These words quickly lowered the air around Yuan Qing's body, she couldn't help but shudder, tried to swallow a mouthful of saliva, and said hesitantly for a long time: "That prince, don't be angry, you have something to say." She worked hard to accompany the smiling face, and worked hard to type the draft in her heart.

"You haven't answered my question yet." If he hadn't sent her here, he might never have known that he would be drawn by her.

Who is the person in the painting? Yuan Qing held the paper and looked at the person on it, the lines were simple and clear, and the color was only black and white, but the combination of them was a shocking teenager, and the boy in this painting was very similar to the living boy in front of him.

At this time, it seems that there is no good end for opening your eyes and talking nonsense. Feeling the young man's increasingly cold look, Yuan Qing said hesitantly: "The person in this painting is somewhat similar to you, the prince." ”

"Why are you drawing me?" His face was like dark water, and it was not something that ordinary people could withstand when he was quiet.

"I ...... I have nothing to do, I want to practice my brush, but I can't think of what to draw, and I think about it, so I accidentally draw you. Yuan Qing was very respectful, "Lord Wang, I really didn't mean to paint you." ”

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the mercenary businessman in front of him.

"Really, how dare I lie to you?" Yuan Qing was not ashamed. How could you let him know that he had deliberately drawn him on paper?

"You're not careful, you're too intentional." He didn't believe it.

"Actually, I want to draw a good-looking person on paper, and if I think about it, I will draw you, Lord Wang."

"You mean, I'm good-looking?"

"Yes, you are as beautiful as a celestial person, handsome and unparalleled."

"How so?"

"Well...... If you weren't good-looking, I wouldn't have been staring at you all the time, you say. Yuan Qing's face was smiling, and there was no shame at all that a girl stared at a teenager.

"You don't want to go back to this painting." With that, he reached out and snatched the newspaper from her hand.

"Lord Wang, you can't take this piece of paper." Yuan Qing wailed. This piece of paper is a newspaper that she struggled for a night and racked her brains to write. If he took it away, the fruits of her hard work would be in vain.

"Why?" He raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.

yes, I can't let him know that this is a newspaper, and he has to copy a lot of copies and sell it. Thinking of this, Yuan Qing frowned slightly and looked at the newspaper in the young man's hand with pain, "It's okay, you can take it." She waved her hand, as if she was parting with her loved one. It's a newspaper that I managed to write.

Yuan Qing burst into tears in his heart, and Li Chen took the newspaper and walked away with a cold face.

The result of a night of struggle is like a duckling about to be born, before the mother duck has time to watch it be born, it is even the egg and duck are wiped out by its natural enemies.

No, no, at least let me finish copying those words, and you're taking them.

"Lord Wang, please stay." As soon as Li Chen walked to the first floor, a sound of leaving people broke out behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Yuan Qing walking quickly.

"What's wrong?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Actually, you don't have to take back this piece of paper, you give it to me, and I'll destroy it." Yuan Qing really regretted it, she painted a beautiful man in a dignified manner last night, why, she painted it like this?

"How do I know if you're going to be ruined?" His eyes were calm, and his eyes were still unfathomable.

"I ...... It will definitely be destroyed, you must believe me, I have no idea to fight you, even if I have the courage to fight you. Yuan Qing swore to the sky.

"What idea are you referring to?" Seeing that she looked excited, he asked in a flat and slightly oppressive tone.

"This." What's the idea? It must not be said that he is using his picture to publish in the newspaper, otherwise this cold prince will not know how to fix her. "Well, actually...... I...... I don't have any ideas, I just think that you are good-looking. ”

"You mean, you admire me?" He lowered his voice.

What does admiration mean? Yuan Qing thought hard in his mind, it should be the same as admiration. Ponder for a moment, admire it, admire it, anyway, you are the prince, and the people who admire you are only a hundred, and they are over eighty, "Yes." She nodded.

They were on the stairs on the first floor, the two of them hanging in the air, how the guests and the fellows were above them or below them. If time can stand still, then what surrounds the two of them now is still time.

Seeing that the expression on Li Chen's face was different from the cold of the past, and now it seemed to be difficult to guess that the quiet water was a little seeping, Yuan Qing said again: "Yes, Lord Wang, in fact, I admire you a lot, you are very good-looking, and you are a noble prince, you are a kind of person, who does not admire, you say yes." "Anyway, if you lie in front of him, it is still yourself who is unlucky in the end, so it's better to tell the truth. Admiration, as the name suggests, is to look up, to envy.

Who doesn't admire such a person?

Li Chen didn't speak, Gujing Wubo's eyes looked deeply at the girl in front of him, and he didn't seem to believe that he would hear it from her mouth, and she would admire him.

It's just admiration, not love, and you can still meet in the future. Yuan Qing thought so in his heart, but then he thought again, that newspaper didn't want to come back.

