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

Zhou Pinzhi's sudden appearance caught me by surprise.

He is a member of the Zhou family. It would definitely not be a good thing if Zhou Hanzhi and I were found together at this point.

After glancing warily at the crack in the door, my eyes fell on the man in front of me, and I motioned him to stay away from me.

But Zhou Hanzhi didn't know whether he didn't understand or was deliberately looking for trouble. Instead of letting go of the arm around my waist, he hugged me tighter.

"Mr. Zhou," I lowered my voice and said angrily, "please respect yourself."

Zhou Hanzhi frowned slightly, scoffed coldly, and whispered: "If you move around again, I can't guarantee whether the door panel will make any strange noises."

I raised my eyelashes and realized that the reason why Zhou Han hugged me tightly was just because he didn't want my body to come into contact with the wooden door.

Sensing my gaze, the man suddenly lowered his eyes, glanced casually, and met my gaze.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and I curled my fingers, forcing myself not to avoid this look.

Direct view at close range.

I thought that Zhou Hanzhi would shy away a little when he saw my staring eyes, but President Zhou didn't follow common sense. During the second when our eyes intertwined, he slowly approached me.

Does he want to take advantage of others' danger?

Just when our breaths were about to interlock, I turned my face away without concealing it.

The man's chuckle also pressed against my ears during this breath.

I glanced over with my peripheral vision and saw Zhou Hanzhi, who was calmly checking the situation outside the door through the peephole.

It turns out that he just came over just to get closer to the cat's eye.

But the look in his eyes just now was clearly fiery with a hint of tenderness.

I can't be wrong.

But at this moment, this second, Zhou Hanzhi happened to look like he had no desire and no need, which made the action I just avoided a little ridiculous.

Coupled with the slight joking sound coming from his mouth, I have reason to suspect that this man did it on purpose.

Thinking of this, I raised my right leg, pointed the tip of my shoe at the man's calf, and kicked him without any scruples.

Zhou Hanzhi groaned in pain, and his arm around me lost its strength. I took the opportunity to pull the door handle and opened the door in front of him.

Outside the door, Zhou Pinzhi was standing at the door wearing a warm orange round-neck knitted sweatshirt, looking at me with a kind face.

"Mr. Zhou, what do you want from me?" I opened the door ajar, not letting him in.

Zhou Pinzhi scratched his head and responded: "It's nothing. I asked the chef to prepare breakfast and I would like to invite Miss Meng to enjoy it together."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced indoors intentionally or unintentionally, and then fell back on my face.

"Sorry, there are still things at the company. Mr. Wu and I will leave in five minutes."

"That's it," Zhou Pinzhi said with a disappointed look on his face and a hint of grievance in his voice: "It's so rare to meet a friend who shares a common topic with me about food. It's such a pity."

Out of politeness, I said perfunctorily: "Let's make an appointment when we have time."

"Okay," Zhou Pinyi changed his face in a second, and his smile was a little childish, "Then I'll wait for news about Miss Meng."

Seeing Zhou Pinzhi's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, I pulled the door back, looked at the man behind the door and said, "He has left. Mr. Zhou, please help yourself."

Zhou Hanzhi looked at me condescendingly and said in a serious voice: "Want to make another appointment?"

My eyelids drooped and I said calmly: "This has nothing to do with Mr. Zhou..."

After a "bang" sound, Zhou Hanzhi rushed to me from behind the door and said with a dark face: "Meng Nanxu, what is your purpose?"

"No."

"Meng Nanxu, you can deceive others but you can't deceive me."

Listening to Zhou Hanzhi's determined tone, I raised my eyelashes again and said lightly: "If there is really a purpose, Mr. Zhou, a normal woman in her mid-twenties, does it count to have some affection for another person of the opposite sex of about the same age? Calculate?"

Zhou Hanzhi's pupils shook when he heard the sound, and he squeezed out a few words after a moment: "Meng Nanxu, you..."

"Mr. Zhou, please invite me," I opened the door without hesitation and continued, "There will be more tenants soon, so don't miss Mr. Zhou's Qingyu."

