Please blacken the female supporting boss in quick time travel

Chapter 289 I'm Not Responsible (29)

Poppy tapped her fingers on the table twice, then nodded, "Okay."

It doesn't really matter to me whether to hold a meeting to discuss it, but I still have to do it. The original owner is a chief designer after all, and he didn't discuss it at all. Isn't it a lack of team spirit, and I'm afraid it will be rejected. People say they look down on people.

I'm afraid it won't be easy to manage if I take over the company in the future.

The meeting lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon. Poppy stretched her waist and twisted her neck. She was really tired. Ever since she got here out of nowhere, she had been resting and rarely came out, so she wasn't tired at all. Pass.

Tsk, I'm really not used to being so tired all of a sudden today.

Back in the office, I took a paper to write and draw, two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and I would be off work in a while.

The competition is in three months, so it’s not too stressful.

After get off work, Poppy didn't stay long at the company, and left the company with her things, and drove towards home.

Time flies, and a month has passed. During this month, Poppy spends most of his time in the company, and when he comes home, he just sits in the bedroom. After all, this design draft also needs inspiration, and it still needs to be completed carefully. Think about it.

The most bizarre thing is that the design competition has no theme at all, only the design of the ring is stated. As for what it will look like, it is not mentioned at all, but people can say that it is very good to design a ring.

There was a design competition a few years ago that didn't even say anything about designing, and it was really difficult for you to think about it yourself.

After getting off work at night, she has been nesting in the bedroom until Poppy came out at nine o'clock in the evening, and walked downstairs in her pajamas.

I only ate a little something at night, how could I be full, I still have to find something to eat downstairs, or I will starve to death.

It's just that Poppy, who had just taken a carton of milk and a small cake in the refrigerator, heard the sound of the door opening.

Suddenly a little surprised, is it the target person?Isn't he at home?

[Boss!Can you take good care of the target person?They don't even know if they are at home or not. ]
Mandala is about to cry, and you don’t even know if the target person is at home. Tell me how you can complete the task, and how can you make the target person like you?
[I am very busy. ] Really, I am also very busy, okay, now he still has something to do with that Zhou Zhengyang, no matter how much he does, it is useless, of course, there is no need for this at all.

[…] These are secondary, the target person is the main thing, okay?ah!I really don't understand the brain circuit of the boss.

Poppy raised her eyebrows, obviously not intending to continue to pay attention to Datura, put the cake on the table, and walked towards the door with the milk.

"Ma'am." Poppy opened the door, and saw He Zisu's assistant outside the door holding the drunk, unconscious He Zisu, when he saw Poppy who opened the door, he yelled in embarrassment.

Poppy frowned suddenly, "Come in first." They couldn't be left outside all the time, it wouldn't look good, of course they had to go back to the room and talk slowly.

"Hey, good." The assistant responded hastily, and helped He Zisu walk towards the room.

(End of this chapter)