Try changing my plan again?

▍What a coincidence, we meet again

To live or to die, sometimes it is not a question, because many times people are forced to die.

In order to solve the problem of launching into the water, Ruan Mian traveled here and there earnestly, promising to solve the problem within a week, and they will also be responsible for the matter of getting into the water. The delayed time will be paid at [-]% of the contract price every day. Smoothed it out.

But the fleeting time is unfavorable, everything is inappropriate, and those big and small situations follow one after another.

In the following time, Ruan Mian almost became a human-shaped spinning top, running around various construction sites all day long, solving all kinds of strange problems.

It was already a week later when he made up his mind to discuss with the manager.

After completing the water and electricity transfer, Ruan Mian hurried back from the villa area in the outer suburbs [-] kilometers away. He was covered in ashes and had no time to take pictures. The first thing he did was to rush to Gengwan Bay to perform an explosion on the spot.

"Miss Geng, I really want to stuff a bunch of blueprints into your mouth right now, you know?"

Geng Wanwan has been lying on the table, just woke up, a few textures of clothes fabrics were printed on his forehead, "... huh? I'm not hungry."

"..." Ruan Mian picked up the drawing and slapped it hard on the back of her head, "What about the size of the newly built and demolished wall? Is the location of the door opening for us to open randomly?"

Just as Geng Wanwan was about to open his mouth, his head was hit again.

"There is a potential on the three-meter-long kitchen console. What do you think? Where do you plug in the oven, microwave, and dishwasher? Where is the outlet for the clean water and the garbage disposal machine at the end of the sink? The villa pulls power strips everywhere at home!"

Geng Wanwan thought that something serious had happened, and was relieved to hear this, "Aren't I too anxious to pay attention to two sets of pictures a day...Anyway, you are going to explain the truth, and you must know what is right and what is wrong Should there be..."

"What is the drawing? It's your guy who eats! If you didn't make it clear when you explained it, or the electrician didn't take it to heart, and just followed the drawing? The drawing is very clear, and the problem is your fault, you Just wait for the money to plan the wall!"

Geng Wanwan shrunk his neck, blinked and blinked, not daring to speak.

Ruan Mian let out a long breath and softened a little, "Am I being too fierce?"

Geng Wanwan nodded pitifully.

"You are the one who is fierce! You are in a daze all day long, can you still be my assistant forever? Sooner or later, you will have to do everything independently, don't say you know me, it's shameful if you're like this."

"No, I will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. I can't deny you. Master has worked hard."

"...It's hard work to have a villain like you."

Ruan Mian hastily typed up the apprentice who couldn't finish cleaning up, and squatted at the door of the office for an hour before waiting for the manager of the center who always came late but left early.

Before he could open his mouth, the plump manager put on a blossoming smile and let him in.

"I'm back, sit, sit, I heard that I went to the hospital a few days ago, is there anything wrong? Oh, our little Ruan is a treasure in the world, the pillar of the Seventh Center, please take good care of it."

Ruan Mian, "..."

"Don't sit on that one! It was stepped on by the fresh air repairer just now, it's very dirty!"

Ruan Mian pulled a stool casually and was about to sit down when the manager yelled at her, and she dangled her buttocks in a neither awkward nor embarrassing way.

He looked at his gray clothes, stretched out his hand and patted it, "...I think I'm much dirtier than the stool."

The manager showed a gratified smile again, "It's really hard work, I brought some wild ginseng from my hometown, just to nourish your body."

After speaking, he took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the cabinet behind him, and was about to hand it to Ruan Mian.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Ruan Mian counted, not waiting for time, and said seriously, "I came to you to ask for half a month's leave. I'm not in good health recently, and I want to rest for a while to adjust."

The smile on that chubby face suddenly collapsed, and the fat hand that handed the gift box took it back calmly, "Oh...is it so serious?"

"Yes, the doctor said I was going to die suddenly."

The manager put the expensive wild ginseng on the desk farthest from Ruan Mian, "The doctor is the most evil thing, you can't believe it at all, young man, it doesn't matter if you persist."

The implication is that you have to kill the silkworms until they die.

Ruan Mian scratched her chin, feeling very aggrieved, but she really didn't have the courage to say "I don't care anymore".

He didn't dare, because he desperately needed money, unlike the kind of solitary person who could rush in wantonly, at worst, he would go blind and drink the wind to sleep in the bridge hole.

Seeing Ruan Mian lowering her head as if protesting silently, the manager licked her lips, and then she got an idea, "Why don't I reduce the orders for you recently, so you can relax, trust me, young man You can't rest, once you rest, you will be useless."

Ruan Mian cursed silently in her heart, her heart was poisonous, her eyes were dark, her mouth was raised bluntly, and she smiled murderously, "Thank you, Manager, for your understanding."

Ruan Mian came out of the office with a sulky stomach, and Ruan Mian was not in the mood to work, so he walked around the company and greeted his comrades from all walks of life.

Relying on his popularity, he went around bluffing and defrauding. Wherever he went, someone gave him snacks, and when he returned to his work station, he was full of food.

He put his long legs crossed on the table, and his picky eyes fell on Geng Wanwan.

"The little girls don't dress up all day long, so let's put on some makeup. If you meet someone at the next intersection, you won't have time to regret it."

Geng Wanwan looked around numbly, and finally looked at her master.

Ruan Mian was born good-looking, and has completely inherited the good genes of her beautiful mother. She has a handsome face and a handsome face, but she doesn't feel sissy at all.

