After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't suppress my thoughts about Wei Sixian in my heart, my slender fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, and soon a line of words appeared on the screen: I am dealing with a case about emotions today, I don't know what's going on, and I have been thinking about you in my mind.

Holding his hand on the mouse, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, but in the end he still didn't press the send button.

"Xiaoxian, are you doing well in France?" Twilight muttered to himself with a thin lip that had been empty since the two of them had been separated.

At this time, Wei Sixian also opened the diary, ready to record what she experienced today, and writing a diary has become the only outlet for her to vent her thoughts about Twilight Yunchen.

Ding Dong, the phone screen lit up, and it was Eric who sent him the photo he took today.

The wind blew across her face, a strand of hair was raised, she had a faint smile and the Eiffel Tower behind her, it was simply beautiful.

She clicked on her mailbox and saw that her mailbox was lying quietly with the email that Twilight Yunchen had sent to her a few weeks ago.

"Twilight Yunchen, are you okay? Are you missing me? Unconsciously, tears overflowed from the depths of his eyes.

By the time she realized what she had done, she had already regretted it, "Oh my God, what did I do?" Fingers frantically clicked the mouse.

But I sent the email anyway.

At that time, Twilight Yunchen was already typing the page, typing and deleting, repeating it several times, "Twilight Yunchen, when did you become so timid?" His eyes were full of irritation.

Hearing the prompt sound of a new email coming in, the originally dull eye mask seemed to be rubbed into thousands of stars.

Fingers couldn't help but caress the screen, Wei Sixian's smiling face, the breeze is not dry, and the smile is sweet.

"It's beautiful." Twilight felt that the space that had been vacating her heart for days was suddenly filled at this moment. Skeletal fingers slowly typed out a few words on the keyboard.

I was feeling remorseful when I saw Twilight Yunchen's email, "It's beautiful, I'll keep it for good." Wei Sixian's slap face turned red, like a crayfish who had just gone abroad.

After sending the email, Twilight Yunchen looked at the photos in the email with deep affection in his dark eyes, and after a long time, until his neck was sore and his eyes were dry, he closed the computer and went to bed satisfied.

"It's a brand new day, Wei Sixian, and I have to work hard today." Wei Sixian, who was neatly dressed and ready to go out, went to work in the company after cheering herself up as usual.

"Wei Sixian, the director is looking for you to go to the office." Wei Sixian, who had just packed up her papers, was called into Eric's office.

Knock knock

"Come in." Eric fluently signed his name on the document and said without looking up. "Director, what are you looking for from me?" Wei Sixian's soft and capable voice reached Eric's ears.

"Recently, there was a group of fashion campaigns, and you were in charge of the design and main photography." Eric handed a document to Wei Sixian, "Harper's Bazaar, an internationally renowned magazine, do a good job." "Yes, Director, you won't be disappointed." Wei Sixian was mischievous, with her legs together, standing in a fixed position, and recording a military salute in front of Eric.

"Okay, go out to work, and communicate with me at any time if you have any questions." Eric said with an imperceptible doting voice, and after Wei Sixian turned around, he sighed helplessly and shook his head at her back.

"Harper's Bazaar." Wei Sixian searched for narcissism from Baidu, and she has a habit of understanding all the information of the partner thoroughly before cooperating, so that when facing the partner, she will have confidence and not be in a hurry. While checking the information, I was swiping in my hand and recording something in my notebook.

"Xiaoxian, we're going to eat, let's go together." At the same time, he called Wei Sixian, who was working in a friendly voice, "I'm not done here yet, you guys go first." Wei Sixian said vaguely with a sketch sheet in her mouth.

"Shall we bring it back to you?" The leader of the photography group, who had always cared about her, asked. "No need, sister, I'll go to dinner when I'm done." Wei Sixian took down the sketch pen in her mouth, and said with a smile on her little face.

Her colleagues were amused by her cute appearance, teasing her and telling her not to forget to eat. Wei Sixian responded one by one, a warm current slowly flowed in her heart, in a foreign country, fortunately, sometimes help his Eric and his colleagues who get along well, otherwise he doesn't know if he can support himself.

When it was time to leave work, colleagues left their seats one after another. Only the lights are still on in Ms. Wei's office, and her desk is lined with Harper's Bazaar magazines.

