"I don't like the scenes you guys give, is there anything else?" At first glance, those scenes are either gorgeous or beautiful, but most of them are the same as other people's.

"Mr. Jiang, then let the designer redraw a few more pictures here?" The other party said politely, because he didn't want to lose this big order.

"No need." Jiang Ci replied, and when he saw the door of the study being closed, he laughed lightly.

"Mr. Jiang......"

"I'll draw the design of the site myself, and then you just need to lay out the scene according to my design drawing, can this be done?" Jiang Ci asked again, followed by another sentence, "I will pay for the money, a lot of money, but I want to see that the finished drawing is exactly the same as my design." ”

Sunlight shone in through the window and fell on his delicate face, and the tiny fluff could almost be seen.

"Good, good."

The other party agreed repeatedly, and then Jiang Ci hung up the phone.

He threw down the tablet, stood up, and headed upstairs.

In the studio, Jiang Ci spread a large piece of paper on the table and gently sketched it with a paintbrush.

He must give Chu Jiaojiao the grandest and most attentive wedding.

"Hum-" The phone vibrate, and Jiang Ci stopped his pen and looked at the screen.

Qin Zhiqi's three words were obvious, he frowned, and paused for a while before answering the phone.

"Uncle came to me, what's the matter?" Sands Chinese

In the box of the prosperous dynasty, Jiang Ci sat on the sofa, looked at the man standing like an immovable mountain, and asked softly.

"Ah Ci, is this what you're for?" Qin Zhiqi's hands were squeezed together, with a stereotypical seriousness on his face.

"I don't quite understand what Uncle Xiao means." Jiang Ci lowered his eyes, stroked the armrest of the sofa, and said calmly, "Did the little uncle misunderstand something?" ”

"Allow those people to slander you and your mother, and then properly break out some things about your youth, are you going to crucify yourself on the dark side, just to get Jiaojiao to agree to marry you?"

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jiang Ci smiled.

He raised his eyes, looked at the face in front of him that was somewhat similar to himself, and said quietly, "What I want to do seems to have nothing to do with the little uncle." ”

"Aren't you afraid that they will dig up the events of the year and know that you almost killed someone and were sent to ......"

"Qin Zhiqi." Jiang Ci snapped his words and stood up directly from the sofa, "Don't think that if I call you a little uncle, you can control me." ”

"Jiang Ci." Qin Zhiqi's figure froze suddenly, and a trace of indescribable sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Didn't you send me abroad just to smooth out those traces? Since you've handled it so cleanly, what are you afraid of? Jiang Ci's face didn't have much ups and downs, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

He used the calmest tone, but said the most cruel words, "I said it a long time ago, you don't have to worry about my affairs." In this world, you are the only one who is the least qualified to care about me. ”

After Jiang Ci finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Qin Zhiqi stretched out his hand, grabbed him, and said a little anxiously, "Ah Ci, I know you hate me, and I didn't expect those people to treat you like that, I thought ......"

"What do you think?" Jiang Ci seemed to have heard a funny joke, and laughed directly, "Hehe-"