his little rose

In the end, Song Chao did not go to work in the design department of BBL. After all, Albert gave him PASI under the watchful eyes of everyone.Everyone knew that he would succeed PASI, and it was impossible for him to stay in other companies. Of course, BBL couldn't be so stupid as to cultivate an opponent for free.

Fortunately, although there are some good and bad in PASI, there are still top designers with real materials and good character.Song Chao started as a small designer in it. At first, those designers were worried that he was playing big names and didn't teach him wholeheartedly.

Later, it was the Song Dynasty who worked hard and had a sincere attitude, so that the director of the design department recognized him and began to teach him.Of course, as an apprentice, being scolded bloody by the master often happens, and sometimes it can make the Song Dynasty, who has always been well-behaved and docile, go into a rage.He quarreled with the director with his hips on his hips, and then failed, wilting like a lost rooster.

Isn't this nonsense?How can a fledgling newcomer in the Song Dynasty stand against a well-trained design director?

Today, he was reprimanded as usual, which almost didn't make Song Chao cry.His super combat power was completely useless in front of the director. Although many people in the design department comforted him that at least he was the only one who survived the director's mouth, he was still unhappy.

Albert stopped the knife and fork in his hand, looked up and suggested: "Why don't you discuss it with him? It's just that the design concept conflicts. It's better to speak softly than harshly. Let's take a step back."

Song Chao glanced at him listlessly, picked up a piece of water spinach with his chopsticks, and stared at the emerald green water spinach, this thing is very precious here.I feel sorry for him every time I buy it.

Ugh!

Song Chao sighed, and took a bite of the food: "It's not about the design concept, we have compromised with each other in this regard. I admit that I do have some shortcomings, and I am too impatient."

Albert didn't know why: "Aren't you happy?"

"Ah!" Song Chao sighed heavily, and then he was heartbroken: "I didn't expect that I would lose to the director! I have never lost to others. No one can win me when it comes to lip service!"

Albert: "..." He seemed very proud.

Song Chao hurriedly finished the rice in the bowl, and ran upstairs: "I'm going to learn from my mother, and I will definitely not lose to the director next time! You wash the dishes tonight."

Albert: "..." Are you in a daze?

Little Arthur was wearing a small bib, holding a small rice spoon in his hand, looking at Albert questioningly with his head tilted, with rice grains still on his mouth.

Albert sighed, wiped his face and taught him: "Don't learn from your little dad. The priority is not the same now."

Little Arthur tilted his head: "??"

"Your sister spends Sundays at your grandmother's, so you sleep alone tonight."

Little Arthur: "What??"

Albert coughed a few times and rubbed Arthur's soft hair: "Good boy."

In the middle of the night, after Albert finished his official duties, Song Chao was still working on the design draft.Albert went to find him and dragged him back to his room, but Song Chao refused, saying, "I still have unfinished drafts."

"I'll finish it tomorrow. Isn't there still two days left?"

"No, I'm going to throw the design draft in the director's face..."

In the end, Song Chao went to work with his waist supported, and instead of throwing the design draft on the director's face, he was sprayed all over his face by the director's saliva.

After returning home, Song Chao broke out: "It's all your fault!! I don't have time to practice, and now I still lose to the director!"

Albert: "..." He thought Song Chao would blame him for delaying his drawing of the design draft.

However, Song Chao actually submitted the design draft on time, but the director was habitually venomous, and Song Chao habitually retorted.Then lose.

Song Chao viciously warned: "Don't touch me tonight! I want to practice!"

Albert: As long as you like it.Anyway, I just don't listen.

In the evening, the little rose was carried back to the room, and it bloomed several times delicately.

The author has something to say: Well, Xiaofanwai is very short, let’s add another chapter of Xiaofanwai tomorrow.