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

"Oh, I've been sitting for too long, my feet are numb." Ning Xiaogu said, unable to suppress the sarcasm in his eyes, "Master Designer Sang, why did you move outside to sit with us?"

She casually touched the person next to her and said, "Don't you think so? This is not in line with the identity of a young lady."

"Sang, big, little, sister." She deliberately emphasized the word "Miss".

Sang Ran looked at her expressionlessly. She said nothing, trying to suppress her temper.

Sang Ran kept reminding herself: Don’t quarrel in the office, this is not a vegetable market.

Finally coaxing herself into submission, she quietly squatted down and began to pick up things.

Suddenly a hand reached out from the side and helped pick up the things.

Sang Ran looked up and saw Xin Beibei smiling shyly.

Sang Ran smiled back at her: "Thank you."

The girl shook her head: "It's okay."

The two of them quickly picked up the things and put them into the box, and used a broom to clean up the remaining glass shards.

Xin Beibei trotted over to get a broom used in the office. Just as she was about to sweep, Ai Xuan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

She stopped Xin Beibei: "Are you free?"

Xin Beibei felt everyone's gazes on her and lowered her head instantly. She adjusted her glasses and shook her head.

Ai Xuan said to Xin Beibei: "Whose assistant are you now?"

"Yours." Xin Beibei's voice was like a mosquito's hum.

Ai Xuan was very satisfied with her answer: "Since it is mine, I should take priority over it. Go and sweep the fabric on the floor of the cutting room. I will need it later."

Xin Beibei looked at Sang Ran apologetically.

She replied timidly, "Okay."

After saying that, he lowered his head, took the broom with a red face.

Sang Ran looked at Ai Xuan with amusement. There was no emotion in her eyes, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with her.

She put the box on Ai Xuan's desk, not caring whether it would crush her things.

She said, "Please make way, this is my seat."

Ai Xuan was a little confused. Wasn’t she angry?

Ning Xiaogu called Sang Ran from behind: "Hey, your cup is broken, aren't you going to deal with it? What if it pricks someone?"

Sang Ran didn't look back, just stared at Ai Xuan, urging her to make room.

Ai Xuan suddenly felt that Sang Ran seemed to be the one who got promoted, and she felt a little ashamed.

She stood up reluctantly and pulled out the documents from under the box.

He snorted coldly and tried his best to make his departure look more graceful.

Seeing that Sang Ran ignored him, Ning Xiaogu was so angry that he took two steps forward, pulled Sang Ran's arm and forced her to turn around.

Sang Ran's face was extremely gloomy.

Her eyes were cold and chilly as she looked Ning Xiaogu up and down.

Her gaze gave Ning Xiaogu goosebumps.

Why do I suddenly feel a little cold?

Sang Ran's lips moved slightly, and there was an indescribable laziness in his voice: "How to deal with it?"

"How about you teach me?"

She waited for Ning Xiaogu's teaching with great interest.

Ning Xiaogu choked, but still insisted: "Of course you picked it up with your hands. Don't you even know how to use your hands?"

"No." Sang Ran's face was full of sincerity.

Ning Xiaogu was furious: "Sang Ran, why are you so uncultured?"

Sang Ran turned around slowly without even glancing at Ning Xiaogu:

"Yeah, it's really unskillful."

......

There was total silence.

Sang Ran, on the contrary, was quite calm. She was bullied in the workplace, so what was the point of having good manners?

Whoever feels uncomfortable should clean up, so she naturally classified herself as a victim.

She also lost a cup.

Sang Ran opened the computer software and started drawing, forming a natural protective film around his body, isolating everyone.

The task assigned by Ai Xuan was to select one from the cloudy, sunny, thundery and rainy weather as the design draft.

Sang Ran looked out the window. It was a sunny day today. There were thousands of white clouds and the sky was a pure blue.

Occasionally a few birds circled.

After deciding on the theme she wanted to design, she selected the materials and determined the color and style of the dress.

My fingers moved the mouse quickly, but it was not very easy to do.

Sang Ran needs to avoid his previous design habits and try to change his design style to avoid the final product being too close to Angris's style.

This in itself is very difficult.

But Sang Ran still has confidence. She is always confident about design, and at least she can ensure that her work stands out among the company's immature designers.

Sang Ran had already drawn the first draft in the morning, and only needed to make some simple revisions in the afternoon.

As it was getting close to dinner time, my colleagues started to shut down their computers and go out to eat.

Yan Qi walked out of the chief designer's office with a puzzled look on his face. He looked around and saw the extraordinary Sang Ran mixed in the ordinary big office.

He came over and asked: "Why did you move out?"

Sang Ran curled her lips and smiled, but didn't tell him anything.

Seeing that Sang Ran didn't say anything, Yan Qi didn't ask any more questions. He pointed outside and said, "Would you like to have dinner together?"

Sang Ran agreed, turned off the computer, and followed him out.

Two people stood waiting for the elevator.

Yan Qi said, "I have arranged a blind date for you, and she happens to be nearby. Do you want to meet her?"

It was originally Sang Ran who requested it, but Yan Qi acted so quickly that she was not mentally prepared.

At this moment, I instinctively resisted.

However, since Yan Qi asked this, it meant that he had already told the other party about the situation. She couldn't just say one thing and do another and escape at the critical moment.

After thinking for a while, she nodded: "Is it 0 or 1?"

Let me ask about the situation first.

"0." Yan Qi replied.

The elevator arrived, and the two walked in side by side. Yan Qi explained as he pressed the floor button: "Although it's 0, you definitely can't tell from your appearance, and you have a good image. I told him you had a child, and he was very receptive."

Sang Ran didn't know why, but she always felt empty in her heart.

She didn't reply, but took out her cell phone and looked at the chat box with Pei Jingping.

Their conversation stopped at the good night he sent them last night.

As if by telepathy, she was looking at the chat box when the screen suddenly slid and a new message came in.

Pei Jingping: [Picture.]

Pei Jingping: I’m going to eat this today, how about you?

Sang Ran replied with her head down, following Yan Qi's instinct to walk out of the elevator.

She clicked on the picture and saw that it should be a restaurant. In the center of the picture was a bowl of ramen with a very beautiful appearance.

This was the second time Pei Jingping sent her a picture, the last time was in a bar.

Sang Ran: [Going out to eat with friends, on the way now. 】

Pei Jingping: [Male friend?]

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong and added another sentence.

Pei Jingping: [It seems like as a boyfriend I should ask this question. I see others say this.]

Sang Ran suddenly remembered that she was on her way to choose a marriage partner, and for no reason she felt a little guilty.

She thought it would be better to make things clear with Pei Jingping as soon as possible.

Sang Ran: [Yes, actually we just need to pretend in front of outsiders, we don’t need to pretend in private.]

Sang Ran: [Let’s find a suitable opportunity in a couple of days to officially announce our breakup. ]

The other party is typing...

The page didn't change, and Sang Ran felt as if a long time had passed.

It seemed like a century had passed.

Finally, before the end of the world, Pei Jingping sent a message.

Pei Jingping: [Sang Ran, why can't it be me. ]