Ye Wangchuan stared at the phone for a while, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was a little interested, especially the sentence at the end of Mr. Ye's text message, "You have to work hard," he didn't know why, he tasted a little bit of regret.

It feels like it is not steel.

"Master Wang, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at your phone in a daze?" Gu San came back from outside and happened to see a man standing by the counter with a cup of coffee, as if he was looking at his phone, but he didn't see him replying to the message.

I asked a little too much.

"Whose news?"

He has been with Ye Wangchuan for more than ten years, and his friendship is extraordinary, so he has no scruples, so he leaned over and took a look at his phone.

Just saw Mr. Ye’s text message. Gu San was also confused and showed a puzzled expression. He looked at the man with a puzzled look: “Master Wang, what has Miss Qiao done? Why did Mr. Ye send a text message to you

effort?"

Why does he feel that Mr. Ye’s next sentence seems to write, “If you don’t work hard, you can only eat soft food.”

As soon as Gu San's thought came out, he took a breath of air conditioning and quickly spit out so that he could not think about it.

Ye Wangchuan didn't look at his little movements, and casually put away his phone, and his tone was quite calm: "It's nothing, you'll be fucked in daily life."

Gu San:...

Master Wang, does Mr. Ye know that you are saying this to him behind your back?

Ye Wangchuan raised his head and looked upstairs. Seeing that the second floor was extremely quiet and no one wanted to come down, he raised his eyebrows and said to Gu San: "Here you help me see if the sour plum soup in the kitchen has been cooked."

It goes without saying who is used to make sour plum soup.

Gu San ran to the kitchen in a hurry.

The room upstairs was sunny outside, but Qiao Nian's room was not very light. She blocked part of the sun with the screen, and only the fine light fell on the floor.

There were a lot of paper balls on the ground.

The girl held a 2b pencil in her hand and outlined it on the drawing paper. The prototypes of one jewelry after another became clear in her pen.

But she seemed not very satisfied. Seeing that a bracelet was about to be finished, she bit the pen tip, leaned back, tore off the drawing paper on the table and kneaded it into a ball of paper and threw it on the ground.

Seeing that a picture book had been ruined by her, Qiao Nian's eyes were extremely dark, her eyebrows were covered with coldness. She opened the drawer and was about to take out another notebook.

Just as she was taking the things, there was a knock at the door.

"Is there something wrong?"

Although she tried her best to suppress the irritability in her heart, her voice was filled with a hint of impatience.

Anyone who works in the design knows that if someone comes to disturb you when it is not going well, the irritability will be three times higher than that in normal circumstances.

I just... I don't want to take my anger on anyone, but I'm just very annoying.

"Drink sour plum soup? I'll give you a serving." The man's voice became clearer and nicer, like a trickle of water that slightly relieved her irritability.

Qiao Nian relaxed her tight back a little, and said, "I didn't lock the door, come in directly."

She was placed on her desk with a laptop and draft in a mess, and threw the pencil biting on her lips on the table, relaxing herself. She didn't want to hide the things in the room because Ye Wangchuan came in.

He stood up from the chair and walked over.

“Is it cold?”

Qiao Nian looked at the black and white mug he brought in. It was the cup she usually used. She took it from his hand and raised her eyes. Although her extremely dark eyes still had the anxiety of not being smooth in the design draft, she could see that

She had a good control and did not vent her anger on irrelevant people.
Chapter completed!