Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

"Huh?" Mi Yingying was dumbfounded for a moment, "I c...I he m...Isn't it, and this b..."

A series of beautiful Chinese words came out of her mouth, and Mi Yingying's emotions that she had endured for so many days burst out in this instant.

In sharp contrast to Wen Siheng's reaction just now, Jian Anran felt secretly again that Wen Siheng's mood was indeed very stable.

I never thought that the other party could come up with such an outrageous reason. The few of them seemed to be struck by lightning, and they didn't even know where to start complaining.

"I'm really convinced of this board of directors." Mi Yingying blushed and was furious.

"However," Jane Anran suddenly thought, "Our project leader is..."

Glancing secretly in Wen Siheng's direction, she suddenly remembered that Wen Siheng didn't have a certificate of first-class registered architect, so she couldn't sign her project yet.

"That's right," Mi Yingying just realized, "So it's our teacher who doesn't match?"

It's the vice president.

Ever since Xiangyi transferred to Xu Nianhe's team, this name had hardly appeared in their office, so that Jian Anran didn't realize the existence of this person for a while.

Wen Siheng nodded slightly, confirming their guess.

The Ludao Foundation's trick is very shady, saying that there is no public bidding, and they are the ones who want to directly decide the plan internally, and now they are the ones who are obstructing it again and again.

Knowing that the actual person in charge of the project was not Wen Siheng, the other party deliberately pulled out such outrageous excuses as the incompatibility of characters.

The other party tried their best to do this, because they hoped that they could eat Coptis chinensis themselves. It's not good that the vice president of the prime minister was willing to help with this, but now Wen Siheng came to him and said that he couldn't do it, right?
It may be a bit of personal prejudice, but Jian Anran thinks that people at the age of the Deputy Prime Minister probably care about this kind of feng shui theory and horoscope.

Everything is ready, just waiting for them to withdraw voluntarily.

The only regret is that the few of them spent countless days and nights on this project in the past. Jian Anran even felt that with such a Party A, even if they could really win the project, the four of them would never be able to win the project in the next few months. Better than where to go.

"The other party is not a sincere cooperator, and we will not participate in any projects related to them in the future." Without saying anything else, Wen Siheng turned around, picked up his briefcase, and walked straight to the small office.

The moment the glass door closed, the office fell into silence again.

Song Qi looked up at the ceiling, Mi Yingying lay down on the table and sighed, Jian Anran leaned her head against the glass behind her, and was speechless for a long time.

The more she got to this time, the more she doubted whether the major of architecture was the right choice for her.

Complicated intertwined interests, deep scheming, and a highly dependent so-called network of relationships.

No matter which point is singled out, it is something that Jian Anran, who is born in an ordinary family, cannot have.

"But by the way," Mi Yingying straightened up suddenly, "Do you have any activities on the day of the winter solstice?"

"Winter solstice?" Looking through the calendar, Jian Anran suddenly realized that the winter solstice is next week.

When she was at home, her mother, Yang Yahui, would make glutinous rice balls by herself. Even if there was class on this day, she would rush home to eat glutinous rice balls together no matter how late it was.

It had been a long time since she had been home, and Jian Anran looked at the date on the calendar in a daze.

"Sister, what are you thinking? Why are you in a daze again?"

When she came to her senses, Mi Yingying was already standing in front of her, her hands resting on the table.

"What about you, are there any arrangements for the winter solstice?" She asked again.

Song Qi on the side seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, "I'm going home."

Song Qi is from a county under Luojiang, and he will go home on weekends if he has nothing to do.

Mi Yingying is from the north.

Jian Anran happened to hear her talk about her experience of returning home. There was no direct plane from Luojiang to her hometown. She had to take a three-and-a-half-hour plane first, and then take a one-hour bus to the train station. I have to take a slow train for another three and a half hours, and the road home can be described as very bumpy.

Therefore, Mi Yingying will not go home unless it is winter or summer vacation.

The dormitory has access control and attendance. She had a premonition that she would often leave early and return late during her postgraduate studies. Mi Yingying did not live in the school, but rented a small single room near the school.

"What about you, Anran?" After Song Qi was hopeless, Mi Yingying immediately cast an earnest gaze on Jian Anran.

"Me?" Jian Anran thought for a while, "I don't have any arrangements, should I be free?"

"That's great!" Mi Yingying's black eyes lit up instantly, and Mi Yingying looked very happy, "Then come to my rented house during the winter solstice, and let's make dumplings together!"

"Make dumplings?" Jian Anran was a little puzzled, "Why make dumplings?"

"Why don't you make dumplings?" Mi Yingying was confused, "Otherwise, what do you eat during the winter solstice?"

"Eat glutinous rice balls." Jian Anran answered naturally.

"What?" It was obviously the first time Mi Yingying heard this answer, Mi Yingying looked very surprised, "Why do you eat glutinous rice balls during the winter solstice?"

Regarding the differences in food culture between the north and the south, after the three of them had a heated discussion, Mi Yingying and Jian Anran finally reached an agreement: eat glutinous rice balls at noon on the day of the winter solstice, and eat dumplings at night.

……

The office outside the glass was bustling with people. Sometimes they discussed something fiercely, and sometimes they were angry with each other and scolded Ludao's foundation together.

In the small office inside the glass, Wen Siheng stared at the WeChat interface in awe, his fingers resting on the dialog box, not knowing how to speak for a long time.

"Wait for the light—" The phone in her pocket vibrated twice, and Jian Anran took it out immediately, and a new message appeared on the interface:
[Teacher Wen Siheng: Winter solstice has something to do! 】

Checking the time, Jian Anran only received the message 5 minutes ago, and the mobile phone often has no signal, which made it impossible for her to receive many messages in time.

[Jane:? 】

[Teacher Wen Siheng: My mother asked us to go back and have a meal together during the winter solstice a few days ago]

[Jane: Thank you for the invitation, I don’t want a threesome, please be clever]

When she went back to Henghe Garden last time, Jian Anran's memories were not too good.

The mother-in-law who is faintly dissatisfied with herself, the husband who talks and does things without discussion, and the husband's mean ex.

Tang Yirui, who is still regretting that her son is not with Xu Nianhe, if she knows that Xu Nianhe plans to live in Luojiang for a long time now, can she not ask her to have dinner with her?
It's fine to go to class at ordinary times, and Jian Anran doesn't want to see Xu Nianhe's raised chin at all during the beautiful festival.

【Jane: The family doesn't accept divorced men?Haven't dared to say so far? 】In the end, she still couldn't hold back her yin and yang.