Gu Ting was sitting in the enchanting box, looking at the computer very seriously.

Dongfang Cheng is late, Xia Mang has returned to country M, and he is going to send people.

"You're back so late?" Mo Wuxian glanced at him and crossed Erlang's legs.

"The plane was delayed." Dongfang Cheng said with a smile.

The plane was delayed for more than an hour, and he chatted with Chamang at the airport for more than an hour.

He didn't know how he had so many words.

Hell yes, so much time was wasted.

"Huh." Mo Wuxian hooked his mouth and snorted mockingly.

"What are you doing?" Gu Dongfang came to Gu Ting's side, and the man was chatting with the anonymous netizen.

"Business again?" Dongfang Cheng looked at the pattern sent by "Anonymous", and his brain was a little buzzing.

Then I got busy.

"What's going on with Minister Hua?" Gu Ting asked.

"Everything is OK, but now the export inspection is strict, and we can't ship some things." Dongfang Cheng usually doesn't look out of tune, but when he treats business, he is still very reliable.

"Find Minister Hua to solve it." Gu Ting looked down at the computer, and it didn't take long for him to cover the screen.

"What's wrong?" Mo Wuxian looked at him and asked, how long did you come, you have to leave?

Gu Ting got up, and the warm yellow light in the box hit his body, as if there were golden ripples, and his handsome facial features were a little blurred under the light.

"Go back to cooking."

Dongfang Cheng and Mo Wuxian were stunned, went back to cook so early?

"Isn't it night?"

"It's almost time to finish cooking." Gu Ting had already gone out of the door, and the voice floated in from outside.

Dongfang Cheng couldn't help but admire Gu Tinglai, this man, either he didn't touch the woman, or he threw himself into it.

"That's why you're still single." Dongfang Cheng glanced at Mo Wuxian and pretended to speak in a deep voice.

Mo Wuxie: "......"

The wind blew away the clouds, and the moon hung in the sky like a biscuit that had been bitten into it. chamberlain

When Shen Qing returned to Cangsheng to sing, Gu Ting had already cooked the meal.

"I'm back." Gu Ting was wearing an apron and was serving food to the table, when he saw Shen Qing stop and smiled at her.

His smile was so good-looking, there was a moment of trance, Shen Qing seemed to see his grandfather cooking every time and waiting for her to come home.

It's just that at that time, she didn't go home much.

"Hmm." Shen Qing went into the house to wash his hands, and then sat down at the dining table.

After Gu Ting finished arranging the plate, he sat beside her and served her a bowl of soup: "Pad your stomach first." ”

"Okay." Today's Shen Qing is extremely well-behaved, and he speaks with one more word than usual.

After dinner, the two of us nestled on the sofa, one holding a computer, both busy with their own business.

Shen Qing leaned sideways slightly, holding the sketchbook in one hand and the pencil in the other, scribbling and altering on it.

Gu Tingyu glanced at it, thinking that she was drawing the design draft of DL.

He clicked on the chat box in the background and sent a message to the "anonymous" netizen.

[Dragon King: Has it been changed? 】

The other party said that the manuscript should be delivered before 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and now it is almost 4 o'clock.

"Anonymous" did not reply.

Three fifty-nine.

Bite.

Gu Ting's computer made a prompt sound, and important information came.

Shen Qing had already put down the painting book, followed the sound and glanced over, and quickly retracted his gaze.

[Dragon King: Money is on the card. 】

Shen Qing glanced at the arrival information sent by the bank and sent a good one.

Bite.

Almost at the same time, the man next to him turned his computer again.

Gu Ting noticed Shen Qing's gaze, turned off the prompt sound, and asked with a smile, "Did you make a noise?" ”