Chapter 175 - Chapter 175: My Hands Are Inconvenient, I Need to Serve Them (1/2)

Chapter 175: My Hands Are Inconvenient, I Need to Serve Them

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Lei Yi glanced at Qiao Mu through the rearview mirror. ” Miss Qiao, why are you suddenly asking about this? ”

Qiao Mu smiled. ” The people from the design department saw me riding in your car and mistakenly thought that we were dating. If they heard some gossip, please don’t mind. ”

Lei Yi was speechless.

It didn’t matter whether he minded or not, alright?

If Young Master knew about this, he would definitely die a horrible death!

When Li Yan arrived home late at night, he thought that Qiao Mu was already asleep. However, when he pushed open the door, the room was bright.

Inside the house, Qiao Mu’s petite body was slumped on the sofa. She held a pen in one hand and a drawing in the other, and she was currently drawing something on the paper.

The little thing bit the tip of the pen and frowned, as if it had encountered some difficulty.

Li Yan walked in, and Qiao Mu only noticed him at this moment. She grinned and said, ” Uncle, you’re back! ”

“What are you doing?” Li Yan took the opportunity to sit down beside her. His gaze fell on the small notebook in her hand. There were messy drawings on it. Qiao Mu pouted and weakly said, “”l’m thinking of a design plan. I don’t know much about the layout of the community and building design, so I don’t know where to start.”

Li Yan curled his lips. This girl was worrying about work.

“Which project?” he asked.

It’s the luxurious and wealthy district in the city. There must be villas and high-rise buildings inside, all prepared for the rich. ”

Li Yan thought for a moment to confirm which project she was talking about. Then, he took the pen from her hand and drew a rectangular shape on the paper. The tip of the pen tapped on the paper. ” This is the shape of the community. The high-rise buildings can’t block the view of the low-rise villas. They can’t make the residents who live in the villas feel oppressed. You’ve lived in this generation’s rich district since you were young. As long as you add your personal experience from the perspective of the residents, it won’t be so difficult.”

As Li Yan spoke, he drew on a piece of paper with a brush. Qiao Mu was greatly inspired by his simple words.

It was really strange. She had a headache all night and did not know how to do it, but he easily pointed it out.