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Hao Yan sorted out the last page of the information in the computer, and the phone on the table vibrated.

Qin Huainian sent a text message, and the person has already arrived downstairs.

Sister Zhao, who was on the side, leaned over halfway to ask her what she would like to eat for the takeaway at noon, but she had already picked up her phone and the coat on the back of the chair, obviously going out.

Sister Zhao smiled and joked, "I'm going on a date with your Mr. Qin again."

Hao Yan is usually very low-key in the stage, even if she is a designer, she doesn't make too much publicity, and she doesn't take the initiative to mention her relationship with Qin Huainian. Among her colleagues, only sister Zhao knows the inside story.

Hearing what she said, Hao Yan showed a shy expression on her face, "Just having lunch together"

Seeing this, Sister Zhao asked with a smile, "You two have such a good relationship, when will you get married?"

Two blushes floated on Hao Yan's face.

She thought of Qin Huainian's disrupted marriage proposal, and saying that she would take her and her daughter back to Qin's house on New Year's Eve. Regarding the matter of getting married, Qin Huainian also mentioned that it would be when the spring flowers bloom next year, but the exact month should not be known yet. Sure.

Hao Yan thought for a while, and said a little shyly, "I will send you an invitation with good news."

When Sister Zhao heard it, she immediately said, "That's for sure."

Hao Yan smiled and said yes.

Coming out of the office building, Qin Huainian's car was already waiting by the side of the road.

He drove here himself.

The black Mercedes-Benz G65, like a huge beast, is particularly conspicuous.

Hao Yan didn't lie to Sister Zhao, the lunch break was short, she just came out to have a meal with Qin Huainian, but by the way, she also had some errands to do.

After lunch at the Italian restaurant, Qin Huainian drove the car to a coffee shop.

After the car stopped, Qin Huainian unbuckled his seat belt and said, "Hao Yan, go ahead, I'll reply to the two emails from Ren Wu and wait for you in the car."

As he spoke, he picked up his laptop and put it on his lap.

Hao Yan blinked, "You won't come with me"

Qin Huainian pursed his lips, his eyes behind the lens were lazy and reckless, "I'm more suitable to be the boss behind the scenes"

Hao Yan burst out laughing, "Okay boss!"

After closing the car door, Hao Yan walked into the coffee shop.

There are quite a few customers in the coffee shop, but it is very quiet, the melodious piano sound is flowing, and the footsteps of the waiters are deliberately lightened.

After Hao Yan opened the door and entered, she looked around the hall, and finally, her eyes fell on a corner near the wall.

She walked over directly.

Pulling out the chair, Hao Yan sat down and asked, "Mr. Dai"

Sitting opposite was a man in his thirties. He looked very thin and unremarkably dressed. He had long hair and black-rimmed glasses. He looked like a senior geek.

Hearing her words, the man nodded, "Yes, it's me"

Hao Yan smiled, and said to the waiter who came by, "Give me a latte."

The waiter quickly brought the latte up.

Hao Yan took a sip, and the man on the opposite side called Mr. Dai pushed his glasses slowly, and then said quietly, "Zhuang Qintong has put a lot of pressure on us recently, and there has been nothing that satisfies her. Design, all the designers in the office have not been able to go home for more than a week, eating and drinking there every day, drawing pictures day and night”

Hao Yan nodded and smiled, "The final judging date is coming soon, no wonder she is in such a hurry."

"She's really in a hurry, and she's afraid she won't be able to come up with a design." Mr. Dai paused, then suddenly changed the subject, and said with a smile, "If you are rich, you are my father. Who else is richer than Boss Qin? He is my eternal love." dad"

Hao Yan ""

Money can indeed be willful.

Hao Yan didn't speak, just took out a document bag from her bag sideways, and handed it over.

After the other party took it, he opened it and looked at it, his eyes trembled slightly, with an air of admiration, and then put the file bag away.

Picking up the coffee cup next to him, and drank the remaining two-thirds of the coffee in one gulp, Mr. Dai stood up and said, "Miss Hao, Zhuang Qintong will come to inspect the office this afternoon, so I'll go back first."

Hao Yan nodded, "Go slowly"

Mr. Dai put the file bag under his armpit and walked away with a slight arch on his back.

After the two sat down, they talked for only five or six minutes before getting up and leaving one after another, as if they had nothing to do with each other.

When Hao Yan returned to the car, Qin Huainian's email had just finished replying.

The lunch break was almost over, and Qin Huainian sent her back to the TV station directly.

On the other side, Mr. Dai, who met Hao Yan briefly, returned to an office building at the end of the street, went up the stairs of the safe passage, stopped on the middle floor, and then entered an office with a plaque of xx studio.

After entering, it is a very ordinary front desk.

But after passing through the front desk, the office inside was full of people sitting in rows, all holding paintbrushes and working hard.

Mr. Dai quietly returned to his seat.

A female designer next to her came over and said in a low voice, "Dai Hui, you're back. Just now, Xiao Tong and I were sloppy and said that you went to the bathroom. Hurry up and draw. Miss Zhuang will come later."

All the designers here know who is the behind-the-scenes owner of this studio.

All of them are serving Miss Zhuang.

When everyone came here, they signed a non-disclosure agreement. Once they violated it, no one could afford the huge amount.

And for those slightly talented designers, it's very difficult to get ahead. Now they are being raised by Zhuang Qintong. Although they can't have a name, they can at least get some considerable income.

As soon as the voice fell here, there was a "ding" sound from the elevator.

Then, there was the sound of high heels.

Zhuang Qintong was wearing a generous and dignified beige Rada latest style dress, carrying a limited number of L bags in his hand, and walked into the office calmly and gracefully.

The assistant boy next to him, who was holding a thick stack of design drawings in his arms, saw Zhuang Qintong glance at him, and quickly coughed twice.

Everyone in the office immediately stopped their hands and raised their heads.

When everyone looked over, Zhuang Qintong's red lips widened the smile on her face, she put the bag on the other wrist, and stretched out her free hand towards the boy.

After pulling out the thick stack of design drawings in her arms, she threw them all into the trash can without hesitation.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

Zhuang Qintong's elegant smile seemed to be engraved on his face, and he spoke in a gentle voice, unhurriedly, "I've looked at the design drawings for the past two days, but they still haven't reached my satisfaction, time is running out, I hope Everyone can work hard, and hard work pays off, thank you for your hard work.”

After speaking, he took his assistant Xiaotong into the separate office inside.

The Pillow of the Bad President

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