Maybe for a person like Rong Zheng, although he is an adult's mind and body, he is still like a baby just in swaddling clothes for some people in this society who are warm and cold and get along with each other.

Looking at the world curiously, gradually integrating into the rules of survival of this society, and then slowly feeling the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the complex feelings in addition to love.

Affection, friendship......

The company created him, and indeed Zhou Ling made him connect with the world.

He will never forget that the sun was shining that day, and an angry woman found him in the basement.

A moment of warmth brings a lifetime of waiting.

Even if he only has, ten years is long.

The two had another day of rest at home before going to work. And Zhou Yiran also happened to go to the company to report.

In the studio, Wen Zhuo came back from outside, and wanted to talk to Rong Zheng about the recent school activities, but he saw a ball of paper and an impatient Rong Zheng on his face.

He bent down and picked up a few paper balls on the ground, and just wanted to walk over, but just happened to meet Rong Zheng who tore off the paper on the drawing board and crumpled it into balls and threw it at his feet.

Wen Zhuo tossed the paper waste ball into the paper basket that was almost full, and then picked up the paper that had just been torn off and thrown at his feet.

"What's the matter? so grumpy?"

Wen Zhuo smiled and opened the paper, only to see that the oil paintings on the paper had been pasted together, but the outline of the woman was faintly visible.

Only then did Rong Zheng notice Wen Zhuo's arrival, scratched his already messy hair, and his handsome facial features were squeezed together in distress, like the clumps of paper on the ground that were ravaged by him.

"Why are you here?"

"Originally, I wanted to discuss with you about the recent activities of our school, such as asking you to take a photo as a publicity for our school. But now it looks like you're definitely out of time today. ”

Wen Zhuo folded the waste paper and put it aside, his tone teasing.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Rong Zheng's brows arched, a little unhappy.

"You are now relatively famous in the painting circle, and you can use your promotional photos to attract more people to sign up. Wen Zhuo explained with a smile, and handed him the publicity plan, "If you don't want to, forget it, I can find another way." ”

Rong Zheng took the planning book and glanced at it hastily, and thought for a while before nodding, "What time?"

"It's okay for this week, depending on your convenience. I'll pay you as a bonus on your payroll card. ”

"You...... Cash flow is okay now, right?"

Although Wen Zhuo said that someone invested, Rong Zheng always felt unreliable.

The investor has never been to the company, and I haven't sent anyone else.

Where does anyone invest without inspecting the company's specific operations?

And Wen Zhuo doesn't look like he has no money at all now, and even when he pays his salary this month, he hasn't dragged it out at all, and there is a situation of arrears.

The heart made Rong Zheng worry that he was holding on to his death and not saying anything, for fear that he and Song Minghao would be worried?

Don't blame Rong Zheng for thinking too much, it's really Wen Zhuo's performance during this time that makes him feel strange.

He became reticent, and although he still had a smile on his face, it always made people feel that there was no warmth, like that kind of business-style communication.

Another time, when he was working late overtime, he ran into Wen Zhuo getting drunk alone in the office.

The smile on the corner of Wen Zhuo's mouth froze, his face was one or two, as if he remembered something, and a trace of deep disgust flashed in his eyes.

However, the strange emotions passed in an instant, and it was so fast that people couldn't grasp his emotional changes.

"You're thinking too much, I'm fine. It's just that the funds have just been made up recently, and the company has a lot of things. Wen Zhuo shook his head and immediately denied it.

"By the way, are you bothered by the oil paintings?"

Seeing that Wen Zhuo changed the topic, Rong Zheng did not doubt, "Yes, there is always no inspiration." I don't know how to draw with a pen. ”

"Don't you need a model for this kind of painting? Why don't you go for a model?"

Hearing this, Rong Zheng's face was a little embarrassed, "I don't know the model, and I don't know how to find it." And I always feel awkward in front of those strange women. ”

"Then find someone you know, isn't Zhou Ling ready-made?"

"She has been too busy with work at the company lately and has no time. I didn't want to bother her. ”

If Zhou Ling was free, of course he would be very happy.

But the key is that Zhou Ling is not available, she is now working overtime every day, and after coming back from overtime, she has to stay up late to write manuscripts, where does she have time to be his model?

Wen Zhuo pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "You may be able to find Zhao Jiyue to try, hasn't she always taken care of you?" I heard that she worked as a professional mannequin in college. ”

"Really?"

Rong Zheng's eyes were a little suspicious, he had never heard Zhao Jiyue mention it, and he thought that Zhao Jiyue had been learning to paint all along.

"Well, listen to a partner. You can go and ask. ”

"Hmm. ”

If it was Zhao Jiyue, Rong Zheng felt that his resistance might not be so powerful.

After all, he is an acquaintance, and Zhao Jiyue has helped him a lot, so it shouldn't be embarrassing.

I just don't know if she's willing to help herself.

With an uncertain mood, Rong Zheng invited Zhao Jiyue to the afternoon tea restaurant near the studio.

Zhao Jiyue wore a neatly cut, elegant and clean white dress, and the fabric and smooth line design of the suit did not lose her crisp style, which added a bit of women's intellectual charm.

"You're looking for me for this?"

Zhao Jiyue smiled, dug a mouthful of egg custard with a small silver spoon and put it in her mouth, blinking her eyes and looking at Rong Zheng opposite.

Rong Zheng's eyes drooped slightly, and he nodded a little embarrassedly, "I have no contact with figure oil paintings, and I have never found inspiration to start painting." So if you want to find a model, you might be able to find some inspiration. ”

"There are so many models to look for, why are you looking for me? You can't take a fancy to me and I'm willing to help you for free, right?"

Zhao Jiyue joked with a smile, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows hid infinite tenderness and joy.

"I ...... Those strange women, I can't draw them, I always feel uncomfortable. And Zhou Ling doesn't have time, so I want to find someone I know to be a model, maybe the situation will be better. ”

Hearing the sentence "And Zhou Ling has no time", Zhao Jiyue's smile suddenly collapsed, and her face was indescribably ugly.

"It turns out that your fiancée is not available, so you thought of me?"

Zhao Jiyue squinted her eyes, and there was no smile in them.

At this time, Rong Zheng also realized that it was inappropriate for him to speak like that, so his face became very embarrassed, his clear eyes looked at Zhao Jiyue, and he hurriedly explained.