself, and Yuan Tianye came to Rongyu together.

Because we had made a reservation in advance, the front desk took us directly to the conference room.

But what everyone didn't expect was that we actually waited in the conference room for an extra hour, but Zhou Hanzhi was still nowhere to be seen.

Although Zeng Zhi's explanation was that Zhou Hanzhi had something to do and was on his way back.

But after Zeng Zhi explained, we waited for another forty minutes.

Wu Ling and I began to lose our composure, and Yuan Tianye became even more furious and wanted to leave the scene in anger.

"The talkative people at Rongdang Rongyu Capital don't even have a basic concept of time. I don't want such a partner!"

After Yuan Tianye spoke angrily, he dropped the documents in his hands and left.

I immediately got up and chased after him, but saw the door of the conference room suddenly opened.

Zhou Han walked in with a dusty face, his sharp eyes fell on Yuan Tianye's face, and he said solemnly: "As expected of a well-known original painter in the industry, his temper is greater than his ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Tianye's expression immediately changed. A fierce look flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and he said dissatisfied: "Does Mr. Zhou's style of doing things rely on subjective conjecture? You haven't even read my works and you rely on them." What are you making unreasonable comments about?”

Zhou Hanzhi glanced at Yuan Tianye indifferently and said, "Isn't there a saying in your circle of original painters? Works are like people, Director Yuan, after all, he still lacks a little patience."

I thought that this afternoon's report might not go so smoothly, but I didn't expect that Zhou Hanzhi would not only be two hours late, but in the end he would criticize Yuan Amanye in front of everyone.

But Yuan Tianye clearly didn’t say anything wrong.

Seeing that the lava-like anger was about to surge out of this kid's eyes, I took a step forward, blocked him behind me, and said calmly: "President Zhou said that we lack patience, but what about you? Is it professionalism that you lack? ?”