Lying down against Wu Yahuan again, the two above the roof were in a state of madness, their movements were dizzyingly fast, especially Meier, running around in circles, squatting down and digging with her hands from time to time, always trying to find someone.
Get in the gap.
Luo Xingchen came over to comfort him, but was knocked away by Meier, which made Ding Fan laugh out loud.
"Is it that funny?" Wu Yahuan sighed.
"It's okay to have some fun, Sister Huan. It's getting late, go to bed!" Ding Fan yawned.
"Sleep right here!"
"It's better to go back to the house, don't be afraid." Ding Fan said softly, pressed the remote control and closed the curtain.
"Take me back." Wu Yahuan acted coquettishly.
Ding Fan lifted Wu Yahuan upright, walked into the south room, put her on the bed, as if coaxing a child, patted her for a while, until she really fell asleep, and then returned to his room.
Release Leng Ling'er and ask her to avoid Wu Yahuan. Ding Fan practices for a while and falls asleep peacefully!
Leng Ling'er wandered around for most of the night, feeling a little "insomnia". She complained that Ding Fan put her in danger, because if she was caught by Luo Chenxing, there would be no future!
I also wonder that I don’t know how to refuse. I do whatever Ding Fan asks me to do. I really treat him as my master!
In the next few days, Ding Fan patiently drew the design drawing of the martial arts center. After several revisions, it was finally completed.
All in all, it took almost half a month of hard work and no reward. If he hadn't accidentally obtained the treasure in the tomb, Ding Fan would definitely feel that he was at a huge loss.
"President Huang, the design drawing is completed." Ding Fan called Huang Fu.
"oh!"
Huang Fu sounded as if he hadn't thought of it all of a sudden, and Ding Fan said in a low voice, "President Huang is busy with many things, so he won't forget about the martial arts center, right?"
"Haha, of course not." Huang Fu smiled and said, "Xiaofan, please come over this afternoon. I happen to have something else to discuss with you."
"Okay, see you there or see you!"
Just after hanging up the phone, Bai Yifei knocked on the door and came in. When she saw the design drawings on the table, she sincerely praised: "Xiao Fan, I didn't expect that you are so versatile and your painting skills are extraordinary."
"Sister Feifei has won the prize. This is not called painting, and no painter uses a ruler." Ding Fan said modestly, and then asked: "Sister, do you have any plans for me?"
"Ding Wan and the others are getting ready to come back. I want you to pick them up for their flight the day after tomorrow." Bai Yifei said.
Ding Fan quickly checked his phone, but there was no news about his sister at all. He muttered, "Why didn't you call me? Your relationship is better."
"I called you a few days ago and said I didn't get through."
"That's right, I was in the underground tomb, and my cell phone had no signal and became a flashlight." Ding Fan said.
"I see you are not surprised at all. Have you forgotten your sister?" Bai Yifei said angrily.
"Hehe, time flies by so fast when I'm not busy, and I forgot to contact her. My sister has Ye Zi by her side, and her ability to survive in the wild is better than mine." Ding Fan scratched his head and laughed.
"Yi Zi is such a good girl." Bai Yifei praised and said seriously, "Xiaofan, to be serious, I always feel that Chairman Huang will not ask you to design drawings for no reason. If you have any news, please tell me as soon as possible.
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Ding Fan stretched out and rubbed his sore eyes, "Well, I'll go see him on business in the afternoon, and finally I'll be fine."
"How about asking Sister Hong to accompany you and report on the progress of the fashion expo?" Bai Yifei suggested.
"That's fine!"
After lunch, Ding Fan and Mo Yuhong drove a car and rushed to the Jingyang United Chamber of Commerce.
Ever since he learned that Mo Yuhong was the big beauty, Ding Fan felt a lot alienated from her. On the road, the two of them just chatted with each other, and they felt that each other was perfunctory.
Finally, Mo Yuhong couldn't help but ask: "Xiaofan, do you have feelings for me?"
"No, you are overthinking. During this period of time, I have been designing drawings and thinking about them day and night. I feel really tired." Ding Fan said.
"You have changed a bit. Sitting next to you, I feel an inexplicable chill."
Ding Fan carries the spirit ghost with him, and due to the absorption of yin energy, it is inevitable that his body temperature will drop, but Mo Yuhong seems to be very sensitive to this, which is unusual.
"Do you think I'm dangerous?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"You have always been in danger!" Mo Yuhong rolled her eyes and added: "A fortune teller is more terrifying than a psychologist. He can see through everything. There is absolutely no privacy in front of you."
"But I am very trustworthy and never talk about other people's privacy."
"That's true, we can get along happily because of this." Mo Yuhong nodded. Ding Fan did not reveal anything about her aborting a child.
The Joint Chamber of Commerce has arrived!
The two of them came to Huang Fu's office. He was on the phone to a company. He said with a cold face, "Don't mess around." Then he hung up.
Seeing Ding Fan coming, Huang Fu chuckled and just nodded to Mo Yuhong. He was too lazy to make tea, so he took out two bottles of tea from under the table and handed them over.
Ding Fan nodded towards Mo Yuhong. She immediately took out a document she had prepared a long time ago and handed it to Huang Fu while introducing the situation of the International Fashion Fair.
On the basis of the original investment of 100 million, an additional 30 million in advertising fees have been added. As of now, more than 100 domestic and foreign companies have participated in the exhibition, and the income from various channels has exceeded 200 million.
Huang Fu glanced through it briefly and was very satisfied with it. He nodded and said: "We have always hoped that companies that sponsor and support such activities can gain profits, so that a virtuous cycle can be formed."
"Right now, the focus of Fuyao's work is the expo. We hope to make this expo a first-class event by increasing investment," Mo Yuhong said excitedly.
"The office is doing a good job!" Huang Fu said seemingly unintentionally.
Mo Yuhong was slightly startled, thinking that Huang Fu was reminding him that the exposition was led by the office, and Fuyao seemed to be taking the lead. He quickly changed his tone, "Yes, under the leadership of Director Ding, the preliminary preparations for the expo went very smoothly.
The profits continue.”
Seeing Huang Fu smile, Mo Yuhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but secretly lamented that Fuyao spent three million to support Huang Fu's useless son, but the person Huang Fu admired the most was Ding Fan!
After asking for some more specific information, Huang Fu ended his conversation with Mo Yuhong, smiled and waved to Ding Fan, and quickly presented the design drawing of the martial arts center.
Ding Fan quickly and respectfully placed the design drawing on the table and pressed the four corners with a cup. Huang Fu looked at it very carefully and even put on spectacles. A few white hairs on the temples were particularly eye-catching.
"Is it designed based on the theory of Feng Shui?" Huang Fu asked.
"If it weren't for President Huang's sharp eyes, he would have figured out the secret right away!" Ding Fan hissed.
Huang Fu laughed twice and said angrily, "Let's get to the point!"
"Well, I know President Huang doesn't believe this, but we must always consider the public's feelings and try our best to eliminate their doubts," Ding Fan said.
"It's okay for the main building to face the sea, but why does it face the southwest?" Huang Fu asked.