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Although the long-lost meeting brought Zhang Yao a lot of shock, everyone is no longer a child. She knows that many things are far more important than those trivial old things. As soon as she returned to the design office, she devoted herself to the next project In the work of the project, she is so busy all day long that she does not touch the ground. Research with the team and communication with Party A are the burdens on her shoulders as the project team leader.

But fortunately, she was so busy that she had no free time to think about Shen Zhifei's affairs, so she was happy and relaxed.

"You, give me a copy of the renderings later, and send them to my work mailbox." Zhang Yao took the design draft submitted by her subordinates, and took a pencil to modify and modify the drawings without raising her head. Pointing to the little boy at the No. 2 station, he ordered the work, "I hope this time I won't be shown the renderings that look like stick figures of kindergarten children, do you understand?"

Many designers will modify the sketches thousands of times, and then use special software to draw 3D images on the computer. After the final draft, it will be made into renderings. The renderings are usually the final proofs presented to Party A. Can't tolerate any mistakes.

But the boy obviously didn't even do the rendering well, so he just threw the model drawing into the rendering and used it. Zhang Yao was so angry that he almost told him to pack up and leave.

Of course, Zhang Yao would not say such uncultivated words as telling people to leave. At most, she flew over with a sharp eye, and then used her unique cold voice to exert coercion: "Don't be an example."

The boy in position 2 blushed with shame when he received the team leader's expressionless look, his head almost got into the table and lowered, he said in a low voice, "Okay, no...it won't be Miss Yao."

Zhang Yao raised her eyes and passed the sketch in her hand, "The few places I circled are unreasonable, you can think about it again, the rest will continue to go deeper, I will see Ercao tomorrow, is it okay?"

Zhang Yao at work may not be as approachable as in normal life, she is vigorous and rigorous, especially when it comes to design professional issues, she is like a well-designed robot, and there must be no small omissions. Maybe it's the reason why no one dared to refute the shortcomings she pointed out.

Because what she pointed out was not thorough enough, there was no way to refute it.

Ye Qi, who had just been revised by Zhang Yao, is a girl who just graduated from university. She is still in the internship period, and she is still in the stage of listening attentively. In particular, Ye Qi, like Zhang Yao, both graduated from G University. She is still Zhang Yao's loyal little fan girl. She read a lot of Zhang Yao's works when she was in college, and even asked the teacher to borrow Zhang Yao's workbook to learn her design concepts.

So even if Zhang Yao is not praising her now, she still feels that the senior sister seems to have a golden light all over her body, the dazzling kind.

Ye Qi was taught humbly, and after receiving the manuscript, she smiled at Zhang Yao, a little shyly: "Thank you, sister."

Here it is again, Zhang Yao lowered her head and smiled, correcting her tirelessly: "Didn't you say you shouldn't call me senior sister? You can just call me sister Yao."

She has been graduating for several years.

Besides, she didn't like the title at all.

It always made her feel dazed, as if time went back to those days in high school. At that time, Shen Zhifei was only as tall as Zhang Yao's ears, and would follow her to ask chemistry questions, calling her "senior sister" repeatedly.

"Okay, Sister Yao." Ye Qi looked at Zhang Yao's smiling face in a daze for a moment, and then murmured.

Senior sister is so pretty.

Ye Qi returned to her work station and began to revise the design plan. Zhang Yao's side was finally cleared up for a moment. She fell into the leather chair, her tired brain was finally free, and she began to think about things uncontrollably.

Would Shen Zhifei be so restless?

Probably not, she has changed so much that Zhang Yao can't see through it.

Shaking her head to get rid of unnecessary distracting thoughts, Zhang Yao opened the mailbox and began to browse the inbox.

The working hours of the design office are relatively flexible. Sometimes they can be busy until late at night, and sometimes they are very free, and they can even leave work early.

Zhang Yao was so busy this time that it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and she came out of the design office rubbing her sore neck. Before she reached the parking lot, the mobile phone in her bag rang.

Usually no one will call her at this point.Zhang Yao was a little puzzled, but quickly found out the phone.

In the dim light, the word "Fang Han" was displayed on the incoming call display, and Zhang Yao paused.

Fang Han is Shen Zhifei's classmate and good friend. Although he was also a member of his club back then and had a reasonable relationship with him, he was just an ordinary friend who kept in touch these years.

She was dizzy for a second or two before pressing the answer button.

"Hey--"

"Senior sister, I'm sorry to disturb you so late." Fang Han said apologetic words, but his face was full of smiles, and he was still blinking at Wu Wanwan, who was waving wildly, "Are you free now?" ?"

"It's okay." Zhang Yao started to walk again, with an inexplicable expectation floating in her heart, she paused, and said, "I'm free, what's the matter?"

Fang Han gestured "OK" to Wu Wanwan, "Sister like this, we are at the Korean barbecue restaurant near our high school, Wanwan and I both drank some wine and couldn't drive anymore, can I trouble you Come to help?"

"Okay, wait for me." Zhang Yao hung up the phone, with imperceptible disappointment flashing across her eyes.

