After a while, Yu Jiaojiao put away her cell phone and looked at her, "Hey."

"..."                                                                                                                              �

Yu Jiaojiao was unhappy and hit her arm, saying unhappily: "I'm talking to you!"

"I don't call him hey."

Shan Yiqian said indifferently.

Yu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and looked disdainful: "What are you trying to do?"

In front, the driver listened to their conversation and felt trembling, fearing that they would start fighting again.

The young people nowadays have bad tempers.

He just pulled over that, and the two little girls directly grabbed each other's hair and teared it open.

It probably won't be true to see these two dresses, but it's not clear.

"I ask you, are you telling me that you gave up on this curation? Is it true or false?"

"..."                                                                                                                              �

Shan Yiqian lost her patience and looked at Yu Jiaojiao, "Are you upset?"

"If you answer me, I won't be upset."

"Really, really, is that OK?"

Yu Jiaojiao snorted coldly and said, "This is what you said yourself, you'd better remember it! If you regret it later, I won't let you go!"

"oh?"

Hearing this, Shan Yiqian smiled with interest, "I'm curious, why don't you let me go?"

"I..." Yu Jiaojiao opened her mouth when she was interrupted by Shan Yiqian's faint voice, "You are here."

As she finished speaking, the taxi stopped and the driver said, "Miss, you're here."

Yu Jiaojiao looked out, took her bag and slammed into the car door.

Looking at her back angrily rushing away, the driver shook his head and started the car.

"This lady has a really bad temper."

Shan Yiqian smiled and said nothing.

The driver asked again: "Miss, are you friends?"

"no."

"I just said it, it doesn't look like it.

That's it?"

"colleague."

"No wonder, no wonder."

The driver nodded violently, and I knew it was like this, "There is a lot of competition among colleagues."

The next day, I searched for my dreams.

"Sister Yi Qian, there is a temporary change in the exhibition hall. I have sorted out the specific information here."

Fang Fang said, handing the information in her hand to Shan Yiqian.

Shan Yiqian opened it and passed it briefly, nodding: "It's much better than what I did last time, very carefully, and good.

Come on!"

Fang Fang felt relieved when she heard the praise and smiled shyly: "Thank you, Sister Yiqian, then I'll go to work."

"Go."

"Single Akane."

Yu Jiaojiao walked over, leaned against her desk, holding her arm, "When are you going to tell the editor-in-chief that you gave up on curating?"

Shan Yiqian didn't raise her head and continued what she was doing.

Yu Jiaojiao was so angry by her arrogant and noble attitude that she was about to say something, but the editor-in-chief asked them to enter the office.

"You'd better tell the editor quickly!"

Before leaving, Yu Jiaojiao left a fierce sentence.

Shan Yiqian sighed, stood up, and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office.

The two stood side by side, and the editor-in-chief stood in front of them and asked, "Do you have any clues about the curatorial planning?"

"I'm already preparing."

Yu Jiaojiao took the lead in answering, revealing a sense of confidence in her words.

The editor nodded with satisfaction and looked at the silent Shan Yiqian, "Yiqian, where are you?"

"I..."                                                                                                                              

After interrupting Shan Yiqian, Yu Jiaojiao smiled and held her arm, "Editor-in-Chief, Director Shan has something to report to you.

Director Shan, tell me.”

After looking at Yu Jiaojiao, Shan Yiqian sneered in her heart and said, "Editor-in-Chief, I want to quit about this curatorial matter."

"What?"

The editor-in-chief was stunned when he heard this.

After coming to his senses, he looked at Shan Yiqian in confusion, "Why?

How could you want to quit?”

According to his understanding of Shan Yiqian, she is a very professional person.

"You won't be unaware of Mr. Zhou's identity, nor will you be unaware of the importance of this curation?"

“Yes, I know.

It’s just the editor-in-chief, I have some personal reasons, so I want to quit.”

“Personal reason?

What's the personal reason?

It has something to do with Mr. Zhou?”

The editor-in-chief has not forgotten Zhou Yunliang’s big work at the Liang Shao Painting Exhibition, and it is even more impossible to forget that the exhibition was planned by Shan Yiqian.

In fact, he is the same, suspecting that Zhou Yunliang and Shan Yiqian have some connection.

And if he guessed correctly, Zhou Yunliang wanted Shan Yiqian in this curatorial exhibition.

He asked Shan Yiqian and Yu Jiaojiao to plan together, but it was just a formality.

If Shan Yiqian withdrew and Zhou Yunliang did not cooperate with Xunmeng in anger, then he would have suffered a lot of losses.

No, no, Shan Yiqian must participate.

"What are you talking about? "

Shan Yiqian didn't expect the editor to ask the bottom of the matter and frowned: "I'm not very comfortable lately, so maybe..."                                                                                                              

After severely interrupting her, the editor-in-chief's voice became cold and cold: "It's not your first day of work, you should know what to do and what not to do.

Public and private must be clearer.

Do I need me to remind you about this?"

"..." Yu Jiaojiao was anxious when she saw this.

The editor-in-chief said that Shan Yiqian must persist.

"Editor-in-chief, since Director Shan has a personal reason, let's not make things too difficult for her.

And me.

I will definitely do it well to ensure that Mr. Zhou is satisfied.”

"Shut up!"

The editor-in-chief yelled at her with disrespect, sneering: "What's wrong with you!"

Yu Jiaojiao: "..."                                                                                                                           �

It seems that the editor-in-chief is not the editor-in-chief, but her.

"No, why are you glaring at her?"

When the editor-in-chief saw Yu Jiaojiao's eyes, he was angry and funny.

Yu Jiaojiao bit her lip and hurriedly lowered her head, "That, I, I didn't..."                                                                                                                �

He waved his hand irritably, and the editor-in-chief said coldly: "You go out first."
To be continued...