Especially those eyes, with long eye tails, which are very obvious when smiling, and are particularly attractive.

Although the height of 1.7 meters is quite embarrassing, but the legs that can't stand him are long and straight, and he can wear clothes.

But what's the use?

Even if he is poor and fastidious all day long, he dresses like a dog, and after a day at the construction site, he will be disheartened and lose his human shape, let alone those times when he works overtime continuously and his hair is disheveled.

As for the other colleagues, the only one who can compete with Ruan Mian in the skin is a facial paralysis.

Geng Wanwan was disheartened, "With all due respect, you are really not worthy of my cosmetics."

"..." Ruan Mian remained silent for half a minute, hesitated to speak, and finally pointed to her oily hair, "...I don't even deserve shampoo."

When she saw Geng Wanwan for the first time last year, Ruan Mian was extremely shocked, thinking that this is not recruiting an assistant, but this is recruiting a grandma.

A pretty girl who just turned 20 years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, delicate light makeup, carrying a five-figure bag, drove a Land Rover to the interview.

A standard rich second generation reeking of copper.

A year has passed, no one can really explain how she was harmed into what she is now.

It can only be said that the world is impermanent, and you need to be cautious in choosing a career.

Ruan Mian shook her head regretfully, picked up the cup to fetch water.

The area where Y·H receives customers is on the right hand side of the company's entrance.

There is a whole row of spacious and bright glass meeting rooms, each equipped with a large-screen high-definition TV, which is convenient for projection to show customers the plan.

On the complete set of coffee cups, there is a huge Medusa logo with black and gold shading, and the table and chair accessories are even more luxurious, all of which are top international brands.

Show wealth everywhere, and strive to overthrow customers from the momentum.

In the third room, the designer named Bi Rongxi who was talking about graphic planning was one of the top figures in Y·H, but it was a pity that he was not born at the right time, and there was always Ruan Mian in front of him who seemed to be desperate, He couldn't hold his head up.

Besides Feng Yu, Bi Rongxi and his assistant, there are three other people.

The old lady sitting in the wheelchair was graceful and elegant, her hair was neatly trimmed with silver silk, she was wearing a black tweed suit, only a piece of imperial green jadeite the size of a coin fell on her neck, she was neither overly flamboyant nor petty.

At first glance, she is a well-educated lady who has lived a good life all her life.

Sitting next to her was a man, a young man to be exact.

He leaned slightly in the lounge chair, lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone absently, not interested in listening to the lecture at all.

There is also a middle-aged woman who looks like a nanny. Anyway, it has nothing to do with her, and she only cares about playing ball and fighting landlords.

The old lady kept a straight face, and she didn't look too annoying. Although she was obviously dissatisfied, she would at least respond a few words, so as not to let Bi Rongxi sing a one-man show alone, so that she couldn't get off the stage in embarrassment.

It wasn't until all the plans were finished that the young man put down his mobile phone, tapped his index finger on the armrest lightly, and smiled politely, but politely too alienated.

"I don't know much about other things. How wide is the bathroom door on the first floor?"

Bi Rongxi didn't understand why he asked this question, he stuttered before answering, "Let me see... 740mm, the standard size of a bathroom."

"With this width, can an electric wheelchair pass?"

"..."

Obviously not listening, but you can pick out the fault with just one mouth.

This was entirely Bi Rongxi's negligence. He only thought about those flashy aesthetics and the quality of life that the rich wanted. He never thought about living in this house, and there was an old man who relied on a wheelchair.

With a width of 740mm, how is it convenient for a wheelchair to pass by?

The width of 740mm, a small detail, making such a low-level mistake, is destined to be a cold one.

"Let's stop talking today, thank you very much." The young man got up and motioned for the nanny to push the old lady up.

Bi Rongxi wanted to redeem him, but he didn't know how to speak, so he sat down dejectedly.

Feng Yu accompanied them all the way, his face was livid, he gave Bi Rongxi a slanted look, and followed behind to send them out.

The young man walked in front, and before he could turn around as soon as he stepped out of the conference room door, a person bumped into his shoulder head-on, causing him to stagger slightly.

Ruan Mian was knocked into a mess, she took several steps back and held onto the wall to stabilize her figure.

He covered his forehead and apologized quickly, but when he looked up, he found that the man looked at him a little bit delicately.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

The man pursed his lips slightly, and one side was slightly raised upwards. It seemed that there should be a playful expression, but it was placed on this man's face, but he was indescribably decent.

He has a capable temperament, and his shirt and trousers are well-cut and well-fitting, making him look taller and slender.

Ruan Mian, "Ah...? What a coincidence... What a coincidence."

The man looked down and saw his badge, "Are you also the designer here?"

Feng Yu, who had already lost all his thoughts, suddenly caught the dawn of a first-line student, and rushed forward, "Yes, Mr. Ruan is the chief designer of our company, so you know each other, hahahahaha, great, then sit down and start talking." Let's chat!"

Ruan Mian, "..."

Who the hell is he.

Ruan Mian was shoved into the conference room by Feng Yu, and she was in a daze.

He couldn't remember when he knew such a number one person.

But the clear woody fragrance wafting past is still somewhat familiar in a trance.

The author says:

The update time is 9:[-] p.m. If there is an accident, I will tell you in advance that the three-dimensional work can’t support the daily update. It will be updated five times a week, and it will be closed on Wednesday and Sunday for rectification...QAQ