This news was a bit exciting, so that Su Yiran was speechless for a while, and looked at the man opposite dumbly.

Liu Yansong, that is the top designer in China, how many big names can't invite people, and now they want to accept apprentices? !

"Is it true?"

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you." Mu Yi pulled her over, patted her hand, and signaled her to feel at ease, "So, this competition is very important, you must prepare well to beat Song Qingran." ”

Retracting her heart, Su Yiran got up to find her schoolbag, opened the zipper, and saw two design drafts lying inside.

One is hers, one is ...... It's Song Qingran's.

Su Yiran pinched the paper, and it was light and fluttering in her hand, but it was also heavy.

Yes, Song Qingran's design draft was stolen by her.

When she was out of school, she deliberately went to Song Qingran to talk to divert her attention, and with her other hand gently pulled out the design draft she put on the table......

Su Yiran took a deep breath, she looked at Song Qingran's design draft, and felt a kind of shame, she was indeed inferior to Song Qingran in terms of design talent.

The jewelry on this design draft looks like a necklace at first glance, but it is actually a ring after separation, and Song Qingran also drew an exploded view on the side.

The main stem of the necklace is indeed as she said at the time, with a pair of abstract hands made with the theme of maternal love, shaped like an infinite pattern, and the ring drawn out has a pair of ungrown wings.

The whole work is full of love between mother and child, mainly silver, plus dreamy purple, plus white diamond embellishment, and a bit of white flawless meaning.

Such works are rare in the market, and even she has a great feeling of excitement when she sees it.

Look at your own ...... again In contrast, the vulgar is not a level!

The difference between cloud and mud is nothing more than that.

Even if Su Yiran was unwilling, she had to admit that she lost completely.

But fortunately, she didn't let Song Qingran get her way!

Su Yiran turned his back to Mu Yi, he didn't see a series of changes on her face, but he just saw that she hadn't moved for so long, and couldn't help but say, "What are you looking at?" If you don't take it yet, what are you stunned about? ”

"Well, it's okay, here......"

Su Yiran stuffed her manuscript in, made sure that the others didn't see it, and took Song Qingran and handed it to him.

Mu Yi looked a little flustered when he saw her, thinking that she was nervous and didn't care.

Just take it and look at it.

Although he doesn't know much about design drafts, he has been with Song Qingran for three years, and he has more or less a little understanding of this industry.

"Yiran, is this really your design?"

Mu Yi was a little incredible, and his face was not only surprised but also a little appreciated.

Su Yiran nodded, and while smiling, she listened to her heart and even ...... And a little unhappy.

Not hers after all.

She still pretended to be angry and hammered his shoulder, "Brother Yi, what are you talking about, who else could it be if I didn't design it!" Is it difficult or can't you steal someone else's? ”

Mu Yi happily threw away the manuscript and hugged her waist all of a sudden, "How come!" Yi Ran, you are amazing, you will definitely win this time, believe my vision! ”

The sudden hug made her lose her heart, and Su Yiran was praised by him, completely forgetting that the manuscript was actually Song Qingran's.

She seemed to have won and had become the envy of Liu Yansong's apprentice, and her whole little face was radiant.

She lowered her head and kissed Mu Yi's face, with a hint of charm in the corners of her eyes, her hand gently put on his shoulder, and slowly slid down, "Then, do you want Brother Yi to give me a reward?" ”

Mu Yi's eyes lit up, and the strength in his hand increased, "Baby, you are really a little goblin." ”

After speaking, he pulled Su Yiran into his arms and lowered his head to cover her lips......

——

Late night shallow bay.

Song Qingran lay on the table in great distress, with a white piece of paper and a pen in front of him.

She'd been sitting here for almost two hours, with only a few messy lines on the paper.

No inspiration!

Her mind was blank now, all in the same way as the previous draft.

Song Qingran knew that the manuscript could no longer be used, but it was really ......

Inspiration is such a thing, and if you say that you don't have it, you can't draw a satisfactory draft.

She propped her head, her eyes were empty, and she suddenly remembered the scene when the old mansion and Zuo Chen lived alone.

The soft hair, the warm embrace......

Song Qingran misses that touch a little, and his brain is like a monolithic loop, constantly playing it by himself.

For a while, as if he suddenly had an inspiration, Song Qingran seized the time to start writing and sketched a general framework on the paper.

"Jingle bell bell—"

Song Qingran's mobile phone on the side trembled wildly.

She picked it up and saw that it was Zuo Chen's phone.

It really said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, and he came on the phone just after thinking about it.

Song Qingran pressed the answer button and shouted crisply: "Mr. Zuo, good evening."

Zuo Chen smiled over there, and was amused by her familiar voice and title: "Mrs. Zuo's voice sounds like she is very happy."

"Well, it's not bad, it's just so-so." Song Qingran subconsciously responded, and then thought about it, her husband didn't return from a business trip, what kind of happiness was she "staying alone"!

Song Qingran pretended to cough in embarrassment, trying to save his image: "Cough-Mr. Zuo, I didn't mean that just now...... You called, what's the matter? ”

Zuo Chen's mellow voice wanted an electric current to reach her ears through the mobile phone, as if with a little crispy numbness, "It's okay, I just want to see if you are resting." Why haven't you slept so late? ”

Song Qingran touched his nose, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and had some strange feelings in his heart: "There is a draft to be handed in tomorrow, I was just drawing a design draft, and I just had some inspiration, and you called."

"Did I disturb you?"

