By the time Chisa Mihara came out of the toilet cubicle, it was already ten minutes later.

During this time, Gu Xue ran out again and asked a colleague for a large opaque bag.

When she returned to the toilet, she was just in time for Chisa Mihara to come out.

Mihara Qiansha is now in a very nondescript set of clothes, the bottom itself is a pair of washed jeans, and the upper body is a zippered sports jacket, wrapped tightly, the capable aura that Gu Xue is very familiar with is gone, you now say that she is the same age as Gu Xue, and there are people who believe her.

Although some people believed it before......

It's just that she seems to be a little unaccustomed, although she is facing Gu Xue, her arms still unconsciously want to protect her chest, but as soon as she lifts it, she seems to think of something, puts her hand down again, and raises it again...... Repeatedly.

"Don't worry, it's almost useless except for wanting to cover it, just be generous, and no one will notice." Gu Xue grabbed her wrist and handed her the bag in her hand, "Now go pack up your clothes, and I'll send you home." ”

Chisa Mihara took the bag, opened her mouth, and said, "Please go and finish the original painting, I'm fine." ”

It seems that after changing her clothes, the momentum of the former Miss Mihara has returned a little.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Gu Xue was also a little hesitant, in fact, when she went out just now, she tried to make an appointment for an online car-hailing, but now in the middle of the night, it was raining heavily, and sure enough, no one took the order, and the APP kept prompting her to wait, but there was no driver to respond.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine." Mihara Chisa, whose face was still flushed, said hoarsely.

Gu Xue hesitated for a moment and said, "You go and pack your clothes first and go out with me, it's still raining, I'll call a car to try it later, if you really don't have it, you can only wait until tomorrow, but if you are not feeling well, remember to tell me." ”

If it really doesn't work, you can only call your sister Gu Rou.

Chisa Mihara didn't speak, turned around and walked into the cubicle, closed the door, and packed up the clothes she had changed.

After a while, she stepped out, holding the black bag containing her clothes to her chest.

Gu Xue was relieved to confirm that she would not fall at any time, and was about to leave the toilet, but before leaving, she thought of one thing, turned around and grabbed her free hand, and pulled her outside.

Although Gu Xue didn't know it herself, and she hadn't tried it, she walked into the toilet in front of everyone, changed her clothes and came out again, and she didn't wear a BRA, so she should be very uncomfortable. And according to Mihara Chisa's current temperament, along the way, others may subconsciously protect their chest with their hands, which will inevitably make people think more, and it will also make her bear extra pressure, Gu Xue plans to help her block it.

When he got out of the toilet and returned to Gu Xue's location through the aisle, he was really watched.

Although most of them were not malicious, it was enough to make Mihara nervous.

She subconsciously wanted to protect herself, but she was holding the bag with one hand and being pulled by Gu Xue with the other, so she could only give up in the end.

It's just that the hand held by Gu Xue increased a little harder, and she held Gu Xue's fingers tightly, she could only use this way to relieve the tension a little.

Gu Xue bared her teeth in pain, but she didn't say anything, and even slowed down, in order to block her with her body.

All the way back to her position, Gu Xue let go of her hand, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Chisa Mihara stood beside her, holding the bag in her hands and protecting it to her chest.

"You're not going to stand like that, are you?" Gu Xue turned her head and said helplessly.

Although Mihara Chisa is delicate now, how can she feel more troublesome than before......

"There's a chair next to it." Seeing that Mihara Qiansa was still standing stupidly in place, Gu Xue reminded her, and by the way, she raised her hand and took off the hair ring on the ponytail.

After Chisa Mihara pulled over the chair and sat down with the bag, Gu Xue, who had long hair and a shawl, handed the hair ring in front of her and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, tie your hair up, but my advice is to wait until your hair is completely dry." ”

Chisa Mihara: "......"

Gu Xue forcibly stuffed the hair band into her hand, then turned around and began to look through the storyboard and prepare the original drawing paper.

