Guan Mufeng was sitting at a table, and across from him was a middle-aged woman about forty years old, with a gentle temperament, who was holding a roll of lake-green silk cloth to examine it carefully.

"The stitches are fine, the stitches are varied, and the details are well handled. To reach this level, at least three years of professional training is required. After carefully checking the embroidery on it, she said to Guan Mufeng.

"Is it possible that it is self-taught?" Guan Mufeng lowered his eyes and asked.

"If it's a single embroidery method like cross-stitch, it's not difficult to learn it on your own. However, if Shu embroidery is not taught, it should be impossible to reach this level. She replied.

Guan Mufeng's thin lips pursed slightly, and a trace of incomprehensible emotion crossed his inky eyes.

There are truths that the closer he gets, the less he wants to know.

The time to return to Yushan was a little later than usual, and Qiao Yingying was already standing in the courtyard outside the door waiting for him. The weather was a little cold, she was wrapped in a long pink down jacket, wearing a hat, her whole little face was buried in white mink fur, and only two black eyes could be seen rolling around.

Guan Mufeng got out of the car and saw her jumping up and down the steps, entertaining herself and having fun. He looked at him for a while, and it wasn't until Qiao Yingying found him and called him that he came back to his senses.

"Is it cold or not?" He curled the corners of his mouth to take her hand and asked softly.

"It's not cold, I'm wearing a lot." Qiao Yingying compared the thickness of the down jacket on his body to him, and led him to the house with a smile, "Sir, are you hungry?" There is your favorite fish soup tonight, so be sure to eat more. ”

"Hmm." Guan Mufeng let her lead him in front, with a gentle expression on his face, but there was a trace of worry between his eyebrows that could not be erased.

When eating, Qiao Yingying was more intimate and enthusiastic than a few days ago, so she almost fed him, and then returned to the study, after making tea and serving water, she had to rub his shoulders and beat his back again, Guan Mufeng smelled a trace of something strange and stopped her in time.

"Why are you so well-behaved today? Is there something wrong? He took her into his arms, pinched her chin, and chuckled.

Qiao Yingying's eyes rolled and nodded slightly.

"There's something." She whispered, looking a little apprehensive, "Senior sister has been working on a thesis project recently, the topic is quite interesting, I also want to participate, I may not be able to come back after class in the future." ”

"How long?" Guan Mufeng paused between his eyebrows, pursed his lips and asked.

"To... to the winter holidays. Qiao Yingying replied, seeing Guan Mufeng's brows furrowed, she hurriedly added, "But I won't be particularly busy, I will definitely come back before dinner, and I will take a day at most on weekends." Sir, do you disagree? ”

Guan Mufeng's thin lips pursed, looking at the freshly completed sketch on her bookcase next to her, and she didn't answer for a long time. She was nervous, and her little hands unconsciously grabbed his neckline, unconsciously grasping it tighter and tighter.

"Are you trying to murder your husband?" Guan Mufeng was brought back to his senses by a tight feeling on his neck, lowered his eyes and looked at her troubled little hand, and couldn't help laughing.

"Yikes!" Qiao Yingying was startled, and quickly let go of her hand, her little face was as red as a ripe persimmon, and people couldn't help but want to take a bite.

"That's... Does the gentleman say yes? She looked up at Guan Mufeng with anticipation in her eyes.

"I'm worried about my life, do you dare not agree?" Guan Mufeng bent the corners of his mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of teasing.

"Really? That's great! Qiao Yingying was very happy, sat up and was about to get her mobile phone, "Then I'll talk to my senior sister and I'll help tomorrow." ”

"There's no hurry." Guan Mufeng wrapped his arms around her waist, did not move at all, stared at her with inky eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I will hand in today's homework first." ”

Qiao Yingying suddenly moved, and looked up at him pitifully: "Do you want to pay?" ”

"Yesterday there was progress, but I didn't say it passed. So, keep practicing. Guan Mufeng said lightly.

"Well... All right. Qiao Yingying's originally excited expression suddenly became depressed, and there was a suspicious flush on her face.

I saw her face Guan Mufeng and moved her body, then straightened her back and approached him, slowly sticking to him, trying to reach his lips.

"Hmm... It's gnawing"

"That's... So what about this? ”

"It's a bite. Occasionally, though, it's acceptable. ”

...... Gradually, there was no sound in the study, and only an orange lamp remained, illuminating the room warm and romantic.

