That seemed to give her a naive fantasy, thinking that he still had such a small place in her heart as he did ten years ago.
But she was wrong. Even if she provoked Huo Ziming like this, Huo Ziming remained calm, with even a hint of impatience and disgust in his expression: "Okay, I really don't have time to talk nonsense with you, miss. If you think you're irritating me, just
If you can leave a deep impression on me, I would advise you not to do such childish things!
It seems like you’re quite old now, so being cute like this is boring.”
Jasmine was stunned.
Don't know what to say.
Huo Ziming has already spoken:
"Okay, let's take a look at your advertising work now!
Then, I will also find for you on the Internet a work that was similar to yours in City A half a year ago. Let’s take a look at your work first!"
The silver-gray display slowly lit up. This was the top projection setting. The screen's light was very soft, but it had a very three-dimensional effect.
Jasmine watched her work slowly emerge from the big screen, and it was both fantasy and reality for a moment. Viewing her work here was much more immersive than watching it on her broken computer.
Huo Ziming glanced sideways at Jasmine, pointed to a silver-gray sofa in the corner and said to her, "Sit there!"
"Oh." Jasmine sat in the corner obediently, watching Huo Ziming spread his long legs, walk to his own recliner in front of the desk, and sit down comfortably.
Only then did Jasmine realize that Huo Ziming had an ulterior motive. The sofa in the corner was at least ten meters away from his CEO's seat. Now, no matter what overreaction she had, she couldn't hurt him.
Jasmine was filled with hatred, but in her heart she was praying that Huo Ziming would remember their past after watching this advertisement...
You must remember it!
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This is an animation work.
The name of the work is: [Sweet. Ten Years]
At the beginning, there was a gentle to almost transparent sunlight on the screen, and beautiful music flowed behind the picture.
This kind of music brings people back to the carefree scenes of childhood.
Then, the camera turned to a classroom. The classroom was very spacious, and the tables and chairs inside seemed to be made of fine wood.
And a slender, fair-skinned young man was standing at the front of the classroom next to the podium, bowing politely to everyone.
At a glance, the boy knew that the designer had carefully drawn it. The corners of his eyebrows, eyes, and even the pleats on his white shirt were all drawn stroke by stroke. They were all carefully drawn and extremely handsome.
When the other students in the audience saw the young man, their eyes were full of envy and admiration.
There was a girl among them. She was wearing a pink princess dress. She looked very delicate and pretty, but there was a gleam in her eyes that seemed to be offended.
I don't know what the boy on the stage said, but the girl stood up, dragged her princess dress, and walked out unhappy despite the fact that she was in class.
Then, the pretty girl in the audience and the gentle young man on the stage seemed to have a rift from then on.
Every time the gentle young man talks to others, the little princess always lifts up her princess dress, raises her head and turns away with disdain.
This chapter has been completed!