Zhu Hao hesitated for a moment, thinking that since it was a draft anyway and the project was canceled, she handed the design to her.
The moment Pu Zhao received the manuscript, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
She was just trying to ask, but she didn't expect that the blessing would actually be given.
"Aren't you afraid I'll plagiarize?"
Zhu Hao gave her a strange look. "You won't."
Zhu Hao's expression was very confident, as if he knew Pu Zhao's character very well.
She hadn't worked with Pu Zhao for very long, but she knew that Pu Zhao was an extremely hardworking person.
In order to keep his job, Pu Zhao arrives at the company at seven o'clock every morning, eating breakfast while working.
Sometimes, in order to finish tasks early, I would even sacrifice my lunch break to work, but I was afraid of disturbing others, so I would take my computer to the stairwell to work.
She had run into Pu Zhao sitting on the stairs with his design drafts several times during her lunch break.
During the weekly presentations, Pu Zhao was always the one who did the most work, even more than the regular employees in the office.
She felt that someone who worked so hard couldn't be the type to plagiarize.
Moreover, the design has a unique style, and if it were plagiarized, it would be easy to spot. She didn't think Pu Zhao would be unaware of it.
Pu Zhao stared at Zhu Hao's trusting expression and couldn't help but ask, "We're competing for the same position now, are you really at ease?"
Zhu Hao nodded. "But you weren't being malicious in your competition, were you? Even when we were working on other projects together, you were considerate of my deafness and muteness, and you always patiently waited for me to type, weren't you?"
To be honest, there aren't many people who are patient enough to wait for her to speak, but Pu Zhao is one of them.
Pu Zhao's eyes trembled slightly, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart. "Then why don't you ask me why I want your design draft?"
“I know you want to learn.” Zhu Hao pointed to the manuscript in her hand, “because you really like Song Shang and want to know everything about him, including the design style he really likes.”
Zhu Hao isn't stupid. Every time Pu Zhao sees Song Shang, he looks like his brain has been eaten by a zombie, his eyes practically glued to Song Shang.
Moreover, Pu Zhao's feelings for Song Shang were not like a fan's liking for an idol; they were more like a woman's liking for a man, the kind of liking she had for Tang Song.
Pu Zhao didn't say it, but she could tell.
Pu Zhao's grip on the design draft tightened gradually. After a long pause, she cautiously asked, "Don't you like Teacher Song Shang?"
He shook his head and said, "I have someone I like."
"I'm not referring to the kind of liking that comes with idol worship." Pu Zhao looked a little anxious, wanting to explain clearly.
"I know, I mean the kind of liking that's romantic. I have other people I like, and our relationship is pretty good right now, but we haven't confessed our feelings yet. I'm not interested in Song Shang."
Pu Zhao stared at the long text on his phone screen, his heart gradually calming down. He glanced at Zhu Hao with a hint of shame and said in a muffled voice, "Um, so that person is the president's special assistant?"
Zhu Hao's lips twitched. "No!"
After tidying up the scraps of paper, I got up and left.
Pu Zhao caught up to her and lowered his voice, "You and the president's assistant really aren't in that kind of relationship? You like someone else?"
"No!" Zhu Hao replied earnestly, "Really not!"
“Alright.” Pu Zhao raised an eyebrow, picked up the design draft, and turned to leave. “As long as it’s not Song Shang, it’s fine.”
Zhu Hao stared at her obviously pleased back as she returned to her desk, somewhat speechless.
*
Fox Clan Manor.
Song Shang sat at his desk, his usually smooth hair now a mess.
The room was filled with scattered books.
He scratched his head in frustration, flipping through ancient books again and again, trying to find the reason for the failure of the bewitching technique.
Suddenly, a blurry handwritten mark appeared before my eyes.
The staff's control over the caster is greater than its own, but there is one situation where the staff cannot be used: when the caster develops additional feelings for the target.
Snap!
The book in Song Shang's hand fell to the ground.
He looked out the window somewhat blankly, muttering to himself, "Extra...feelings?"
thump thump thump...
A tremendous, drum-like sound rang in his ears.
Song Shang pressed his hand to his chest, trying to stop the arrogant beating of his heart.
The image of Zhu Hao's chubby little face flashed through his mind, and his heart pounded even harder, almost shattering his eardrums.
He was clearly only interested in Zhu Hao, so how could he have developed feelings for her? He even sensed it with his staff?
Song Shang swallowed hard, his gaze falling on the pink cat toy in front of him.
He slowly picked up the cat toy and answered his own question.
"I've fallen for a human?"
"impossible!"
"It's possible! The staff won't lie to me..."
"But that human is the wolf lord's wife of the wolf clan!"
"No! They haven't held a partnership contract ceremony yet!"
"I still have a chance!"
Song Shang jumped up, wincing in pain from his wounds.
He slammed his hand on the desk with a loud thud, scattering the papers around him. "I'm going to take her from you!"
*
weekend.
Zhu Hao, holding the completed design draft, stood furtively at the study door, his ear pressed against the door panel.
La la la~ I love my job! So much money! La la la~ With so much money, I can raise my little one! La la la~ My little one loves me! I love my little one! Awoo~
Best wishes, a shy smile playing on your lips.
【Hmm!? Is the cub at my doorstep?! Hahaha!! I knew the cub loved me!! Hahaha, cub, I'm here!】
Zhu Hao straightened up instantly, straightened her clothes, and stood quietly holding the design draft.
Whoosh!
The door opened quickly, and Tang Song's excited face appeared in the doorway.
He quickly calmed down, put on a serious face, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
Zhu Hao shoved the design draft into his hand and excitedly gestured for him to look at it.
[Great stuff! Great stuff! It must be something amazing! Otherwise, the cub wouldn't be so happy! Hehehe! Let me see!]
Tang Song lowered his eyes and flipped through the pages one by one.
These are design drafts for menswear, all of them are suits, but with some subtle differences.
His suit style is serious and composed, which is very much in line with his usual dressing style.
Tang Song suddenly looked up, her dark eyes sparkling as she stared at Zhu Hao, her tone rising, "You made this for me?"
With a smile playing on her lips, Zhu Hao nodded slightly and gestured with her hand, "Choose one, I'll make it for you!"
[Awoo~ Awoo~ The cub really made it for me!! So happy!! Waaaa~ Awoo~ Why can I only choose one set! I like this one, I like this one too! Oh dear! I like that one too! I have no choice!! Awoo~ Awoo~]
Tang Song pulled out a design draft of a dark blue suit and handed it to Zhu Hao, saying, "This one."
[Waaaaah... I can't have them all, it'll tire out the cubs! I'll just pick my absolute favorite! Aww~ I'm so excited!!]
Zhu Hao took the design draft, didn't even glance at it, and directly pushed Tang Song into the study. He then closed the study door behind him and stared at Tang Song seriously, saying, "Take off your clothes."
【Aaaaaah!!!】
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