The best way to completely put the depressed Mihara Chisa at ease is to tell her that it is okay to paint, and Gu Xue is very clear about this.

"......" looked at Gu Xue, who lowered her head and began to paint, occasionally lifting her hanging hair to her ear, and Chisa Mihara, who was sitting next to her, pursed her lips and hugged the bag containing clothes on her chest tightly.

The heavy rain outside has stopped at some point.

The wind blowing from the window carried a hint of coolness, it was very comfortable, and Gu Xue's state was gradually getting better.

The original artists who were stranded in the company because of heavy rain or the progress could not catch up began to leave one after another, perhaps because Gu Xue was angry before, or because they were a little unbearable to see Gu Xue burst his liver alone.

Before leaving, the original artist came over to ask if he wanted to help, or asked if Mihara Chisa was okay.

asked if she needed help, and Gu Xue refused.

Asking if there was anything wrong, Mihara Chisa just shook her head lightly from the beginning, and slowly thanked her, and finally seemed to have recovered from the state of losing her soul, shaking her head and bowing slightly, except for still holding on to the bag on her chest, she didn't see anything unusual.

Slowly, the people are almost gone.

Except for some people who were so tired that they fell asleep on their workbenches.

In fact, the company has prepared sleeping bags and a special rest area for people who have exploded their livers to rest, but not many people will use it, and for people who are too tired to do it, it is far less comfortable than bending over and sleeping on the workbench.

The office, where there was still some conversation just now, suddenly fell silent, and only the subtle sound of Gu Xue's pen tip swiping across the paper echoed in the huge office.

Mihara Chisa has been sitting next to her, holding the bag, watching the painting faster and faster, except for occasionally turning the original drawing paper, Gu Xue, who has almost no stagnation, even slowed down her breathing a little, as if she was afraid of disturbing her.

Gu Xue also seemed to have forgotten that there was also a person called Mihara Qiansha, and she had been lowering her head to paint, barely raising her head.

It's quiet.

Suddenly.

"If you do it again next time, I won't help you." Gu Xue didn't raise his head.

Mihara Chisa's eyes drooped, looking at the ground, her body trembling slightly.

"I know you've encountered something before, and you may not trust us people very much, but please at least don't use your previous thinking to solve the current situation, I'm not the big overseer Kai Narita, nor are I the original artists of the last episode of "Falling Feathers", I'm easy to buy, even if you don't do anything, it's enough to say please help me."

"Don't think that everyone is the same as Narita Kai, and please don't be disappointed in others, I admit that I have compassion for you, and there are many factors to help you sympathize now, because I am not a saint and cannot be treated equally. But I'm proud of it, because compassion happens to be proof that I'm still human, whether I'm a man or a woman, I'm still a person. ”

Chisa Mihara's slender fingers gripped the edge of the bag.

The bag made a screeching sound, as if it was wailing, screaming.

"Take 10,000 steps back, even if you find that all the people around you are the same as Narita Kai, all like the people you met before, please believe me, I'm different, I'm easy to buy.

"Even if you compliment me on being cute, even if I don't like the adjective very much, I will pinch my nose and help you, this promise is valid at all times, really."

After Gu Xue finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head, holding an original drawing paper in her hand, but it was not the original painting of any card on the storyboard, but two girls.

One sat in a chair, clutching a black bag on his chest, and seemed to be sobbing.

The other was lying on the workbench, secretly drinking milk, and glancing at the other girl out of the corner of his eye, a little helpless.

Vivid and expressive.

And Gu Xue herself, poked her head out from behind the original drawing paper and looked at Mihara Chisa, with a slightly restrained and shy smile on her face.

"Woo......" The moment Chisa Mihara saw the picture, her eyes turned red, she covered her mouth and threw her head to the side.

"Eh, don't cry......" Gu Xue, who was sneaking fish, shrank her shoulders, a little weak.

It's stupid.

But why haven't I met this kind of person before?

Chisa Mihara, who covered her mouth and twisted her head to the side, bit her lip so hard that she wouldn't make a sound.