"Nope." Song Qingran vetoed, shook his head, thinking that he couldn't see it again, and smirked secretly.

"Okay," Zuo Chen sighed lightly and asked, "So, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

Zuo Chen's slight breathing was amplified in this quiet space, Song Qingran suddenly had an idea, she bit the tip of her pen and asked softly: "Mr. Zuo, there is really a favor, you can probably help ......"

Zuo Chen didn't care if it was "probably" or not, and directly agreed, "Okay!" How can it help? ”

Song Qingran asked him to add his WeChat, and then hung up the phone and made a video call to him on WeChat.

"Huh? What's wrong? Want to see me so much? ”

In the video, Zuo Chen should have just finished his official business, lying on a chair a little lazily, with three buttons unbuttoned at the neckline, revealing a bulging collarbone and Adam's apple, as well as a large patch of white skin.

Song Qingran was stunned for a moment, this ascetic look really satisfied all the fantasies she had about her future object when she was a teenager.

Zuo Chen felt Song Qingran's burning gaze through his mobile phone, and the original fatigue was gone.

But—

"Mrs. Zuo, the manuscript is no longer drawn?"

Song Qingran coughed lightly to cover up that he was just committing a nymphomaniac, "Mr. Zuo, excuse me, let me find inspiration." ”

Zuo Chen, "......"

"Ahem, what does Mrs. Zuo mean, looking at me personally, looking for inspiration?" Zuo Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Yes." Song Qingran buried his head, and silently added in his heart, by the way, he was a nymphomaniac.

Zuo Chen smiled deeper, fiddling with the angle to ensure that she could see herself completely clearly, and the smile on the corner of her lips did not decrease: "Okay, you are free, just like that, let you see enough?"

Song Qingran tilted his head, adjusted the angle of the sketch, and sat down again, but his mind had already flown to other places, and after biting the pencil for a while, Song Qingran typed the draft casually.

"When are you coming back?"

Zuo Chen also signed the document in his hand and lowered his head, "It seems that there has been a short period of time, and these days, I have worked hard to be a wife alone." ”

Song Qingran pursed his lips and said "oh".

Should have known it a long time ago.

She was in a bad mood all of a sudden, and even the sketches were a little boring, and after thinking about it, Song Qingran still had the backbone to find a bracket to support the phone and put it aside.

"Not happy?"

Song Qingran had a stiff mouth, "How come, I can't do it alone, I can find whoever I want, and I can go wherever I want." ”

The man on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment, "What does Mrs. Zuo mean that when I was at home, you were very restrained?" Well? ”

The last word with an end note, rising, Song Qingran heard a bit of threat, and quickly raised his head, "How come, I'm talking nonsense." ”

"Well," added Zuo Chen, a monosyllabic word, "if it's out of line, the leg will be broken." ”

Song Qingran: "......"

How did she not know that this person was so violent?!

Forget it, with this appearance, she can still give in for a while.

The two of them quietly accompanied each other's own affairs, and no one hung up the phone.

It wasn't until he spoke again that the silence was broken.

"It's not early, rest early tonight, remember to lock the door, and if you can't sleep, call me."

Song Qingran squinted his eyes, stopped his pen, stared at the person in the mobile phone screen seriously, and couldn't help laughing, "What if it's the middle of the night?" Is it okay in the middle of the night? ”

The other side replied quickly, "Well, anytime." ”

A low, hoarse voice came over the phone, and although she had heard it many times, she still felt that he was particularly sultry when he said it.

Song Qingran glanced at the time on the screen, it was eleven o'clock, it was indeed not early, and the sketch in his hand was almost finished, but there were still some details that had not yet been processed.

Roughly certainly, the remaining details saved a lot of time and energy, Song Qingran took back the sketch, supported his chin and looked at his changed background, and poured a glass of red wine, the liquid was left along the pillar of the glass, and it looked a little tempting to taste it at night.

The man's slender fingers held the cup, his angular face tilted up, and then she saw the bright red liquid enter her mouth.

The Adam's apple moved rhythmically a few times......

Song Qingran licked his lips and felt a little dry.

This man is really exuding hormones all the time.

"That's it, I'm sleeping!"

The purpose of his own drawing has been achieved, Song Qingran hung up the phone neatly, and didn't even wait for the person on the other end to speak, as if he was doing something bad.

The interface at the end of the call was still maintained, Zuo Chen put the goblet on the counter next to the bed, and a smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.

Originally, he planned to rush back next Monday, but because the partner temporarily changed the hexagram, the original contract changed, and the two sides were deadlocked.

Plans have to be changed, and the return date has even become indefinite.

The man in front of the window sighed, the tall floor had an excellent view, and when he looked up, there were tall buildings, and the lights of thousands of homes were on, and for the first time, he had the idea of being alone.

It's not that Zuo Chen hasn't encountered such a thing before, but there has never been a time like now, and he can't wait to fly back tomorrow, which is a little unbearable.

Is she alone reluctant and unhappy?

So did he.

I don't know if it's because of the last picture, Song Qingran, a person who hasn't dreamed for 180 years, actually gave birth to a sense of picture in his brain when he was asleep.

Someone opened the door lock, and then someone came in, Song Qingran didn't shout, he saw a very familiar face standing next to the bed, the warm yellow light scattered from behind him, and fell on the dark sheets, and then the man's hands and feet quickly faded off the blazer, imprisoning her between his arms, the jawline was tight, and the white shirt and tie looked ascetic and spiritualistic under the cooperation of that face.

Song Qingran was silent...... What the hell?!