Zhou Hanzhi left angrily.

After closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. When I opened my palms, I was sweating.

Sure enough, each member of the Zhou family was more difficult to deal with than the other.

However, after this incident, Zhou Hanzhi did not deliberately cause trouble to our company in the remaining days, and the two projects were proceeding in an orderly manner.

Just when I was secretly rejoicing, Chen Shuyao submitted his resignation inexplicably.

"I can't do this job. I painted the same scene back and forth ten times. I stayed up for four whole nights and was beaten again," Chen Shuyao cried to me and Wu Ling with two dark circles under her eyes. , "Mr. Wu, Manager Meng, I really can't hold it anymore."

Chen Shuyao comes from Guangmei, one of the eight major art academies. Although she cannot compare with Yuan Tianye, who became famous at a young age, her professionalism is still very high. She can be driven crazy, which means there must be something going on here.

Wu Ling's guess was that it was related to Lin Xixi, so after comforting Chen Shuyao, I called Lin Xixi over again.

"Sister Shuyao is resigning?" Lin Xixi looked surprised and asked, "Why?"

I told Lin Xixi about Chen Shuyao's complaint, and she sighed after hearing it. "Sister Nan Xu, it's really not me being picky this time. It's just because Han Zhi beat me back for this drawing."

I was a little surprised: "I heard that ten drafts were revised? Is this what Mr. Zhou meant?"

"Yes," Lin Xixi glanced at me timidly and said, "Actually, I think the last two drafts are almost complete, but Han Zhi still feels it's inappropriate."

The draft that Lin Xixi agreed to was unexpectedly rejected by Zhou Hanzhi, and he repeatedly revised it ten times.

Is this not even giving the sweetheart face?

The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. After asking Lin Xixi to send the manuscript to my email, I reported this strange situation to Wu Ling.

"Zhou Hanzhi's criticism of us is reasonable, but he won't find fault with Lin Xixi." Wu Ling also looked suspicious, "Have you given any suggestions for revision?"

I also asked Lin Xixi this question, and her answer was this: "It doesn't feel right, and I have to change it."

If this reply were given to me or anyone in the company, Zhou Hanzhi would be suspected of looking for trouble, but it happened to be given to Lin Xixi.

This means that there may be something really wrong with the drawing itself.

After returning to the office, I repeatedly studied Chen Shuyao's drawing - a scene of the game protagonist on vacation at the beach.

The scene was taken from a beach spot in the ports around Beijing and Hong Kong. In the painting, the golden beach shines with warm light under the afterglow of the setting sun. The waves gently lap on the shore. It seems that you can hear the melodious sound and smell the oncoming waves. The salty sea breeze.

To be fair, this painting by Chen Shuyao can be rated 90%.

So where does the problem occur?

After thinking about it, I finally focused on the plot setting of the game.

In "Monogatari", when the protagonist and the player go to the beach for vacation, the relationship has heated up to the point where the game player can choose to sleep with the protagonist or go their separate ways.

But this has nothing to do with the drawing.

The clouds were moving slowly and the sun was setting in the west. I thought about it from day to night, but I didn't have any ideas at all.

I thought about it, and instead of wasting time here, I might as well go directly to Zhou Hanzhi for the answer.

After hesitating for a moment, I dialed Zhou Hanzhi's phone number.

After a while, the phone was connected, and the man's distant tone came out through the receiver: "Is something wrong?"

"I really have something to ask Mr. Zhou," I didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point, "What made Mr. Zhou dissatisfied with Chen Shuyao's rejected drawing?"

After the question was raised, I listened carefully to what was happening on the other end of the phone, but for a while, Zhou Hanzhi didn't say a word.

I guess he didn't want to tell us the answer.

But I wasn't in a hurry, so I waited patiently.

It wasn't until Xiaoya knocked on the door and came in to deliver the documents that I heard Zhou Hanzhi say, "Meng Nanxu, you don't remember?"

"I've been suffering from rhinitis and allergies for the past two days. I didn't mean to be lazy, wuwu~"