"Superintendent, I guess it's okay to leave work a little earlier tonight?" The little assistant knocked on Wei Sixian's door, with a worried expression, and said expectantly. Wei Sixian's willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly unconsciously, she looked at the work that was less than a quarter of the progress, and tried her best to restrain her tone: "Is there anything very important?" ”

The little assistant's expression flickered and she didn't dare to look at Wei Sixian's eyes, she took a deep breath, plucked up her courage, and said, "Yes, today is my boyfriend's birthday, and I promised him in the morning to go back to accompany him today." "Cheeks flushed.

Wei Sixian's eyes stared at the assistant for a moment, as if she wanted to see through the little assistant. The assistant is sitting on pins and needles, and his heart is beating seven times and eight times. "Yes, but you'll need to ask Director Eric first." Wei Sixian calmly withdrew her gaze and said in a flat voice.

"I ...... I've asked him for his opinion, and Director Eric says that as long as you don't have any comments, you agree. The little assistant's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally the sound was like a mosquito. Okay, you go and report, and stay safe on the road. Wei Sixian kept tapping her fingers on the keyboard as she spoke.

"Okay, thank you, Director, don't worry, I'll be here early tomorrow to finish the rest." The assistant reassured. "President, Director Wei has agreed." The assistant knocked on Eric's office door.

"Okay, let's go." Eric said in a flat voice. "Okay, thank you, Director, see you tomorrow." With a grateful smile on his face, the assistant said goodbye to Eric

After the assistant left, Wei Sixian continued the work in hand, and at this time, she had completed the general shooting plan in front of her, and she fell into a bottleneck.

If you follow Harper's Bazaar's previous shooting style, adopt bold and novel clothing, and lead the trend of makeup, the photographer will adopt a darker style, but this issue is about the beauty of oriental women, and it is natural to follow a colorful style.

"Is it the Republic of China style or the costume style?" Wei Sixian's little face wrinkled together. "Why haven't you left work yet? With such dedication, should I, the boss, express it? Eric's voice was low, hoarse, and magnetic.

Wei Sixian saw the tall figure that appeared in front of her, and her eyes were stunned. "What? So happy to see me? Eric said with a smile in his voice, his hand swaying back and forth in front of Wei Sixian's eyes.

"You...... Why are you here? Wei Sixian said in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief. This is my company, shouldn't I be here and can't be? Eric looked curiously and amusefully at Wei Sixian, whose eyes widened in surprise.

"No, shouldn't you be sending my assistant home?" A strong sense of uneasiness flashed in Wei Sixian's heart. "No, she went back on her own." Eric saw Wei Sixian's reaction, and seemed to realize that something was wrong, and he also knew that the little assistant's family lived in a very remote place, and it was dark and far away, and she was a girl.

"You ......" Wei Sixian's words were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone before she could say it. Director Wei, save me, I feel that someone sneakily follows me behind me, can you pick me up? The voice of the assistant with a crying voice came from the other side of the phone, and she seemed to be very scared.

"Director Wei, how can you be a workaholic." The little assistant felt uncomfortable because of Wei Sixian's indifferent attitude today, but finally figured it out and understood that Wei Sixian's work pressure was high, and there were no complaints.

After leaving the company in a hurry, in order to return home faster, she chose a shortcut, usually this road is sparsely populated, and the assistant didn't expect that she would be followed, she sped up, and the people behind her also accelerated, she was anxious, she called her boyfriend, couldn't contact anyone, and she could only call Wei Sixian in a hurry.

"Superintendent, can you hear me? The little assistant didn't hear Wei Sixian's answer for a while, and involuntarily aggravated his voice, not expecting to attract the vigilance of the pervert who followed him. "Okay, you tell me the address." Wei Sixian's voice said quickly, her heart was full of panic and uneasiness.

Eric stood aside and listened to Wei Sixian's phone call, his eyes were full of urgency, and his heart was full of faint guilt at this time.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me? Tell me the address, you try to run to a crowded place, and I'll be there soon." Wei Sixian's voice continued to increase, and she was even a little hoarse, but she couldn't hear a response on the other side of the phone.

It turned out that when the pervert noticed that the assistant was calling for help, he quickly stepped forward and flew the assistant's phone to the ground, and helplessly dragged her into the depths of the alley.

"Whew, help." The assistant struggled to hook his phone, looking at the people passing by in front of the alley, his feet constantly staring at the ground, trying to make a little sound, like they were calling for help. "Shut up, give up the struggle, and you will be spared the pain of flesh and skin." The pervert said obscenely in the little assistant's ear. At the same time, he also used his hands and feet on the little assistant.

"Woo~, let go of me." Tears kept sliding down the little assistant's eyes. There was a look of despair in his eyes.