Mr. Ji's old love and new wife

Chapter 13 The Presidential Suite Puts Her in Charge
Ji Shaoyi didn't look at me, he flipped through the design draft with one hand, and was talking with Mr. Zhu.It could be seen that Mr. Zhu was very happy, nodding repeatedly, smiling from ear to ear.

Ji Baojia pulled me over and sat down.

Mr. Zhu began to introduce Ji Shaoyi's identity to everyone, and everyone became excited.

I wanted to look away, but after glancing at Ji Shaoyi, I couldn't look away.

At that time, because the club was going farther and farther on the road to online games, I basically didn't learn anything in the club, I just remembered watching Ji Shaoyi when he wrote the code.

He looks so handsome when he starts to work seriously, even if he just sits and looks down at the design draft at this moment, it is enough to make people's heart beat.

I admit it, Ji Shaoyi is the demon in my life.

Ji Baojia frowned when he heard that, quietly pulled my sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Hey, Ling Zhi, he is Mr. Ji? Could it be the Mr. Ji that Chen Mingsong said? But it's not right, that day at the hotel It's the first time I've seen him, I don't know him at all!"

I know.

But I can't say.

Mr. Zhu finally announced excitedly and solemnly: "Thanks to Mr. Ji's favor, the design of the Weiming Hotel has been entrusted to us by Mariposa!"

yeah--

Everyone clapped and jumped for joy.

Mr. Zhu added: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will hold a meeting with the supervisors first, and arrange tasks for all of you!"

"Great!" Ji Baojia clenched his fists, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

I frowned unconsciously, the design draft was given only in the morning, and such a big project was decided in the afternoon?I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling in my heart.

Just as I was about to get up and leave, Ji Shaoyi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I have one more request."

All eyes are instinctively on Ji Shaoyi.

Mr. Zhu hurriedly said seriously: "Just tell us what conditions you have, and we will try our best to meet them."

Ji Shaoyi's slightly raised lips overflowed with a wicked smile, and Mo Ru's dark pupils pointed at me along with his slender and strong fingers: "Let her design the presidential suite on the 9th floor."

My heart skipped a beat, and the pen that I was holding on my fingertips fell to the dark red solid wood table with a "snap", and then "rolled" to my feet.

I felt that all eyes in the conference room were directed at me.

Mr. Zhu was surprised and asked: "Is she alone?"

"Alone." Ji Shaoyi's words were so calm that there was no ups and downs, and he still looked at me with burning eyes, "I have seen Miss Shen's design draft, it is very good, and I believe that with Miss Shen's ability, it is no problem to complete the task .”

I forcibly stabilized the trembling of my fingertips, looked straight at him, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I didn't plan to participate in this project, so I didn't submit the design draft at all. May I ask where you saw my draft?" ?”

"Really?" Ji Shaoyi picked up his slender and beautiful fingers, and took one of the design drafts on the table, his eyes were slightly cold, "Do you dare to say that you didn't draw this?"

His fingertips tapped the design draft on the table, and I looked at it intently. That design draft was the one I designed before but Tang Hui removed his signature from.

Although Tang Hui was written on it, he still recognized it.

At that time, he once told me that a designer with personality will have his own unique style, which can be recognized by others at a glance.

One corner of the design draft has a slight folded trace, because the last letter "Z" of my name can be seen through the folded line. This is a habit left by the architectural design, and I can't change it.

Ji Shaoyi's words were cold and full of sarcasm: "Tang Hui? Ms. Shen's pseudonym isn't one-thousandth as nice as your real name."

I was originally very angry because of his request on the spot, but when I heard what he said, I couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, Tang Hui's face turned blue and white, and finally she couldn't help but stood up, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, Tang Hui is my name, and I drew this design draft, not Shen Ling." end!"

(End of this chapter)