The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Sang Ran explained: "You can only blame yourself for being stupid. You were so naive that you thought that President Yan would find a vase to connect with the company's important projects."

"Even you know how important these projects are to the company, so how can you think that President Yan is not as good as you?"

Sang Ran picked up her phone, checked the time, and raised an eyebrow at Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded and left first.

Then she said indifferently: "Idiot."

He raised his foot and followed Yan Qi away.

Ai Xuan stood there in a daze, digesting the information in Sang Ran's words.

The people around saw the two people walking away and quickly surrounded them:

"Ai Xuan, which work is yours?"

"So what does she mean...eh? What does she mean?"

"You two made a bet, and she didn't tell you what the loser did."

Yu Xiaogu glared at Ai Xuan fiercely: "What an idiot."

He has no ability and just knows how to cry. I really don’t know how such a person was recruited into the company.

The table that Sang Ran had been leaning on just now belonged to Xin Beibei. After she left, Xin Beibei did not participate in the gossip, but lowered her head and kept writing something in the notebook.

Yanqi Company is located on a busy street, with many restaurants and cafes downstairs and a shopping mall nearby.

This is an old-fashioned restaurant, with wood-colored decoration as the main feature. Each table is separated from the other, and the warm lighting inside the restaurant is not too bright, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

The two of them chose an empty seat and sat down. The overhead light shone onto Sang Ran's cold and beautiful face and hit her tall and delicate nose.

Yan Qi sighed: "Which window did God close for you?"

When he saw the work that Sang Ran casually sent to him just now, he excitedly shouted "Wow" in his office.

Unfortunately, Sang Ran only came to his company to help, and he had no right to use her other works except the designs required for the project.

Sang Ran watched Yan Qi add water to her quilt.

She took it with both hands, nodded slightly, picked up the glass and took a symbolic sip.

Then he slowly said, "You haven't confessed to your family yet?"

Yan Qi paused while ordering the dishes, smiled bitterly, lowered his eyes and shook his head:

"I'm an only child, and they're too old to accept it."

Sang Ran nodded: "What are you going to do in the future?"

Yan Qi: "Let's take it one step at a time. Maybe I can find someone to have a marriage of convenience."

He handed the menu to Sang Ran: "What about you? What are your plans?"

Sang Ran tapped the water cup with his fingers:

"No one is watching over me now. I'm just a wild child. Just do what you want."

She added: "Instead of pinning my hopes on something as illusory as love, I'd rather do my best to complete the project for you. Maybe our President Yan will be in a good mood and give me some bonus."

Yan Qi: “…”

Yan Qi: "You are really ruthless in fleecing me."

He took the menu, waved to the waiter, and handed the menu over.

Sang Ran smiled.

Yan Qi got down to business: "I'll ask Xin Beibei to sort out the information of the person in charge of the Alim project and send it to your email later, but that person in charge is a bit difficult to deal with."

He gave Sang Ran a heads-up first. Everyone in China who has worked with this brand knows this.

This person in charge behaves strangely and likes to invite people to his home to discuss cooperation.

It's not that he has any dirty intentions, but no one has figured out his intentions so far.

Sang Ran nodded thoughtfully: "Who is that Sun Yi?"

Yan Qi suddenly realized that he had not yet explained to Sang Ran: "She is a top female star in China and has a strong influence. This time, Alim customized a series of clothes for her and held a fashion show for her. This is also to increase brand awareness."

"But I heard that she's acting like a big shot in private."

Yan Qi scratched his head: "I have an appointment with the person in charge this afternoon. Can you do it by yourself? Do you want me to accompany you?"

As they were talking, the waiter came with a wooden cart serving the food.

Sang Ran stopped what she wanted to say, and waited until the waiter left before she smiled and said:

"Why haven't I seen you so polite in a few years?"

She joked, "You're not going to hit on me, are you?"

Yan Qi was shocked and raised his voice suddenly: "What do you want to do to you?"

He couldn't help shaking his head: "Don't be funny."

Sang Ran: "I thought you wanted to have a marriage of convenience with me."

Yan Qi sneered, but his body finally relaxed: "Don't worry, I can't afford to offend you."

Sang Ran had an expression that said "what else are you talking about?"

Yan Qi sighed and said, "I'm not afraid that you'll suffer a loss from the person in charge. I'm afraid that you'll lose my order."

Sang Ran picked up a piece of fish and put it in his bowl: "Don't worry, I'm no longer the arrogant Sang Ran I used to be."

Yan Qi agreed with her words and nodded:

“It’s really different being a mother.”

......

Sang Ran used his lunch break to study the information of this person in charge.

Qiao Chang, male, 45 years old, shareholder and general manager of Alim Company.

He likes to invite people to his house to discuss business, but most of the deals fail.

He has a daughter who is in college. His information is complete, and there are also several photos of her.

The main content of Sang Ran's negotiations was to determine the project investment amount, design theme, and precautions that needed to be avoided.

Because she is the design director, her participation in the discussion can achieve better communication results.

Sang Ran is not afraid of clients who have demands, but he is afraid of clients who say they don't care. As a result, the design draft has to be revised again and again, either because they are not satisfied with the color scheme or don't like the elements.

When she was working part-time abroad, she revised the manuscript thirty times just because of a layout issue.

For buyers, they don’t care how famous you are. They don’t study fashion, they only care about whether they like it or not.

It is difficult to satisfy everyone, so revisions are common.

After lunch break, Sang Ran took Xin Beibei to a taxi to Qiao Chang's community.

As soon as she got on the car, Xin Beibei took out her notebook and began to look through the contents on it.

Sang Ran was a little curious: "Why do you write down everything others say?"

Xin Beibei raised her eyes and smiled shyly:

"I'm not very smart and I'm not very good at communicating with others, so I wrote it down to see how others talk."

Sang Ran's mouth twitched, but he still nodded respectfully.

Qiao Chang lives in an upscale neighborhood in Kyoto.

Find the building you are in, enter the elevator, and press the floor button.

Xin Beibei kept taking deep breaths in the elevator.

Sang Ran looked at the slowly ascending elevator, somewhat worried that she would suck away all the little air in the elevator.

She turned her head and looked over: "Are you nervous?"

Xin Beibei's face was full of seriousness, and her expression was more resolute than that of a soldier heading to the battlefield. She nodded several times.

Sang Ran pursed her lips.

This assistant...is quite amazing.

The elevator was not fast, but it was not slow either, and it stopped at the floor where Qiao Chang's house was.

There was only one household on this floor, so Sang Ran didn't need to look for it and just walked over and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the person who opened it was a man with messy hair and wearing a striped shirt.

I don't know whether to call him a man or an old man.

Because almost half of his hair was white and very long.

The man was putting on his shoes and looked surprised when he opened the door.

Sang Ran bowed slightly and introduced himself: "Hello, I am the design director of Only Design Company. Is Mr. Qiao Chang here?"

The man seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Oh," with a long tail sound:

"That's me. Luckily you guys came at the right time, otherwise I would have gone out to play mahjong."