() Will memories slowly disappear with the passage of time?

Liu Qingya was very curious about the answer to this question when she was very young, and at that time she hoped that she could, so that she could delete all the things she didn't want to remember, until more than ten years later, some things that she once wanted to forget were still hovering in her mind, and they were replayed every night in a nightmare way.

The good guy who did the wrong thing lived in a big house, surrounded by his wife and daughter, and was even more famous outside, but she was tortured from childhood to adulthood.

It seems that not only the memory will not disappear, but even the hatred will not.

Liu Qingya held her forehead, staring at the corner of the drawing with complicated eyes, where was there, there was a black stain, the ink dots that were inadvertently thrown on during the drawing, and were sent over as the first draft without careful inspection.

It stands to reason that as long as there is a stain in this place, the entire drawing can no longer be used.

I think it's like my mother is to Liu Congyun.

A woman's face that had become a little blurry suddenly appeared in front of her, Liu Qingya's hand hidden under the table was clenched into a fist violently, her eyes were staring at the boss, and there were faint bloodshots in it, if Fang Mei paid attention to her now, I was afraid that she would see a face full of hatred.

"Liu Qingya." Fang Mei was stunned for a while, and wanted to leave directly, but after hesitating for a while, he still moved his steps and rubbed in the direction of the desk, "If you have any work, you can leave it to me, and if you are not feeling well, you can go and rest for a while." ”

Fang Mei's voice came into his ears, as if he came from an incomparably distant place, and the distance between them was obviously only a desk, but it seemed to be separated from a large distant time and space.

Blinked his eyes vigorously, the time to regain consciousness and return to his brain was much slower than expected, so that in Fang Mei's eyes, it was as if Liu Qingya had been firmly attracted by a certain part of the drawing.

Is it a wonderful design?

Fang Mei was a little curious for a while, in terms of drawings and design, Liu Qingya had not been shy about her, she couldn't help but poke her head forward and squint her eyes to look at it.

There, isn't it a blank slate?

No, it seems to be

It's what the picture looks like.

Is it a black dot?

Fang Mei can't figure out Liu Qingya's thoughts at all now, it's just a technical mistake, just take it back and destroy it and send a new copy over, could it be that he is angry because of a mistake?

Maybe other industries won't understand, but Fang Mei knows that to do design things, carefulness is the basic standard for doing it.

"Do you need me to crush it and replace it with a new one?"

It was like the soul flew out of the sky, and slowly returned to the body, the whole process was slow and painful, Liu Qingya took a deep breath, rubbed her aching forehead and shook her head at Fang Mei.

"No, I'm thinking about something else."

"You don't seem to be looking good."

Some things become a lot easier as soon as they start, and the original sentence of the relationship has to be compared with reason for a long time, but now it is fluttering, and she even thinks about whether to ask who has the headache medicine.

"Really?"

Liu Qingya touched her face, feeling a little cool to the touch, knowing that she couldn't lift her senses now, if she went to Liu's house at night, she really couldn't look like this.

"Do you have any urgent work to do?"

Fang Mei didn't understand what she meant, and shook his head honestly, "No." ”

"Then follow me out into the street." Liu Qingya got up, went to the hanger to pick up her coat and put it on, "I have something to do at night, come with me to buy some clothes." ”

"Good.. Good. ”

is obviously the eldest lady of the Fang family, and she is held and loved by countless people, and even the hot-tempered brother is pampered to the bone for his only sister, but it is estimated that Fang Yan could never have imagined that Miss Fang, who is arrogant and willful on weekdays, actually feels happy because she is an errand assistant.

Being able to go out with Liu Qingya, or going to the street as a private matter, is reasonable, and Fang Mei shouldn't be happy.

She could even put her work card on the table and condescendingly tell Liu Qingya that it was working time, and she didn't need to even help with her personal situation, besides, Liu Qingya was still her rival, and what she thought about at night would not have anything to do with Tu Fang Yan.

It is also possible that Liu Qingya dressed up on the street, that is

In order to show Tu Fang Yan.

What are you kidding about choosing clothes for your rival?

"I think it's good."

Fang Mei picked up a pure white suit, a suit-like slim top, which can set off the slender waistline just right, with a low neckline and a hip-hugging mermaid skirt that reaches the calf.

She thinks this one is very good, it can not only show the sexiness of a woman, but also use the most reserved color, the combination of the two, in addition to the style of the suit professional wear, as long as it is worn by someone who can control it, it is definitely a perfect clothing.

"It's really good."

Liu Qingya nodded approvingly, she is very similar to Fang Mei's aesthetics, this dress is indeed good-looking, but it is not suitable for tonight's activities, go to Liu's house, you can't wear white.

Handing the clothes to the service staff, Liu Qingya picked up a black suit again, which was somewhat similar to Fang Mei's choice, it was also a slim model, but the lower body was designed with an umbrella skirt, Fang Mei glanced over inadvertently, and asked curiously:

"Are you going to a funeral?"

"Almost." Liu Qingya was in a very good mood when she asked, and looking at Fang Mei was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

Even if it is a woman who covets her husband, compared to Liu Jiaojiao, Fang Mei is too simple and upright, so simple that she can be a little assistant who makes coffee in the company, and she didn't take the initiative to find it until she hadn't seen Tu Fang Yan for a long time.

Feeling the kindness from Liu Qingya, Fang Mei was a little inexplicable, she shrugged her shoulders, and followed Liu Qingya, who had settled the bill, out of the door, they still had the next destination.

In the afternoon, from shopping for clothes to beauty salons, and finally doing hair in a private image design, when Liu Qingya and Fang Mei finally finished everything, the sky outside had already darkened.

Liu Qingya had already finished changing her clothes, wearing a pure black suit and skirt suit, and five-centimeter heels of the same color, her hair was curled into big waves, lazily scattered behind her head, her delicate red lips were pursed, and there was a flowing light between her expectations, and her square eyebrows just glanced at her inadvertently, and she felt that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

I have to admit that her boss does have a good looks.