地震时怎样保护自己

“Miss Lu, Miss Lu?” Xiaochen next to her called out several times, only then did she snap out of her thoughts.

Xiaochen was a bit nervous: “Miss Lu, did I do anything wrong recently? You looked pretty scary just now.”

“No.” Lu Weixi shook her head, glanced at Qin Zhigu’s social feed before turning off her phone, then shifted her gaze to the computer screen.

She saw a photo of Boss Liao being interviewed in his office. Behind him was a landscape painting, and his room was furnished with mahogany furniture. Even the decorations in the room were ceramic antiques. Suddenly, she had an idea.

She didn’t know what Simon White’s design would look like, but since he was a Chinese and was fond of incorporating local customs into his designs, it was likely that he would incorporate elements of classical Chinese art, possibly ceramics, or bronzes.

She searched for more information about Boss Liao, and indeed, found that he had been regularly attending auctions in recent years. He was particularly fond of porcelain from the Ming and Qing Dynasties and bronzes from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. By correlating Boss Liao’s preferences from his interviews, she gathered all the information and had a general direction in mind.

But if she could find this out, other designers might as well. But that’s okay, at this time, she should really thank Bai Changyou. Although the Bai family started with real estate and were nouveaux riche, Bai Changyou and her mother were genuine college students. She studied interior design, and although it didn’t require as solid a foundation in fine arts as architectural design, aesthetics was important. She had also studied art since childhood. While the Bai family could not afford antiques at that time, she still saw many museum pieces and treasures, which built a solid foundation in traditional Chinese studies.

This could be called failure in love but success in the business. Now that she had a direction, it was time to work hard. Once she had a plan, she even forgot about Bai Changyou and Qin Zhigu, immersing herself completely in her design.

She had several tasks in the afternoon. She scribbled down her ideas and then hit the road, and by the time she finished and returned, it was already early evening. She drove tiredly back to her villa in West Mountain. By the time she got home, it was almost nine o’clock. With work busying her, all these trivial little thoughts were completely forgotten.

Qin Zhiyou also came home, but he stayed in the study from the time she entered the door until she went to rest, without taking a single step outside. When she got up the next day, he had already left. It was the same in the evening, and even though they lived under the same roof, they didn’t even see each other’s faces once.

Friday came again.

She didn’t have much work today, after running errands for the first client, she sent Xiaochen and Xiaoqian back to the office and took her car for maintenance. The previous sudden car stall had indeed given her a fright. It was a good opportunity to thoroughly clean it up over the weekend. After dropping off the car at the 4S shop, she didn’t want to take a taxi back to the company. She took the subway and then transferred to the bus two times. Walking and waiting at each stop, amidst the hustle and bustle.

Initially, only in one’s youth would one compose poems to express sorrow. Once you enter society, where each day you are as tired as a dog, it’s already nice to have enough to eat, warm clothes, and a house to sleep in. Who has the energy to feel sad or lament about nature?

But when she got to the company, she was genuinely gloomy, because she saw a Mercedes parked at the company’s entrance, with Qin Zhiyou leaning against the car door. As soon as he saw her, he fixed his eyes on her without blinking..