Chapter 1870

At noon, it's a warm winter sun outside the shutter window.

Hao Yan finishes finishing the last page of the data in the computer, and her mobile phone on the desk vibrates.

The text message from Qin Huainian has arrived downstairs.

Zhao Jie, who was leaning over, wanted to ask her what she wanted to eat for her lunch takeout. She saw that she had picked up her mobile phone and the coat on the back of the chair, obviously wanted to go out.

Sister Zhao laughed and joked clearly, "and your Qin always go on a date?"

Hao Yan is usually very low-key on the stage. Even if she is a designer, she doesn't over publicize her identity. Her relationship with Qin Huainian hasn't been mentioned to anyone. Only sister Zhao knows about her internal affairs among her colleagues.

Hearing this, Hao Yan's face showed a shy expression, "just have lunch together!"

Sister Zhao saw this and asked with a smile, "when are you two going to get married?"

Hao Yan has two blushes on her face.

She thought of Qin Huainian's proposal that she had been disturbed by herself, and that she and her daughter would be taken back to Qin's house on New Year's Eve. Qin Huainian also mentioned that they would have a warm spring next year, but the exact date of the marriage should not be determined.

Hao Yan thought about it and said shyly, "there will be good news for you to send an invitation!"

"It's settled!" said Sister Zhao

Hao Yan said with a smile.

Out of the office building, qinhuainian's car was waiting by the side of the road.

He drove by himself.

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

Hao Yan didn't cheat sister Zhao. She had a short lunch break. She just came out to have a meal with Qin Huainian, but by the way, she did something else.

After lunch, qinhuainian drove to a coffee shop.

After the car stopped stably, Qin Huainian untied the safety belt and said, "Hao Yan, go ahead, I'll reply to two emails sent by Ren Wu and wait for you in the car!"

He said that he had taken up the pen and put it on his knee.

Hao Yan blinked. "Don't you come with me?"

In the year of Qinhuai, the eyes behind the lenses are lazy and wanton, "I'm still more suitable to be a big man behind the scenes!"

Hao Yanpu laughed, "good big man!"

Close the door and Hao Yan enters the cafe.

There were many guests in the cafe, but it was quiet, the gentle piano sound flowed, and the footsteps of the waiter were deliberately lightened.

Hao Yan pushed the door in and looked around the hall. At last, her eyes fell on a place near the wall.

She went straight to it.

After pulling out the chair, Hao Yan sat down and asked, "Mr. Dai?"

On the opposite side sat a man of about 30, who looked thin and weak, dressed inconspicuously, with long hair and black framed glasses, and looked like a rich house.

At her words, the man nodded, "yes, it's me!"

Hao Yan smiled and said to the waiter coming by, "give me a latte!"

The waiter will bring the latte up soon.

Hao Yan took a drink, and the man who was called Mr. Dai pushed his glasses slowly. Then he said quietly, "Zhuang Qintong has put a lot of pressure on us recently. She hasn't been able to have a satisfactory design. All the designers in the office haven't been able to go home for more than a week. They eat and drink every day. They draw pictures day and night!"

Hao Yan nodded and smiled. "The final appraisal date is coming soon. No wonder she is in such a hurry!"

"She's really in a hurry. I'm afraid she can't design it! But... " Mr. Dai paused, and suddenly the conversation turned. He said with a smile, "if you have money, it's your father. If you have more money than Mr. Qin, he's my father forever!"

Hao Yan: "..."

Money can be willful.

Hao Yan didn't speak. She just took a document bag out of her bag and handed it to her.

After the other party took over, he opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly shaken, and he was quite impressed. Then he put the document bag away.

Take the coffee cup next to you and drink up the remaining two-thirds of the coffee. Mr. Dai stood up and said, "Miss Hao, in the afternoon, Zhuang Qintong will come to the office for inspection, so I'll go back first!"

Hao Yan nodded, "slow down!"

Mr. Dai put the document bag under his armpit and left with a slight bow on his back.

After they sat down and talked for only five or six minutes, they got up one after another and left, as if they had nothing to do with each other.

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

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

On the other side, Mr. Dai, who had a brief meeting with Hao Yan, went back to an office building at the end of the street, went up the stairs of the safe passage, stopped at the middle floor, and then entered an office with a plaque of XX studio.

After entering, it is a very common front desk.

But after crossing the front desk, the office inside is full of people sitting in rows, all holding their brushes and working hard.Mr. Dai quietly returned to his position.

"Dai Hui, you can come back. Just now, I said to the little boy that you went to the bathroom. Draw now, and miss huizhuang will come!"

The designers here all know who is behind this studio.

All of them are for Miss Zhuang's service.

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

And it's very difficult for these designers with a little talent to get out of the business. Now they are raised by Zhuang Qintong. Although they can't have names, they can at least get some considerable benefits.

As soon as the voice came down, there was a "Ding" sound coming from the elevator.

Then there was the sound of high heels.

Zhuang Qintong walked into the office calmly and gracefully in a generous and dignified Beige Prada latest dress and a limited l family bag.

The assistant boy holding a thick pile of design drawings in his arms saw Zhuang Qintong glancing at himself and coughing twice.

Everyone in the office immediately stopped and looked up.

When everyone's eyes came to see it, Zhuang Qintong's red lips expanded the smile on her face. She put her bag on the other wrist, and then stretched out her empty hand to the little boy.

After drawing out the thick design drawings in her arms, she left them all in the dustbin without hesitation.

People can't help holding their breath.

Zhuang Qintong's elegant smile seems to be engraved on his face. His voice is very gentle and slow. "I've seen the design drawings of these two days, but they still haven't reached my satisfaction. There's not much time left. I hope everyone can play the spirit of twelve points. The Kung Fu is good for everyone. Everyone has worked hard!"

Finish saying, take assistant child to enter the separate office inside.