Who hasn't loved a few scumbags

Song Jianian obediently stood there waiting for Lu Shaoyuan. A few bold girls ran over and asked him for a QQ number. He smiled and refused to give it.The girls didn't bother, and Song Jianian left without giving.Lu Shaoyuan came back in his sleek Porsche Cayenne soon, but the quiet boy in the passenger seat was no longer there.

Lu Shaoyuan parked the car in the parking space in front of the Shambhala store, and stepped in.

"Mr. Lu!" Song Jianian couldn't help shouting.

"Why, don't you come in?" Lu Shaoyuan turned around and looked up to the second floor by the way to see which seat was better.

"But I just finished eating."

"I thought you wanted to discuss the project."

Song Jianian immediately changed his expression when he heard the words, "Yes, I was indeed not full just now." Then he followed into Shambhala, "It would be great if you could treat me."

Lu Shaoyuan glanced at him and nodded.

Song Jianian didn't expect that the seat Lu Shaoyuan picked was the one he had just used, so he sat back on that chair, facing the waiter's slightly strange eyes, Song Jianian ordered another tea.Lu Shaoyuan ordered quickly, and after turning to the first page, he selected a few dishes, and he was done.Song Jianian was almost certain that this guy must have never eaten in Shambhala.

The tea was served earlier than the food, and Song Jianian pretended to drink tea.In fact, he doesn't eat much, and he was already full just now. If Lu Shaoyuan hadn't caught him with work, he would not have forced himself to come in.

Song Jianian attaches great importance to this project, not because he wants the quota to go abroad at public expense. If he wants to study abroad, he will have many opportunities to exchange it when he is an undergraduate, so this quota does not mean much to him.For him, he wanted a success to prove to Song Hanyu that he no longer needed to study.He has the ability to start working and start entering the workplace.He didn't want Song Hanyu to treat him like a child who hadn't grown up.

"Mr. Lu, about the project..." Song Jianian spoke with some difficulty, but Lu Shaoyuan on the other side was indifferent, as if he didn't intend to start the conversation first.Song Jianian cursed inwardly that he was indeed a rookie, neither could he restrain his anxiety, nor could he find topics to lead the conversation to work naturally.

The waiter came over to arrange the tableware for Lu Shaoyuan, followed by the little brother who served the dishes.Lu Shaoyuan glanced at the dishes before turning his head and said to Song Jianian, "I'm listening, you can start now."

Song Jianian looked at his empty hands, then at the dishes on the table, and felt a sense of powerlessness that "a clever woman can't cook without rice".He thought for a while, and asked the waiter for A4 paper and a pen. The waiter asked him what kind of pen he needed, and he had to say anything, preferably a pencil.

Song Jianian watched the waiter leave, and turned around to see Lu Shaoyuan's half-smile expression on his face, which made him feel depressed.

Song Jianian found it very strange. He had gone to many seminars with He Chenxue to meet with the owners before, and he was also forced to put them on the shelf in front of the representative of the marketing planning department of the other party to give a mid-term report on the project.At that time, although I was extremely nervous, it was not like it is now. Every move seemed to be stuck, with an inexplicable and inappropriate panic.

Probably Lu Shaoyuan made him feel too much like Song Hanyu.

Song Jianian comforted himself like this.

Lu Shaoyuan eats in a very rhythmic way, he will pick up every dish, and he doesn't mean to favor any dish, making it hard to guess his preference.If such a person is not extremely calm and self-denying, he is a terminal patient of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Song Jianian suddenly felt that Lu Shaoyuan was not like Song Hanyu at all.Song Hanyu clearly hates and hates eating. He is picky eater and won't move a chopstick if he doesn't like food.However, under the extremely harsh environment, Song Hanyu's young master's disease can still be cured temporarily.

Song Jianian looked at Lu Shaoyuan in a daze, and subconsciously grabbed the chopsticks at hand and put a dish into Lu Shaoyuan's bowl.

"This is delicious, would you like to try it?" Song Jianian even put on a questioning tone, but the food had already landed on the ball of white rice.

Lu Shaoyuan looked at him with a very subtle look, and ate the dish with chopsticks in Song Jianian's slight nervousness.

Song Jianian was suddenly very happy, and the nerves and muscles that had been tense before also relaxed.After the waiter delivered the pen and paper, he drew pictures with great enthusiasm.

In fact, the preliminary design of the library has not been fully completed.Many details cannot be fully displayed in one picture.Song Jianian could only let Lu Shaoyuan see it as clearly and completely as possible.

Unlike the last failed conversation in Lu Shaoyuan's office, which was full of difficulties and non-cooperation, the atmosphere of this discussion was quite good.There was nothing out of Lu Shaoyuan's mouth that made people feel angry, and Song Jianian was almost moved to tears.

