“You are the leader of Team A, and I am the leader of Team B. We are both in the same position in the company! Song Miao, you despise the company’s upper-level arrangements, do you have some ulterior transaction with Huo Shi, afraid of me? Knowing, just left me in such a hurry!”
Seeing that there are more and more colleagues watching the excitement around, Fang Xin’s eyes flashed with jealousy, “Oh, I know, I said, why did Huo Shi agree to this project so easily? It might not be Song Miao. , With that Manager Liu from the Huo’s Project Department…”
She hesitated and stopped, seeing the contempt of Song Miao in the eyes of her colleagues, she became proud, “Song Miao, that Manager Liu can be your dad. It is old and ugly, and it is too bad that you can sacrifice yourself for the company. , But if in the end our company is not selected by Huo’s, wouldn’t you be a big loser?… By the way, I remember that you like President Chu? Become so cheesy… Ah-!”
“Enough said!”
Song Miao held the coffee cup and looked coldly at the woman in front of her who was scalded by the coffee.
There was a nausea in her heart, and the woman in front of her was Chu Shaoyan’s taste. For such a vain, stupid and poisonous woman, Chu Shaoyan would rather find her than herself. How much does he hate himself? ! To trample on your dignity like this!
“Ahhh! Song Miao, you…you bitch!”
Fang Xin is wearing a set of Chanel bought for him by Chu Shaoyan today, and the price of one set is equal to her one-year salary. Watching the brown coffee roll down from the neckline to the hem, drawn into ugly lines, she almost went crazy!
“Your mouth should be clean.”
Song Miao endured dizziness, did not have a hand holding the cup, and hung tightly on her side. “I was surprised that the design draft could be selected directly. But at the dinner last night, Mr. Huo discussed it with me. Design draft, you go to seduce Mr. Huo to show me? You said you are the leader of design group B, have you designed anything decent? If you don’t have the ability to design, just do what you have the ability to do! No one It’s in your way.”
No one in the company now knows that Fang Xin relied on President Chu to sit in the position of group B leader. Song Miao’s phrase “if you don’t have the ability to design, just do what you have the ability to do” is like a slap and a slap in the face. On her face.
Her face was suddenly ugly, “You…Song Miao, you…”
“What are you doing here without working?”
Suddenly a low and sharp voice broke the atmosphere of the circle.
Chu Shaoyan didn’t know when he came to the design department.
He was tall and straight, his face was serious, and he had an image of no anger and prestige. As soon as he stopped at the design department, everyone returned to his work station, except for her and Fang Xin at Song Miao’s work station.
As soon as Fang Xin saw Chu Shaoyan, his eyes were filled with tears of grievance. He trot to Chu Shaoyan and took one of his hands.
“Shao…Mr. Chu, you are here to comment. I just asked Song Miao about going to Huo’s to talk about the Tianqingshuiwan project last night. Why didn’t you inform me? Who knew she not only scolded me for not having real materials and unworthy Sitting in the seat of group B, I spilled my coffee all over. You bought me this suit. My favorite set…”
She bit her lip, her eyes were reddish, and she looked embarrassed and pitiful.
Song Miao touched his forehead, it seemed to be hotter than before.
She didn’t wait for Chu Shaoyan to say anything, and would not help her to say something nice no matter what, so she just sat back, took the draft paper, and continued to calculate.
“I will accompany you to buy a new set after work.”
Chu Shaoyan brought a deliberately gentle voice in a deep and clear voice.
Song Miao, who was working out a draft, was holding a pen, and his eyes suddenly became hot when the tip of the pen paused.
It turned out that even if you knew what the ending was, but hearing him comfort Fang Xin in person, it would still hurt in my heart.
Fang Xin was a little unwilling to let Song Miao go, but Chu Shaoyan comforted her a few words in a low voice and promised something before coaxing her away from this place.
When Fang Xin was gone, Chu Shaoyan walked to Song Miao.
He tapped her fingers on her desktop a few times, his tone was gentle and impatient, “Mom will let us go home tonight. Don’t leave after work.”
“I have something tonight.”
Song Miao refused without thinking.
“What’s the matter?” Chu Shaoyan frowned.