"Lord Wang, don't think too much, I just want to admire you, I really don't mean anything else." Yuan Qing opened his mouth and added again, for fear that he would misunderstand.

"Okay." For a moment, he spoke lightly. He didn't stay long, turned around and left, but he kept the newspaper in his hand. For the sake of Yuan Qing, Hugh wanted to get that newspaper.

Yuan Qing was still grieving the newspaper she had managed to write. It's just that sadness is futile, so let's rewrite it.

So she forced herself back into the room, picked up a blank piece of paper, and tried to recall in her mind what she had written last night, what she had written in the newspaper last night, which she had forgotten because of lack of sleep. Oh my God, is this going to play to my death?

"Shopkeeper, eat first, let's write." Chen Lan came to Yuan Qing's side and persuaded.

"No, if I don't write the newspaper today, it will be in vain for so long of my hard work." After speaking, he struggled to move his pen on the paper again.

Chen Lan couldn't, and she couldn't help much, so she could only comfort Yuan Qing a few words, and then she had no choice but to go downstairs.

Yuan Qing is biting the pen again, in her previous life, she opened her own company, she is the boss of the company, so naturally she will not be so painful to do this kind of writing work, and the text is all handed over to a special person to do. She had no experience in writing newspapers, so it was naturally difficult for her to write a newspaper.

Yuan Qing was busy from the beginning of the sun until the sun went down before he finished writing a newspaper. As soon as she finished writing the newspaper, Yuan Qing came to the house she rented before.

As soon as Yuan Qing entered the door, the girl she bought yesterday immediately ran over and said, "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Quick, help me in." Yuan Qing was out of breath when he was tired.

Entering the house, Yuan Qing sits, and the girl is busy. "Master, have a cup of tea." As she spoke, the teacup was handed to Yuan Qing by the girl.

Yuan Qing ran with a dry mouth, and when he saw that the tea was like seeing water in the desert, he picked up the teacup and drank it in a big gulp.

"Qi Yan, from now on, your name will be Qi Qi." Yuan Qing said, took out his own pen and paper and wrote these two words on the paper.

"Thank you, master, for the name." Qi Bian bowed down.

"By the way, Qi Yan, you can write." Yuan Qingdao.

"Yes." Qi Yan nodded.

So, the master and servant worked hard to pick up the newspaper in the house.

Needless to say, Yuan Qing's words are just read on, Qi Yi's words are very handsome and faintly cold, the font is neither as cute as the little girl's words, nor as rough as the man's words, Qi Qi's font is relatively neutral between the two.

They were busy until dawn.

Yuan Qing is really tired. After copying the last newspaper, she collapsed directly on the table, dazed and groggy, and I don't know how long later, a burst of the fragrance of food wafted in, and she was awakened by the incense.

"Master, you're awake, and the meal prepared by Qi Yan doesn't know if it suits your appetite." Qi Yan said.

Yuan Qing looked at the food on the table, most of which she liked to eat. The day before yesterday, she took Qi Yi to eat outside, and she called her favorite dishes, but Qi Yan didn't order them. It was precisely like this that Qi Yan secretly found out what Yuan Qing liked to eat.

Yuan Qing was very satisfied. Not only satisfied with the dishes, but also satisfied with the people. This person is very smart and has a strong ability to do things, as her master, Yuan Qing is naturally very worry-free. "Qiyi, you can also sit down and eat together."

"Thank you, master." The girl bowed again. Then sat next to Yuan Qing, not opposite her. A table in which two people sit opposite each other is an equal relationship. And the relationship between master and servant is destined to be unequal.

The two of them were eating, outside the door, the sun was rising, Yuan Qing was in a trance, and another day passed. Really, she didn't feel it at all.

After breakfast, I had to take out the stack of newspapers and sell them. The two of them sell so many newspapers, naturally there are not enough people. So Yuan Qing came to the restaurant and called those guys, distributed the newspapers to them, and asked them to sell the newspapers before coming to the restaurant.

At this time, there were two different voices selling newspapers on the street.

"Qiuzhou Daily, the content is fresh, and it only costs three pennies a copy."

"Tangerine Weekly, the content is only what you can't think of, there is nothing you can't see, and the price is very fair."

"Hey, Tangerine Weekly, isn't it only sent once every seven days?" One asked.

"It used to be sent once every seven days, but now it's changed to two times every seven days," said the guy who sold the newspaper.

"Alas~~ It's not the same." The man frowned.

"Do you have to wait for all the good things? If it's every day, how can it be a good thing? The guy who sold the newspaper laughed, "Buy one." The content is definitely better than the Akishu daily newspaper you see every day. ”

"Well, it's rare to see the Orange Weekly." The man pursed his lips slightly, took out three pennies, and took a copy of the orange weekly