She wasnât ready to be recognized by Zhong Jing.
She wasnât sure what her reaction would be when he recognized her but she was apprehensive and frightened.
She didnât know if Zhong Jing had really asked the props artist for a way to make a model of her face. Anyway, if she stopped using the shampoo, she wouldnât cross over and would be able to hide from him.
He will be disappointed with her in reality.
Later, Zhong Jingâs anger seemed to gradually subside, and he was no longer so irritable. She found out from Han Qiming that Zhongjing had talked to the prop master in person and he didnât know what he wanted to do so he guessed that it might be a whim to make a statue for fun.
Jiang Yuan didnât dare to be careless so she didnât use the shampoo anymore or else she might get killed.
However, her design draft could no longer be delayed. When Zhong Ze urged her to go to the top floor again, she had no choice. After confirming with Han Qiming that Zhongjing was free, she went up with her notebook.
When she went up, Zhongjing was exercising and Shen Cong was not there. Zhongjing was telling Han Qiming to go out to run errands so Han Qiming said hello to her and left.
She and Zhong Jing were the only two left in the entire floor.
She stood there a little bewildered.
There were only two people in such a large space. Of course, Zhong Jing saw her and his eyes swept over frowning a little.
She shuddered at the sight of him and pursed her lips then raised her feet and walked towards him.
He was riding an exercise bike and was wearing casual short sleeves and trousers. He had been exercising for a while before she came up and his face was covered in sweat and she smelt the familiar cologne and sweat on his body.
It was so familiar, so familiar that it made her⊠heart palpitate.
âDo you want me to look at the design draft?â Zhong Jing didnât understand what the little staff was doing, didnât she come to him to confirm the draft?
Jiang Yuan hurriedly opened the notebook and opened a document and showed it to him, âYes, Mr. Zhong, please take a look.â
Zhong Jing stopped his footsteps, wiped the sweat from his face with the towel around his neck and looked at the contents of the computer.
The two got closer and the smell on him intensified, the scent of male hormones made her heart beat wildly uncontrollably.
She was reminded of a pretenious saying, âThe farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you but you donât know that I love youâŠ
The distance between her and him is probably more than one galaxy apart.
He is the star in the sky and she is the pebble on the ground.
Her eyes were a little sore and she tried her best to maintain her composure for fear that he would sense that something was wrong with her.
Fortunately, the other party quickly read the design draft and nodded, âWell done, thatâs it.â
Jiang Yuan took a step back and closed the computer, âOkay, thank you, Mr. Zhong. Then we will send it out .â
âYeah.â
Jiang Yuan turned and walked out.
âWaitââ
Jiang Yuanâs heart jumped, and she turned around slightly, âWhat else is there , Mr. Zhong?â
Zhong Jing coughed dryly and said, âGo back and tell Vice President Zhong that the design is good this time. Tell him that I like your design very much.â
Jiang Yuan didnât understand.
A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Zhong Jingâs face, âLast time I lost my temper and tore up the brochure and even outsourced it to someone else so big brother is very unhappy.â He sighed and instructed her, âJust do as I say.â
Jiang Yuan nodded and replied, âOkay.â
âGo on.â
Jiang Yuan didnât breathe a sigh of relief until she got into the elevator, she just thought that he had recognized her.
Itâs strange to wear a hat in a warm room. In order to avoid being recognized by him, she has been recently tying her hair in a bun without any loose hair.
He wonât recognize her.
No, he wonât.
She was alone in a daze in the elevator going down. When she reached the seventeenth floor, Linda just came to take the elevator and when she saw her, she was stunned, âJiang Yuan, why are you crying?â
Jiang Yuan came back to her senses, and wiped her face, there were tears on her face but she didnât even know she was crying.
She hurriedly wiped it, âNothing, Iâm fine.â
Probably she was crying about her own life and that every time she only had a crush in her life.
Linda guessed : âYou came down from the top floor? Did you get scolded by Mr. Zhong? Alas, you are really pitiful. You have been scolded by the big guy all day, and now you have to be harassed by the little guy. Itâs really hard for you.â
Linda rambled on and on, but Jiang Yuan couldnât tell the reason why she was crying so she just admitted to being wronged by Zhongjing. She didnât understand her own mood, she didnât want him to recognize her but she was still very disappointed that he couldnât recognize her.