C75 (2/2)
Just as he wanted to stretch, he felt an aching pain on his waist.
Thinking of last night's nearly crazy Fu Siming, she couldn't help but ask, ”Why did you drink so much last night? Is there something bothering you? ”
”I'm fine.” Fu Siming indifferently replied with two words.
The face in front of him made him feel a little uncomfortable. Even though he had a face that was similar to Qiao An's, it was actually another person's face …
”But you talked a lot last night, and …”
”What else?”
”Also …” ”Then …” Qiao Anxian's face turned slightly hot, showing a trace of a suspicious blush.
Last night, Fu Siming had drank too much and hadn't done anything, but from the looks of it, he didn't remember.
Qiao Anyun secretly observed the expression on his face. Seeing that his expression did not change, he was still as indifferent as before. It seemed that he really had no impression of last night.
The man was silent for a moment before his thin lips curled up. ”Have you thought about the past?”
Qiao Anxiao was stunned for two seconds, then shook his head and asked: ”Why are you suddenly asking me this?”
Fu Siming didn't speak. Qiao Anzhi thought for a moment before replying, ”Every time a memory fragment appears, it seems to be immediately blocked.”
”Don't force yourself to think about it. Thinking about it might not be beneficial to you.”
Fu Siming's complexion didn't look too good. For some reason, Qiao Anxiao felt that there was a deeper meaning behind his words.
Naturally, he hoped that she would never think of the past and who she was. He hoped that she would just keep doing this …
On the main street, Ling Li lowered her head and walked forward with quick steps, feeling somewhat flustered. Although she knew that she would never be able to find out about the matter regarding the company, it was hard to avoid a guilty conscience.
It was only when she saw Aster that her heart was slightly at ease.
”Why did you ask me out?” Lu Yuzhi looked displeased. This time, the matter did not affect Qiao Anxiao. She was already dissatisfied with Ling Li, but now she even came to find him.
”Cousin …” That Li Ziteng has been dealt with, I … I'm a little scared! ” Ling Li grabbed Lu Zhi's arm and said, ”If you implicate me, you have to help me!”
”What are you afraid of?” Aster flung her hand away in disgust and asked, ”Are you directly involved? Did you leave any evidence? ”
”No, but …”
”That's it. ”Don't worry, we won't be able to track you down!” Lu Yuchi paused before continuing, ”In the future, if there's no urgent matter, don't contact me. Otherwise, you'll raise suspicions instead.”
Although Li Ziteng and Liu Xingming had been responsible for the matter of the leak in the mail, Ling Li had also contributed greatly to it.
She had picked up the piece of paper that Joe had discarded when he had printed his design idea. She originally wanted to do it herself, but she didn't expect that such a coincidence happened to happen.
Li Ziteng being expelled from the group naturally felt resentment, but not to the extent that she had to deal with Qiao Anjiao. It was Ling Li who had constantly instigated her, intentionally or unintentionally whispering bad things about Qiao Anjiao that affected her.
Finally, he placed the piece of paper on Li Ziteng's table …
It could be said that it was Ling Li who had pushed everything.
After Ling Li left, Lu Zhi looked at her back, his expression growing colder and colder.
Although Ling Li was a chess piece that could be used, based on her unstable attitude towards the situation, it was clear that she was not a reliable person.
The email leak was over, the chance to bid for the City Hall was lost, and the loss was irreparable, but the company had to keep going.
After readjusting themselves, the design department began a new round of busyness. Although there were currently no major public works projects like the City Music Hall, the various small projects were enough for them to be busy for a while.
Qiao Anxiao was not yet an official designer, so he did not assign her any tasks. Every day, she would stay in the office and do some trivial tasks that Wang Chao had instructed her to do. When she had nothing to do, she would practice by drawing drafts.
Sometimes, when he was working on a design, he would let her look at it or ask her for suggestions. She knew that Wang was deliberately exercising her, so every time she read it carefully, the advice she gave was accurate.
At the end of the week, when Joanna had nothing to do at home, she remembered Wang's new project and sat down at the table and began to draw a sketch of the design.
Design this kind of thing, the benevolent person sees wisdom, everyone will have different ideas about the same topic, so the design of the work is also different.
She just wanted to give it a try, to see what would be the result of the same proposition she had drawn.
Joanna was so engrossed in her drawing that she did not notice that someone had entered the room.
”What are you drawing?”
Fu Siming's voice rang out. The terrified and defenseless Qiao Anzhi's hand trembled and his drawing became crooked.
She somewhat angrily turned her head to look at the 'culprit' and complained, ”It's always like this. Look at it yourself. It scared me to the point that my drawing is crooked!”
He walked over to her and looked at the design on her desk. However, this was not the main focus of his attention.
”What is this?”
”Sister Guang's new project, private villa design.” As if fearing that he might misunderstand, she added, ”I don't mean to overstep my boundaries. I'm just drawing my own game.”
”Why are you explaining this to me?” Fu Siming's eyebrows creased imperceptibly as he asked, ”Are you really that fond of architectural design? You're still not tired of it yet?”
Qiao Anxiao shook his head and said, ”I don't know why, but every time I draw a design, there is a very familiar feeling. ”In addition, some images will appear in my mind. Although I don't know if those images really did happen in the past …”
The light in Fu Siming's eyes dimmed. His heart tightened, but his face remained calm. He asked, ”What kind of scene?”