My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille)

In the conference room.

Camille opened the computer and put the drawing on the big screen, then said to Mr. Moss, the head of Simpson Group, "The whole drawing includes the exterior and interior and the green design, do you see any changes?"

Camille's design is mature, not only new, but also contains a lot of classical style, but the two together do not clash, but make the whole fuller and more harmonious.

Mr. Moss has been in this business for many years, and his eyes are poisonous, and he reads things very carefully, but he couldn't really find anything wrong with this drawing that Camille sent.

Mr. Moss also pointed out a few questions, and Camille was able to answer them all, clearly having done her homework.

Mr. Moss nodded his head and said: "Good, I am very satisfied, but still have to submit to the top to see to give you a reply whether there is a problem? After all, this project has a lot of attention and is considered the most anticipated building in Hance City this year, Ms. Armstrong will not think much of it, right?"

"Of course not, it's all normal procedure."

Camille said lightly.

The person in charge of Fumiko Estate didn't say anything throughout the whole process, because the exchange between the two was a professional conversation. Although the Fumiko Estate side is doing design, many things are still not comprehensive enough.

After looking at the drawings, Camille made a few comments of her own, and we were talking when the door to the conference room was pushed open.

Several people's eyes looked over at the same time.

The man at the head of the group has an upright figure, and that handsome face is deep and low.

Mr. Moss immediately got up: "Mr. Simpson, you're just in time, we're talking about the project's drawings."

The head of Fumiko Estate hastened to introduce himself attentively, "Mr. Simpson, how do you do, I am the representative of Fumiko Estate."

Ayan slightly raised his head as a greeting, and his eyes went to the woman sitting there without speaking.

Mr. Moss hastened to make an introduction: "Mr. Simpson, this is architect Miss Armstrong."

"Hello Miss Armstrong."

Ayan's face is gentle and his voice is low.

Camille just got up, she looked at the meaningful look in the man's eyes and whispered, "Hello Mr. Simpson!"

was the first time

arrival of Ayan, the atmosphere was

Mr. Moss asked Camille to reopen the drawing: "Mr. Simpson, would you like to see if there are any

Camille did as she was

but stared at the man, see him slightly wrinkled eyebrows, the expression does not seem to be very good, the eyes also overflowing with not very

The next second, he looked up at her and asked

can not hear whether

a bit serious, so it's hard not to

don't think there is any problem with the overall outline of this drawing, if I had to find any flaws it would be some minor architectural design and

was direct and frank, without any

anxious and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Simpson, Miss Armstrong does not mean that, we can modify

his demands are our demands." The head of Fumiko Estate whispered in Camille's ear, warning her in

and didn't say anything, but the words of the head of Fumiko Estate made

line of one's professional ethics cannot be swayed

lose their flavor once

the scene, he leaned back in his chair and looked

asked lightly, "Mr. Moss, do

is a veteran of the Simpson Group and trusts that Ayan will

confessed, "I think

Fumiko Estate was

lightly, "Well, that's

not clear whether he is saying that the person

very minor hiccup,

revision of the drawing was also solved, and then

the time and Kian immediately

Mr. Simpson host a piece of dinner,

for

sense that the meal was not about the Fumiko Estate, let alone the collaboration, but probably about

great honor to have dinner with Ayan, so we all packed up and took the elevator downstairs

at the Simpson Group building waiting for the driver

spoke up and said, "Miss Armstrong ride with me in a car, just some questions about design convenience

smiled lightly and

all, the magnetic field between men and women is the easiest to misunderstand, but the two parties involved did not have any differences and reactions, so