"Gu Zixi, did you draw this design sketch?" the manager asked with a gentle smile as he put down a piece of paper.

Zi Xi glanced at it and nodded in confirmation.

The manager had appreciation in his eyes, "Sure enough, I didn't see the wrong person." In today's meeting, a total of three design drawings were screened, and yours was affirmed by the leaders. I hope you can polish this design and polish it before handing it in. ”

"Good. Zixi took over the design sketch.

The door of the office was pushed open from the outside, and Meng Jiaojiao walked in with high heels, "Uncle~"

The expression on the manager's face immediately became serious, "Jiaojiao, you have been in the company for a few days, are you still adapting?"

"It's okay. Meng Jiaojiao's tone was lazy.

Zi Xi was about to leave, when he heard the manager say: "You are as big as Zi Xi, but your ability is very different." Look at other people's pity, don't make up and powder all day long, girls must be self-reliant. ”

"Uncle, I know, I'm not a professional, and I'm not already learning~"

Having said that, Meng Jiaojiao's eyes when she looked at Zixi were very unfriendly.

Coming out of the office, Meng Jiaojiao blocked Zixi's way.

"Show me your sketches. ”

Zixi frowned, but in order not to make a big deal about it, he still handed over the paper in his hand.

Meng Jiaojiao pulled it over, lowered her eyes and swept her eyes, and hooked her lips contemptuously, "What are you painting here, is it a bracelet or a handcuff?"

For Meng Jiaojiao's provocation, Zixi felt disgusted. But she just wants to work hard and doesn't want to quarrel with her.

"Look at it. Look at it for me. Zixi reached out to get the manuscript paper back.

Meng Jiaojiao flashed to the side, avoided her hand, and smiled defiantly: "Want to do it?"

Zixi looked at her, "That's my thing." ”

"But now in my hands, it is mine. Meng Jiaojiao said, with a wave of her hand, the thin piece of manuscript paper floated down from the twenty-three-story window.

"My sketch ......" Zixi pounced, but it was too late, and the paper had already floated down.

Meng Jiaojiao clapped her hands proudly, "Look how proud you are!"

After saying that, he stepped on high heels and left.

Zixi took the elevator downstairs and found the sketch on the side of the road.

She was overjoyed, and ran towards the sketch with her feet up, but forgot to look at the vehicle.

"Drop-" The shrill horn exploded in his ears, and as soon as Zixi looked up, he saw a black car coming straight away.

She didn't have time to escape, she didn't even have time to react, and at the moment when the car hit her body, she subconsciously raised her hand to block it in front of her, and closed her eyes tightly.

It's over, are you going to die?

Instead of being tortured to death by Zhan Tingyu, did she have to die under someone else's wheel?

"Squeak-quack-" The sound of the brakes pierced her eardrums, and her heart trembled violently, her knees were hit by gravity, and she staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

There was a car opening the door, and the man's leather shoes knocked on the floor with a crisp sound.

Zixi opened his eyes and saw the car parked in front of him, and also saw the familiar license plate number.

This...... Isn't this Zhan Tingyu's car?

Sensing that a gaze was falling, Zixi subconsciously raised his head and saw the man standing in the sun.

He has a tall posture, a handsome face, a black suit with a well-tailored fit, one hand hanging down at his side at will, one hand in the pocket of his trousers, and a random movement and a look, all revealing a unique nobility and extraordinary.

Sure enough, it's him, Zhan Tingyu!