"This guy, the second is terrible, I gave it a name, it's Xiao Er!" Qin Feng said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"No!" Qingya immediately objected.

"Why not?" Qin Feng frowned.

"Anyway, it just won't work!" When I was a child, someone called Qingya's second brother Gu Yunxiao Xiaoer, although no one called her when she grew up, Qingya still didn't want her second brother to have the same name as this puppy, so she was resolutely against it.

Qin Feng's brows furrowed even tighter, and he knocked Qingya's head, "Am I the master or are you the master?"

Qingya turned around and said to him, "Young Master Qin Feng! I'll say it again, anyway, it just can't be called Xiao Er, if you dare to call it Xiao Er, I won't raise it for you!"

Qin Feng: "......" He found that his personal secretary was getting more and more angry, as if he was about to ride to his neck, but he couldn't deal with it.

Fire her squid?

It seems that she is not afraid at all.

Take money to buy?

She said it, and if she dared to mention money to her, she turned around and left.

Threats of violence?

Belch...... This one seems to be the most unreliable.

He stared at Qingya for a long time, but he didn't come up with a solution.

I had to touch my nose and snort vigorously, "Okay, then you say, what is it called?"

Qingya looked at the little husky for a long time and touched its head, "Look, it's pitch black, let's call it little black!"

"Little Black?" Qin Feng rolled his eyes in disgust, "Gu Qingya, do you dare to be a little more cheesy?"

"What?" Qingya glared at him, "I just want to call it Xiao Hei! Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, what's wrong?"

Qin Feng: "......" This girl is very gentle with others, why is he so open and clawed when he pairs him, does he look weak and bulliful?

Seeing that he was speechless, Qingya glanced at him, snorted, turned around and hugged the little husky into his arms, "Xiao Hei, you will be called Xiao Hei in the future, Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei ......"

Qin Feng: "......" actually dared to hum him! Who is the master?

Who, talent, yes, Lord, Son!

Qingya completely ignored his resentful gaze, sat in his place with the husky in his arms, and picked up the bottle to feed it.

Her movements were as gentle as the breeze and flowing water, and Qin Feng began to be jealous of the little husky.

Why?

Gentler to that dog than to him!

How the hell did he provoke her?

It's too much!

Qin Feng returned to his place and smashed his folder with a loud bang.

Qingya looked at him and thought it was funny.

This Mr. Shao Dong became a young man, graduated from a famous overseas university at the age of 20, returned from studying abroad, and was brought into the company by his "vampire" father and used as a cow and a horse for Qin Zheng.

He has a mind and vision that Qingya can't match, no matter how complex the numbers and projects, he is confident and clear at a glance.

Even his very conceited father had to admire his talent, and often shouted that he had given birth to a freak, saying that his son was smart and capable and not like a human.

Although his father spoke in a complaining tone, the pride in it could be heard clearly.

However, being smart and capable is all for outsiders to see, in Qingya's opinion, Qin Feng is a child who is even more naïve than her, has not grown up yet, and is particularly good at losing his temper.

Qin Feng, who is with her, how can he have a little bit of Qin Zhengshao's family?

It's like a spoiled child!

also shook his face at her and asked who the master was.

She's phew!

If she can't work for half a month, she will be fired by him, and she's willing to eat his anger before hell!

She hugged the little husky and played leisurely and happily.

The bitter Qin Feng was buried by a large number of documents and plans again, and he was busy in the dark.

In the evening, during dinner, she asked Xie Qingyi, "Brother Yi, will you lend Shi Yu to me tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Xie Qingyi raised his eyes to look at her.

"That's right," Qingya swallowed the food in his mouth, "Tomorrow my favorite master of Chinese painting will come to the capital to hold an art exhibition, if I meet someone I like, I may buy a few more, you ask Shi Yu to accompany me and help me get the painting." ”

She has liked painting since she was a child, majoring in painting and design in college, and has liked this master of Chinese painting for a long time.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to take it alone, so she borrowed Shi Yu from Xie Qingyi.

The main reason is that Xie Qingyi has been too good to her recently, so she dared to open her mouth to borrow Shi Yu, otherwise she would rather go to Dai Yun or Yuan Minghang to borrow someone than talk to Xie Qingyi.

"Shi Yu doesn't have time tomorrow. Xie Qingyi said lightly.

"Oh. Qingya was a little disappointed.

She is most familiar with Shi Yu, and hopes that Shi Yu will accompany her, of course, there are many bodyguard assistants around Xie Qingyi, but she is not easy to use, and she doesn't want strangers or half-acquaintances to follow her, so people are uncomfortable, and she is also restrained.

"But I have time tomorrow. Xie Qingyi continued.

"Ah......" Qingya looked at him hesitantly, "What do you mean......"