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There is no need to rush back after class every day, Qiao Yingying has a lot of time for herself, she fills every minute and every second, and even eating is not as active as before, even if she fills her stomach indiscriminately.

Qin Wen couldn't help but be curious when he saw her hurried every day.

"What have you been busy with these days, seeing that you are running when you walk, it is like burning your eyebrows." After class that day, she couldn't help but ask when she saw Qiao Yingying picking up her bag again and leaving in a hurry.

Qiao Yingying paused, turned back and grinned at her: "It's about to be the New Year, I'm going to earn New Year's money!" ”

After getting on the bus, Qiao Yingying found a place to sit down and took out the small notebook and pen in her bag.

"Liv restaurant went for 3 hours yesterday for a total of 120 yuan. I went for 2 and a half hours the day before yesterday, and I didn't know what to do after biting her nails and thinking about it for a while, so she had to hit the XX symbol first.

"Li Xiang's class has been in class for a week, which is four hundred..." She added the number on this page, and found that it was nearly a thousand, and immediately laughed out loud in surprise, attracting a sideways glance from the people around her.

She stuck out her tongue, and just as the car arrived at the station, she quickly got out of the car with her bag.

Liv Restaurant is a very famous western restaurant in the high diocese, built on the lake with excellent scenery, authentic food, Spanish, French, German and Italian dishes, many foreigners like to visit, so the waiters must be able to speak English. Qiao Yingying's English is good, coupled with her outstanding appearance, she was told that she could come to work after only a few minutes of interviewing.

So after a brief training, she changed into restaurant overalls and officially became a waitress. It would be the meal, and after jotting down the day's special menu, she would go to work with the others to greet the guests who were coming.

"Mr. Guan, this restaurant looks pretty good, why don't we try it?" The executives of the R&D department said to Guan Mufeng beside him.

"What do you two think?" Guan Mufeng looked at the two middle-aged people behind him and said with a slight smile.

"We have no opinion, this is the best rated restaurant in the neighborhood. I don't know if Mr. Guan is worth a lot of money, and he is used to eating this kind of small shop without Michelin stars. One of the middle-aged men smiled faintly and spoke very politely.

Guan Mufeng didn't seem to hear his ridicule, and his smile remained unchanged: "I have always eaten a lot of Chinese food, and I don't go to Michelin restaurants much. Two, please go first. ”

The middle-aged man didn't look at him either, and walked into the restaurant by himself, the middle-aged man who was traveling with him was a little embarrassed, and smiled apologetically at Guan Mufeng: "Old Jiang, he has always had this temper, but there is nothing to say about doing research, Mr. Guan, don't mind." ”

"Of course not, Professor Wu, please." Guan Mufeng smiled faintly and walked into the restaurant with the middle-aged man.

The executives of the R&D department followed behind them and secretly pinched the cold sweat on their heads. I have long heard that this Professor Jiang has a plot of hatred for the rich, especially dislike capitalists, but I didn't expect that he would not even give Mr. Guan face, and I don't know if the invitation to join his own R&D team this time can be successful.

Guan Mufeng was talking to Professor Wu as he walked to the private room under the leadership of the waiter. There seemed to be a familiar figure flashing in his sight, and he turned his head to look but found nothing, and then retracted his mind.

When his figure disappeared behind the door of the private room, Qiao Yingying came out of the kitchen with a dinner plate and served the food neatly, busy with all the time.

Today she was mainly in charge of the middle tables, and after two hours of busyness, she was not so nervous, but there were still many guests in the hall, so she went to help the closing hand.

"Hey, there seems to be a handsome guy in box 3." There was also a young girl who was cleaning up with her, and when she saw that there was no one around, she lowered her voice and said to her.

"Really?" She said with some excitement. Although no one is as handsome as Mr. in her heart, she still gossips occasionally.

"Yes, Sister Ping said that she was so straight at first that she almost forgot to serve the food." The little girl recounted with great interest, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, "but she said that there was a man at the table who spoke in a strange manner, as if it was aimed at this handsome man." Really, it can't be because people are handsome, right? ”

"Gossip again?" A voice sounded next to her, and Qiao Yingying turned her head to see that it was Sister Ping just mentioned.

"Yingying, you can help me send this dish to Box 3, I'm too busy." A plate of Milanese fried veal was stuffed into her hand, and Sister Ping made a gesture of please.

"Okay." She was stunned for a moment and then said yes, and walked to the box with brisk steps and a sweet, well-trained smile on her little face.

It's just that soon she won't be able to laugh.