Qin Jiameng grabbed my hand, but her eyes fell behind me.

At that moment, I deeply felt a bunch of cold eyes appeared behind me.

Don't think about it. I know what's going on.

I'm sure Qin Jiameng stood firm, then let go and said without looking back, "enough of the performance? There are cameras everywhere, but you want to play the part of me pushing you to miscarry you? "

"I didn't."

Qin Jiameng stood there, with tears in her eyes, looking at the direction behind me.

"There are so many coincidences in the world. I'll push you as soon as president Ji appears. Are you a fool, or do you treat president Ji as a fool?" I asked her.

"I didn't..."

Qin Jiameng's eyes were already spinning in her eyes, as if they were about to fall in the next second.

I didn't bother to talk to her, and said, "you slowly complain with Mr. Ji, and tell me that I quarreled with you, and then I'll push you to miscarriage. Whatever."

At this time, I don't want to explain any more.

I'm so tired.

I came home at night and wanted to have a rest, but I got a call from Zuo Meng.

She said she wanted to redesign the area of the foyer.

Because the engineering department had been there in the afternoon, she meant to let me see if I could get the design out today.

For this reason, they specially drove to pick me up.

Show me the entrance hall again, and say that I want to make a small fish pond with glass plate on it.

I measured the size, communicated with them, and went home to make the drawing again.

It's not difficult, but they have their own ideas about the shape of the fish pond, and they have changed a few drafts.

It was more than one o'clock in the evening when I went to bed.

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