C1903 Plan
She turned on her phone and it was a message from Ton Zi.
"Look down."
Du Ruoqing was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she felt blessed. She walked to the window and hesitated for a long time. Finally, she stood behind the curtain.
She looked down.
The person who had sent her the message was standing below.
Tang Xin leaned against the car and held his phone in his hand. As if he had noticed something, he raised his head and looked up.
Du Ruoqing subconsciously hid behind the curtains.
Waiting for this action. After doing this, she realized how foolish her actions were.
Why did she have to dodge?
It was Tang Zi's fault. How would he dare to come to her house? He must be trying to make Gu Zifan misunderstand her...
Du Ruoqing tightly grabbed the curtains in front of her. Her eyes couldn't help but drift downstairs.
At that moment, her phone rang again.
It was a message from Tang Zi.
Tang Zi: "It's good that you're alright. I'm just downstairs at your house. If you have anything to say, you can tell me."
Du Ruoqing sneered. So what if she told him? Who did he think he was?
She turned off her phone and did not reply to Tang Zi's message. She turned around and went to bed.
She was crazy to be touched by this illegitimate child. Was he worthy?!
Du Ruoqing closed her eyes, but she could not fall asleep no matter what.
There was a voice in her heart that shouted for her to go downstairs and tell her that Tang Zi cared about her so much. She should go down and at least tell him to thank him for his concern.
However, another voice warned her that Tang Zi was merely an illegitimate child that could not be put on the table. He must have ulterior motives for getting close to her. If she went down, she would be tricked by Tang Zi! At that time, Gu Zifan would have a reason to slander her.
The last voice suppressed the first one, but it could not be denied that Tang Zi's appearance tonight had stirred up waves of ripples in Du Ruoqing's heart.
Although the water was not big, a single spark could set a prairie fire.
Gradually, Du Ruoqing finally couldn't bear the exhaustion and fell asleep.
Tang Zi, who was downstairs, had no intention of leaving.
He raised his head and stared at the window of the thirteenth floor. That was Du Ruoqing's room.
He laughed lightly. Of course, he didn't miss that fleeting figure.
Tang Zi leisurely lit a cigarette, his right hand holding his phone in boredom.
The message he sent out didn't receive any response.
Tang Zi did not get angry, but laughed instead. The fish was about to take the bait.
After about ten minutes, Tang Zi got into the car and sent a message to Feng Ming.
"The plan went smoothly."2
Fengming had found him and shared this plan with him. Tang Zi was very conflicted at first. If revenge was revenge, then it was revenge. Why did he need to rely on a woman?
Later, he thought about it clearly. There were two paths that could lead to the top of the mountain. One was arduous, and the other was a flat shortcut. Why did he not choose to take the shortcut to climb the mountain?
The corners of Tang Zi's mouth curled into a cold smile. To him, Du Ruoqing was just a shortcut for revenge.
To deal with this kind of woman, as long as he gave her a little bit of warmth, she would be mistaken for him. Only she would not have a deep relationship with him.
Tonight's plan verified his plan.
He looked out the window in the direction of Du Ruoqing's home.
He stretched lazily, a smile of determination on his face.
Soon, he would succeed.
...
There were still two days before Zhou Madam's exhibition. Most of the new products designed by the studio after working overtime were rejected by Huo Niannian. The drafts that were left behind were only one-tenth of the original.
Although some people were disappointed because they were rejected, there were still some complaints. However, one-tenth of the new products were all top quality products. No matter which one they took out, they could not pick out any flaws.
At noon, Huo Niannian got off work and received a call from Zhou Tong when she just got home.
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