The Pillow of the Bad President

dealer.

The air in the morning is a bit cool, but the morning light is very bright.

Zhuang Qintong came out of the bedroom fully dressed, and when he passed by the next room, his footsteps paused slightly.

Her room has a good orientation and plenty of sunlight, but compared with this one, it is still not so good. Before, she wanted to talk to Mr. Zhuang and use this room as her design studio, but the other party took the first step Gave it to Hao Yan.

Zhuang Qintong's eyes were frosty.

On the other side of the stairs is the bedroom of Zhuang Qingze and his wife.

The door was opened from the inside, and Lin Yin, who was wearing home clothes, came out alone and was about to go downstairs. When she saw Zhuang Qintong, she greeted her with a smile.

Zhuang Qintong smiled with red lips and said good morning, aunt.

Noticed that the bedroom door was open, and the room could be seen at a glance, the sheets were neatly laid out, except for Lin Yin, there was no sign of Zhuang Qingze.

Zhuang Qintong asked in surprise, "Is uncle not home? Where did he go yesterday and he hasn't come back?"

In the past two days, she has been busy with the selection of the GDA International Design Exhibition, and it was quite late when she returned home.

Last night, she heard the servant mention that it was Zhuang Qing who went out, but she didn't ask in detail.

Hearing this, Lin Yin nodded with a joyful smile at the end of her eyes, "Well, he went to a hot spring resort with Yanzi and the others yesterday, and he will stay there for one night."

Lin Yin understands her husband's feelings very well, and has been working very hard to eliminate the strangeness between him and his daughter, so seeing such good progress, she is also happy for her husband.

Zhuang Qintong's heart suddenly became sullen.

Such words, in her ears, are undoubtedly reminding herself of her current situation.

In the dealer's house, Zhuang Qingze and his wife treated her as their own child.

so what

Even if Zhuang Qintong changed his surname to Zhuang, he is not from the Zhuang family, and can only be a relative. The blood flowing on his body is not from the Zhuang family, unlike Hao Yan, who is Zhuang Qingze's biological daughter

It was okay before without Hao Yan, but with Hao Yan, her identity became embarrassing.

"Oh, that's right." Zhuang Qintong nodded with a superficial smile, lost his mood and continued to answer the conversation, just smiled and said, "Auntie, the preliminary quota for domestic candidates for the GDA International Design Exhibition is announced today, I have to go out early , I won’t have breakfast, I’ll be leaving first.”

The corners of Lin Yin's mouth moved slightly upon hearing this.

She thought of something to make a sound, but Zhuang Qintong's figure had already walked downstairs in front of her eyes, so she had no choice but to give up.

this afternoon.

The conference room of a certain cultural center was filled with many people one after another.

Zhuang Qintong sat in the front row, with his legs together and turned to one side, with a very good posture.

Today is the official opening of the competition for the GDA International Design Exhibition. After the preliminary declaration, based on the resume and works, the initial shortlisted places that are eligible to participate in the competition are announced, and then the final candidates will be selected among these people quota.

Most of the designers who were notified to be present came, the ratio of male to female was about the same, and there were people of every age group.

But it seems that there is still one missing.

"Who is the last person? Why hasn't he come?"

"It's annoying, I don't have any sense of time"

Several female designers in the back row got impatient and began to complain one after another.

Compared with other people, Zhuang Qintong didn't care much, he had a dignified demeanor, an elegant and self-cultivated appearance.

Surrounded by female designers who complained about their looks, they made her look more like a goddess. Seeing the contrast, other male designers couldn't help but cast admiring glances at her.

Five minutes later, the last shortlisted designer arrived late.

Hao Yan pushed open the door of the conference room, her hair on her temples was a little messy, and she smiled sincerely and apologetically, "Sorry, I'm late."

She came here in a hurry after receiving the interview, so she was delayed a lot on the way.

Hao Yan politely bowed slightly to express her apology, signed the list at the entrance, and then sat down at a seat at the back.

Seeing that everyone on the list has arrived, the person in charge of the clothing association walked to the front, picked up the microphone and cleared his throat, "Hey, everyone, everyone is here, I will officially announce the next election the rules of the game"

Half an hour later, the door of the conference room reopened.

The designers all came out one after another, Hao Yan picked up the mobile phone and bag on the table, and followed everyone to leave.

The meeting room is on the first floor, no need to take the elevator, just pass through the lobby and you will see the revolving door, the sunlight outside is spread on the snow-patterned marble of the office building.

When Hao Yan was about to walk to the door, there was the sound of rushing high-heeled shoes behind her.

She didn't look back, until the other party came to her and called out to herself, then she stopped slowly.

"Miss Hao, please stop"

Hao Yan turned around and looked at Zhuang Qintong with a puzzled expression, "Miss Zhuang, what's the matter with you?"

Zhuang Qintong held her tightly with his eyes, almost questioning, "Why are you here?"

Zhuang Qintong's eyes were full of shock when he saw Hao Yan finally pushed the door open and walked into the meeting room.

She was so shocked that she couldn't restrain the churning emotions in her heart.

At this time, Zhuang Qintong still maintained a dignified smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely deep, as if there was an indescribable chill rising from anger.

Hao Yan looked at each other with great interest.

It seemed that it was the first time that Zhuang Qintong saw such real emotions.

Zhuang Qintong also realized that he had lost his composure, quickly covered up his expression, and regained his tone, "I'm just surprised, how could Ms. Hao appear here, the GDA International Design Exhibition has extremely strict screening of applicants , Ms. Hao is a new designer, at present, you should not be qualified."

Zhuang Qintong never thought that Hao Yan would appear here.

The gda international design exhibition has a very high threshold, and not just anyone can do it. Designers who are qualified to participate in the competition need not only excellent design works, but also resumes.

Needless to say, Zhuang Qintong's resume, compared with her, Hao Yan, who officially became a designer this year, is still a rookie.

The threshold for running is high, and with her current status, she is not eligible.

Hao Yan nodded slightly, "Well, with my current status, I am indeed not qualified, but the teacher has recommended me for you."

Lin Yin

A parched pain flashed through Zhuang Qintong's throat.

She clenched her hands tightly into fists and restrained herself from losing her composure in front of Hao Yan again.

Hao Yan's eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds, and she said with a fleeting smile, "Miss Zhuang, do you have anything else to do? If not, please take my leave. My boyfriend is here to pick me up."

She moved her chin slightly.

Outside the office building, a black Rolls Royce was waiting there.

Hao Yan nodded, and walked out of the revolving door lightly.

Zhuang Qintong looked at her back, his throat hurt even worse, and he felt flustered and unconfident for no reason.

The Pillow of the Bad President