Xie Qingyi glanced at her lightly, "I'll accompany you tomorrow." ”

Qingya: "......" her brother actually wants to accompany her to the art exhibition!

Is something wrong with her, or something wrong with Xie Qingyi, or something wrong with the magnetic field, the recent plot development is really ...... How strange!

At night, Qingya lost sleep again.

Such a weird Xie Qingyi made her more nerve-wracking than Xie Qingyi, who was cold to her.

I can't read it at all!

The next day, when she woke up, it was already past nine o'clock, but fortunately it was the weekend, so she didn't have to worry about being late.

After getting up, her breakfast was still warm on the table, probably bought by Shi Yu and sent it over.

She had a full meal very happily and went to knock on the door of the study, "Brother Yi, can you go?"

"Hmm. Xie Qingyi opened the door and walked out.

At that moment, Qingya admitted that she was a nymphomaniac.

I can't figure it out, as a man, how can he be so good-looking?

The facial features are angular, the nose is high, the chin is sharp, the eyebrows are slender, the eyes are cold, every detail seems to be carefully created by a god-level craftsman, beautiful without a trace of flaws, and without the slightest fat powder.

It's a sin for a man to look like this!

Qingya watched it for a while, but she didn't dare to look at it anymore, she was afraid of nosebleeds.

Xie Qingyi drove her to the gallery.

As soon as she entered the gallery, her eyes lit up, staring at the paintings on the walls.

Xie Qingyi stood behind her and looked at her one step or so, in case she was too distracted, hit by someone, or accidentally slipped.

The paintings on the walls made Qingya crazy, and soon reached the realm of selflessness.

Her eyes couldn't take anything off the painting, and she couldn't help herself with the obsession of looking at one after another.

From the first floor to the second floor, Qingya has been completely integrated into the painting, forgetting both things and me, as if the soul has drilled into the painting and forgotten everything around it.

She was looking at the painting, and Xie Qingyi was looking at her.

Because of her excitement, her always snow-white and moist little face was smeared with peach powder, which was extremely charming, and her eyes were bright and shiny, as if all the stars were reflected, and she was so beautiful that people were addicted.

He was looking at it in a daze, the phone rang, he glanced at the screen, and said to Qingya, "Yaya, I'll answer the phone." ”

Qingya sighed, but her eyes didn't leave the painting on the wall.

Xie Qingyi frowned, but this phone call is very important, there are not many people in the gallery, there should be no accident, he hurriedly walked out with his mobile phone.

Qingya stared at a painting on the wall, looking intently, as if she had been in the painting, surrounded by small bridges and flowing water, and a thin horse in the west wind.

Suddenly, someone behind her slammed into her, and she was unsteady on her feet, staggering and falling forward.

She slammed into the wall and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and the gallery staff ran to her, dragged her up from the ground, and pointed to the painting on the wall for her to see, "Look! you, you ......"

Qingya followed her fingers and looked at the beautiful picture scroll she was still admiring just now, which was stained with blood at some point.

The accident happened too quickly, and Qingya's brain was blank for a moment, but now he came back to his senses, touched his nose, and warmed his hand.

Sure enough, she had another nosebleed!

It must have been when she just hit the wall, and it happened that her nose was broken again, and the blood stained the painting, ruining the beautiful words.

Qingya blamed herself again, and felt a pity, as soon as she was excited, the nosebleed became more urgent, ticking down from her nose, and the young clerk in a white shirt and black short skirt turned a blind eye and shook Qingya's arm vigorously, "Why are you so careless? Do you know how much this painting is worth? You can't afford to lose it if you sell it!"

Qingya covered her nose and apologized vaguely, "I'm sorry, do you have tissues?"

"Do you dare to ask for tissues?" the clerk was so angry that his expression was distorted, and he slammed Qingya to the ground, "Why did you run out and harm people when you were sick and didn't hide at home?" Do you know that if something goes wrong with these paintings, I will be fired?"

Qingya fell heavily to the ground, dizzy.

She clutched her nose, nosebleeds running into her palms, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged through her heart.

Nosebleeds again.

And it's so bad for the flow.

But she really didn't mean it, and she didn't want to, what should she do?

"Ya Ya?" Xie Qingyi finished the phone call outside the corridor, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Qing Ya lying on the ground, her hands covered in blood, and there was a woman in work clothes standing next to her, yelling at her angrily.

He called Qingya's name, swept to Qingya's side like a wind, lifted Qingya up, and let her lean into his arms.

He didn't bring tissues either, so he simply took off his coat and covered her nose with his clothes.

A handmade custom casual suit that he liked quite a bit became a blood-stained rag, and he couldn't wear it again.

"Brother Yi......" Qingya called indistinctly.

"Don't speak. Xie Qingyi leaned back with Qingya's chin, and massaged her with her right hand on the most acupoint of the hole and the Yingxiang acupoint.