The designer is at most an artist in front of me. No matter how bells and whistles a poster makes, it is full of problems when it comes to customers. When I first arrived here, I wanted to use my strength to conquer the employees under me. But when I really wanted to show my strength, Ronnie did everything he could to thwart it. This man always arranged things properly, and then told me in a commanding tone to familiarize myself with the company's journey first.

A few days after Mr. Gu returned to China, he rushed back to Paris in a hurry, and heard that the handover work was being done there. He decided to hand over the company to Tiange for the time being, and then completely transferred his mind to the domestic company.

I have to admire Mr. Gu's attitude to work, do everything the best.

After going to work, I spent very little time with them. Shi'er is about to graduate from college and is about to enter society. The time when a few of us got together was just in time for the holidays. The jet lag family really can't afford to hurt, and sometimes they can't wait to free up a night of clone.

Ronnie is not very old, seventeen or eighteen years old, but her head is very bright. I thought he was nothing different from those rich second generations, but he was no worse than Mr. Gu. In the days of Mr. Gu's absence, he led the company to sign hundreds of millions of contracts. I have to say that both people and dogs are showing, and only I, Wang Tutu, am being beaten. I don't have a few skills, and I want to make a lot of money.

I finally withdrew peacefully from the battle of Tieba a few days ago, and even if everyone thought that I was with Mr. Gu, they would not continue to use me as a topic. Occasionally, a few people who owe me will BB me a few words, but Mr. Gu will open his No. 1 account and lead the entire String Song Gang to stand up for me.

I sighed to Ronnie, who was so busy, "That's what it feels like to be pampered. ”

As soon as she signed a big project, Ronnie proudly invited all the staff of the design department to have dinner at the most luxurious restaurant in Beijing. But because there are a lot of people in the design department, everyone basically doesn't talk much. It's just a superficial coping, but in fact, it's boring to play with your mobile phone. There are also a few good-looking colleagues who have been glued to Ronnie's perimeter.

Ronnie enjoys it on the surface, but she enjoys it even more in her heart.

"What, don't I spoil you?" Ronnie replied to me, and clinked glasses with the female colleague next to her.

I nodded nondeniably, then drank the wine from the glass in front of me, "That's different. ”

"How is it different?" He asked me.

A glass of wine is in my throat, and I am drunk. I don't know if it's because the alcohol content is too high, or because I haven't drunk for a long time, I suddenly become sensitive to the alcohol level. After drinking one glass after another, I didn't realize that I was really drunk until the person in front of me had two heads.

"I feel ashamed to be pampered by a child, and I even feel disgusted for a while. Although Wang Tutu is not a high-minded person, I grew up in a not very happy family, and I am afraid of being cared for by any stranger. My own dad almost beat me to death, a stranger would be so nice to you? So I reject your kindness to me, and the more you treat me, the more I can remember that I was beaten to the ground and couldn't get up. ”

The glass of wine was burning in my stomach, and it hurt terribly.

After listening to my words, Ronnie was silent. He picked up the bottle in front of him and filled his empty glass. The woman next to him seemed to be talking to him about something, but after talking for a long time, she found that the man had been staring at the other woman.

Ronnie smiled, it looked very much like Mr. Gu. He took a drink from his glass and looked at my whole body. He could see that I was drunk, drunk and unconscious. He reached out and grabbed me as I was about to fall, and then I fell on his chest.

In the dimness I heard him talking to a passing waiter, and then I saw him take a bunch of keys from the man's hand.

I'm defenseless against anyone, it's just that I'm afraid of being liked.

I never met my mother, and I didn't even ask for a picture. Since I can remember, my three meals a day and the trivial things of life have been handled by Wang Qiang. In the beginning, we had a good relationship. He loves me very much and will spoil me in his arms. At that time, no matter how willful I was, he would tolerate me.

When did our father-daughter relationship begin to break down, probably from the first birthday he spent with me.

In the past, our family's living conditions were not good, and we could say that we were poor. At that time, Wang Qiang didn't even have a stable income and residence, and he took him to major construction sites every day. We slept in dilapidated buildings, or tents on construction sites. But back then, he would give me a smile every morning and a big good morning. He would tell me bedtime stories and would deliver the best meals to me.

When I was 10 years old, he took all my jobs and spent my first birthday with a fresh cake in a dilapidated building that was about to be demolished.

He asked me, "Tutu, what did you wish?" ”

"I wish I could see my mother." That was my first wish.

I don't know what I did wrong, but after I finished speaking, I saw the indifferent expression on Wang Qiang's face. His otherwise amiable expression suddenly became indifferent, and his hands trembled as he picked up the unfinished half of the cigarette on the table and lit it. He stared at me for a long time, then stuck his cigarette butt in the cake just as it was about to go out. He sneered at me for a few moments, then slammed his fist into the cake.

It was the first time I had seen someone so gentle angry.

I cried, not frightened, but willful.

I cried and asked him why he did such an excessive thing to my cake, he sneered a few times, stretched out his finger and pointed at the bridge of my nose and said fiercely, "Are you a white-eyed wolf?" I raised you for 10 years, and what you had in mind was the woman who gave birth to you and ran away with another man? ”

"Why are you pointing at me!" I was so angry that I slapped his finger off.

I quarreled with him a lot, but he would let me. Even if sometimes he lost his temper to educate me, he wouldn't really get angry. So I was very presumptuous, and I picked up what I had at hand and threw it at him. Or stretching out his hands is a fist that is neither soft nor hard at him, and sometimes he will scratch his arm directly with long nails when he is in a hurry.

"Smack-"

My father would have tolerated me, but not now.

The man's shot was so fast that I was slapped in the cheek before I could see it. I stared at him angrily with my little eyes, and the tears in my eyes suddenly stayed next to my eye sockets. The man was also amazed, and the hand raised in mid-air did not fall for a long time.

He said, Tutu I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.