Song Jianian explained the design concept and practical effect to Lu Shaoyuan every time he drew a partial detail. His sketching skills are very good. He was the best in the whole grade in the sketch class that year. He can draw straight lines and simple curves without a ruler.He lightly and skillfully outlined a three-dimensional drawing of a building in front of Lu Shaoyuan, as if even the drawing paper became lighter.

Song Jianian probably doesn't know how he feels when he is concentrating on painting. People who are serious and hardworking often exude the most attractive light.

Lu Shaoyuan couldn't help but look at Song Jianian's face, and then was drawn back by Song Jianian's eloquent words.

To be honest, Lu Shaoyuan didn't care about the library project at all.He was originally dispatched to the frontier and exiled to this school, with resentment in his heart.In addition, he will return to work in the company soon, so he doesn't want to care about the school's affairs.And in his opinion, it's just a small library, as long as it's safe enough, it doesn't matter what it looks like.He Chenxue said that he has no objection to handing over the work of design drawings to the students.It's just that he didn't expect to meet someone from the Song family for such a trivial matter.

Song Hanyu's group is quite famous in the circle. Although he lives next door to Chu Wenshan and is a young boy, he is far inferior to Song Hanyu in terms of relationship.He heard that they were really life-and-death friends, and he didn't know whether they murdered together or set fire to each other. Their personalities were different, but their friendship was hard to beat.He had heard of Song Jianian's name a long time ago, but he had never had the chance to meet him.Earlier when people talked about this Song Jianian, he had a strange face, and said that he was not to be provoked, he looked bullying, if he moved a hair, the pack of wolves behind him would eat you alive.Song Jianian only plays with Song Hanyu's gang, and never attends other people's parties and gatherings, and Song Hanyu will never bring him here.In short, it is mysterious to the extreme.Some people secretly said that they were a group of worker bees protecting their cubs all the time.

Now that he accidentally saw Song Jianian, what he wanted to do the most was to ask Song Hanyu, how did you, a carnivorous wolf like you, raise such a white little rabbit.

But he can probably understand why the lions in the prairie like to tease small animals, and it feels good to tease them.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu?"

"Ok?"

Song Jianian looked over suspiciously, Lu Shaoyuan still had that zombie face, and he wasn't sure if Lu Shaoyuan was really listening or just in a daze.Lu Shaoyuan's eyes flickered for a moment, and his eyes fell on the blueprint in Song Jianian's hand again.

"Could you please tell me again about the lighting and the distribution of the reading room?" Lu Shaoyuan said.

Song Jianian pursed his lips, not knowing what Lu Shaoyuan was thinking, so he had to repeat what he said just now.

"So, have you considered the audience of this library? It was built for middle school students, that is to say, it doesn't need to have the design of a university library or a city public library that forces others to meditate. On the contrary , I think that in order to attract these students who are rich in leisure time to read books in the library, we need to add more fun.”

Lu Shaoyuan emphasized again: "What's more, we are a noble school."

Song Jianian frowned and looked at his drawings. It was a very "library" design, which obviously did not meet Lu Shaoyuan's requirements.Lu Shaoyuan's words almost overturned all their previous design ideas, that is to say, everything had to be redrawn.

Song Jianian thought about staying up late to draw pictures before, thinking about design drawings until his hair would fall out, but now he had to start all over again, and felt bitter in his heart.

He took a sip of tea, crumpled up the blueprint and threw it into the trash can.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, for letting you see such an immature drawing. We will reimagine the design when we go back."

Lu Shaoyuan raised his eyebrows, "I'm looking forward to it."

Song Jianian felt that he would never come to this Shambhala again.

Lu Shaoyuan ate a lot and was about to leave soon.Lu Shaoyuan said he wanted to send him off, but Song Jianian felt that if someone in the school accidentally saw him being with Party A, it would be bad, so he wanted to refuse.Then I thought, who can see it in the car, and whoever sees it will know that this dog-like man is the damn Party A.So, Song Jianian, who didn't really want to squeeze the subway, got into the black Cayenne.

It's [-]:[-] in the afternoon. It's not a commute, nor is it a special time. The road is not very congested.The road back to Song Jianian's house was even smoother.The car stopped in front of his house, and Song Jianian noticed that the door of his house was open, and he didn't know who was going out.

He thanked Lu Shaoyuan, opened the door to get out of the car, but everyone was already standing outside the car, so Lu Shaoyuan called him to stop.

"What's wrong? Mr. Lu." Song Jianian turned around.

Lu Shaoyuan suddenly leaned over and rubbed his hair, "Work hard, young man."

Song Jianian froze for a moment, and nodded his head because he didn't understand, feeling very baffled.He closed the car door, walked towards the gate, turned around and saw Song Hanyu's black Maybach parked there, like a bloodthirsty black warrior.

For some reason, Song Jianian actually felt like being caught in bed.He must have lost his head.

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