Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 830: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (43)

The sunlight shone through the gauze curtains onto the wooden table. Jiang Tianmo's fingertips swiped across the tablet, calling up the design draft that she had worked on for three nights.

When Sang Xia timidly walked in with the tea tray, Jiang Tianmo suddenly tugged at Song Yuesheng's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Sister Yue, it really is a rabbit spirit."

Song Yuesheng looked up.

Sang Xia wore a beige sweater today, with a white hairpin in her hair, and she kept pursing her lips unconsciously when she walked.

At this moment, she was wringing her hands nervously, just like a lop-eared rabbit with its ears pricked up when it was frightened.

"Ms. Song..." Sang Xia's ears turned red from being stared at by the two men, "Does the designer find it difficult to draw the draft?"

The cups on the tea tray collided gently, making a tiny sound.

Song Yuesheng took the teacup and said gently, "Dashan is just worried that the design style doesn't meet your expectations."

"Jiang Dashan" was the name that Jiang Tianmo insisted on calling him.

She said the name sounded domineering and you could tell at first glance that she wasn't a soft girl who was easy to bully.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jiang Tianmo immediately switched to professional mode and turned the tablet towards Sang Xia. “Please see, Dean Sang, I have referred to the layout of twelve excellent welfare institutions at home and abroad.”

The design on the screen is amazingly detailed:

The main building is in warm goose yellow, and the roof is designed to be wavy, like pages of a book blown by the wind.

The atrium garden is divided into a maze-like play area with low shrubs, and there are a few playing figures painted in the corners.

Each dormitory is marked with the best lighting angle, and the windows are specially made in the shape of clouds.

The columns of the cultural gallery even use dotted lines to outline the location of the future murals.

"There is a vegetable planting area reserved here, the children can..." Jiang Tianmo explained excitedly, but stopped abruptly when he saw Sang Xia's flashing eyes, "Uh... what do you think, Dean Sang?"

Sang Xia's finger hovered above the screen, not dropping it.

Finally, she withdrew her hand and said softly, "It's up to Designer Jiang to decide..."

The steam from the teacup rose, and Song Yuesheng suddenly reached out and pressed Sang Xia's wrist.

"Director." She applied a little force with her fingertips. "Design drawings are not test papers. There is no standard answer. If you don't tell me, Dashan won't know whether the design is suitable for the orphanage."

Sang Xia's slender fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the tablet, her voice so soft that it almost disappeared into the air: "But I really don't understand design. What if the suggestions I make are inappropriate..."

Song Yuesheng gently placed the teacup back on the tray, and the porcelain made a crisp sound when it collided with each other.

She raised her eyes to look at Sang Xia, her gaze firm and gentle: "Dean Sang, you are the one who knows the needs of the orphanage best. If you don't tell us, how can we know what the children really need?"

Jiang Tianmo moved closer at the right time, her hair brushing across Sang Xia's shoulders: "That's right! Dean Sang, just mention it, don't be polite to me!"

Sang Xia shrank back in fear at the sudden closeness, with the tips of her ears turning a faint pink.

She took a deep breath and lightly swiped her fingertips across the screen: "Although there are not many children now, there may be many abandoned babies after the completion of the project..."

Her voice gradually became smoother. "Sufficient space should be reserved for the accommodation area, and the equipment in the activity area should avoid sharp edges. Also, the height of the guardrail here..."

Halfway through the conversation, Sang Xia suddenly realized that the room was unusually quiet.

She looked up in panic, her eyelashes trembling: "Is... is it too much to ask?"

Jiang Tianmo slapped his thigh hard, so hard that even the teacup shook: "Great! This is the professional advice I want!"

She put her arm around Sang Xia's shoulders warmly, not noticing that her body stiffened instantly.

"Dean Sang should have said this a long time ago!"

Song Yuesheng watched Sang Xia gradually relax from her initial awkwardness, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor, giving the scene a warm hue.

She tapped the table with her fingers, interrupting their discussion: "Dean Sang, remember to contact me after you decide on the site."

Seeing that Sang Xia was about to refuse again, she interrupted in advance and said, "Let Dashan accompany you to handle the formalities. On-site inspection will also help with the design."

Sang Xia hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded gently: "Okay."

Song Yuesheng took out a checkbook from her handbag and drew smooth lines on the paper with her pen.

Jiang Tianmo widened her eyes and looked at the dizzying number - 200 million yuan.

When the check was handed to Sang Xia, she could even smell the faint scent of ink on it.

"Be sure to keep it safe." Song Yuesheng's voice was soft, but it carried unquestionable strength, "For the children."

Jiang Tianmo's eyes switched back and forth between the check and Song Yuesheng, and she screamed wildly in her heart: What kind of rich sister is this!

She suddenly put down the electronic pen and ran out in two steps.

"Sister, Sister Yue!" She stopped Song Yuesheng in the corridor, her eyes bright and amazing, "Um... what you said before about hiring me as a painter..."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl who suddenly became obedient in front of him: "Why? Are you worried that I will regret it?"

“How can that be possible!” Jiang Tianmo rubbed his hands together, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing. “I’m just expressing my opinion. I will definitely work hard when the time comes!”

She lowered her voice and said, "When buying the land, I will definitely help Dean Sang bargain. I am an expert at bargaining in the vegetable market!"

Song Yuesheng couldn't help laughing and reached out to help her straighten her crooked collar: "Okay, we'll sign the contract after the orphanage is built."

The sunlight shone through the glass window at the end of the corridor, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.

As Jiang Tianmo walked back humming a tune, Song Yuesheng looked at her back and suddenly thought of the girl who mechanically made coffee in the coffee shop - now there was light in her eyes.

**

However, two weeks later, Song Yuesheng was standing in front of a splash-ink painting when his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Tianmo's name jumped on the screen, accompanied by a series of rapid ringtones.

"Sister Yue, I don't want to disturb you, but..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was unusually hesitant, and the rustling of papers could be heard in the background.

Just as Song Yuesheng was about to respond, a bony hand suddenly reached out from behind him, and the slender fingers lightly stroked - the call ended abruptly.

"Don't call if you don't want to cause trouble." The boy's clear voice was filled with obvious displeasure, and his warm breath brushed past her ears.

On the other end of the line, Jiang Tianmo was holding up the phone in a daze.

"The boyfriend of the rich sister?" she whispered, "or husband?"

Before she could sort out her thoughts, Sang Xia came over anxiously, and the soft cuffs of her sweater rubbed against the documents on the table.

"What did Sister Yue say?"

Because Jiang Tianmo often mentioned it, Sang Xia also started to call her that.

Jiang Tianmo scratched his head: "Uh... we have to find a way to get them to hand over the land. Sister Yue is... dealing with her relationship problems?"

Sang Xia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes fell on the complaint document on the desk.

The papers had been turned over and had frayed edges, but they were never submitted to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

"Then let's go again tomorrow." Her voice was as light as a sigh.

“Those people are just passing the buck!” Jiang Tianmo scratched her hair in annoyance, and her hair tie was loosened a little. “Without a nod from above, they won’t even look at me.”

The two looked at each other in silence. The setting sun outside the window stretched their shadows very long, casting them obliquely on the complaint documents that no one had handled.