Since Fang Han and the others drove, Zhang Yao naturally couldn't drive her own car, so she ran directly to the gate, hailed a taxi and got in.

"Master, go to Experimental High School." Zhang Yao closed the door and nodded politely to the driver.

The driver master readily responded: "Okay!"

In summer, the nightlife in Linwan is actually quite rich. At least before midnight, you can still see pedestrians coming and going on the street, or office workers who have just finished their work, or student parties who have just finished school. There are few unemployed vagrants, they live in this city, and they also add vitality to this steel forest.

The whistling night wind was not as hot and steamy as in the daytime. Zhang Yao closed the car window on her side, put her hair that was blown by the wind behind her ears, and quietly watched the noise and bustle outside the window. .

Everyone has their own life, whether it is ordinary or wonderful, it is not only made up of love.

Zhang Yao arrived at the destination, scanned the QR code and walked into the barbecue restaurant after checking out, with a faint tiredness on her brows—she stayed up late last night.

Bypassing several tables of guests in the lobby who were chatting enthusiastically, a waiter stood in front of Zhang Yao, with a formulaic smile that was slightly impatient after a whole day on his face: "Miss, are you looking for someone still?"

Zhang Yao said coldly: "I'm looking for someone, room 1025."

The waiter stretched out his hand to lead the way: "This way please."

Let's talk about Fang Han.

It’s really not that Fang Han and the others poured Shen Zhifei. This person poured down two bottles of beer, not to mention pouring two glasses of white beer spontaneously just now. He fell asleep on the table within half an hour, and occasionally Two soft sobs.

Fang Han helped her up to tease her, "No, shall we wake up?"

"No, I'm going to sleep..." Shen Zhifei weakly moved his wrist, trying to break free from Fang Han's clutches.

Fang Han didn't let her go, pinched her warm cheeks, and said, "You're going to be seen like this by senior sister, are you ashamed?"

Shen Zhifei opened his eyes with difficulty, turned his eyeballs slowly, scanned the entire box, then leaned back to the sofa, took his hand from Fang Han's, curled his lips and said, "Liar, she's not here."

Fang Han listened to Shen Zhifei's weak voice: "..."

Is she acting like a baby? !

What the hell kind of spectacle is this? !

God, Shen Zhifei, this person can act like a baby? !

"I'm really...drunk too much." Fang Han swallowed back the dirty words that spilled out of his mouth.

Wu Wanwan patted Fang Han's shoulder with a smile: "Stop making trouble, senior sister will be here later."

"Hey, let's play for a while, Shen Zhifei must not know that he looks like this when he's drunk." Fang Han was very excited, rubbing his hands eagerly: "Feifei, why did you break up with Zhang Yao?"

"..." Shen Zhifei lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled quickly, and then regained his composure.

Fang Han changed the question: "Well, why do you want to chase her now?"

Shen Zhifei's mouth was tightly pursed, Fang Han thought she would not be able to speak, and when she was about to change to another question, she heard Shen Zhifei's light voice.

"Because I like her."

"Have you always liked it?" Fang Han stared at Shen Zhifei.

The corners of Shen Zhifei's mouth curled down, her hands clasped together on her lap were tangled together, her head was a little heavy, but Fang Han saw it, and she made a very inconspicuous nod.

"I'm so fucked..." Fang Han couldn't help it: "How can this stupid thing be so patient..."

After learning that Shen Zhifei and Zhang Yao had broken up, when Fang Han saw Shen Zhifei again, he was almost frightened by the man who was about to lose weight.

She remembered that Shen Zhifei was in a very bad state at the time, and he had no energy, as if all his energy had been taken away. She asked Shen Zhifei if he had encountered any problems, and said that everyone should work together to find a solution, but Shen Zhifei just He showed her a very reluctant smile, and said weakly, "It's okay, it's okay."

It will be two years later when I saw her again. Shen Zhifei was better then, but she seemed to be a different person. She could no longer see her clean and clear figure in high school. The fog was shrouded, and only she knew what she looked like behind the clouds.

Fang Han has always known that Shen Zhifei is a person who can hide things in his heart. She is actually curious, where is Shen Zhifei's extreme endurance?

Fang Han wanted to ask something else, but there was a knock on the door, Fang Han quickly sat upright and looked at the door eagerly.

The door of the box opened, Zhang Yao came in slowly, her eyes paused on Shen Zhifei for an extra 0.01 second, and then her eyes sank.

This slight change was caught by Fang Han, and she smiled secretly.

This time there was no wrong bet, Shen Zhifei would have a chance only if Zhang Yao cared.

Fang Han arranged all the staff well and decently: "Senior sister, Wanwan didn't drink, she sent me home, so you can send Zhifei."

Wu Wanwan, who guessed Fang Han's thoughts, swallowed her saliva to suppress the alcohol in her mouth, and echoed cooperatively: "Yes, I'm sorry, senior."

Zhang Yao looked helplessly at the way the two sang together, sighed softly, walked over and said, "Okay, it's just you who have more eyes."

That's right, she couldn't let go of Shen Zhifei.

But is it so obvious that these elementary school girls who don't see each other often can see it? ?