When Chu Yun came to convey the news, all the office staff were confused and left work early?

Is the Great Demon King overwhelmed today? There has always been only overtime and no early departure.

"Assistant Chu, you're not mistaken, are you?"

Chu Yun cleared his throat, originally this kind of thing only needed a phone call from the secretary's office, and a certain uncle had to announce it in person.

"The president knows that everyone has been busy with design recently, and since the draft has been decided, let everyone get off work early and take a good rest."

He wouldn't say that it was because the Great Demon King specially gave Wen Liang a holiday for a pair of trousers, and these people were just stained with warm and cool light.

Chu Yun finished notifying her and left, and when she left, she glanced at Wen Liang, she was immersed in drawing designs, and she turned a deaf ear to the outside world.

Thinking about someone in the president's office, he was looking forward to it at this moment, but Wen Liang left this matter behind.

Chu Yun silently lit an incense stick for Qiao Lijue in his heart, Seventh Master, you also have today.

Everyone else was happily planning the evening's schedule, the draft was finalized, and the rest was much simpler, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The date of the date, the dinner of the potluck.

"Xiaoliang, let's have dinner together in the evening."

"No, I haven't finished my manuscript yet, let's celebrate when it's really finalized, you guys go."

The ideas that Qiao Lijue told her before benefited her a lot, and she had a lot of inspiration in her mind, so she had to draw it quickly.

Office of the President.

Qiao Lijue's cold face has always been beaming with joy at the moment, and what Ah Liang bought must be the best.

"Seventh Master, your order has been conveyed."

"What, did she rush to the mall?"

Facing his shining eyes, Chu Yun said indifferently: "Miss Wen is drawing." ”

With a "click", the pencil in Qiao Lijue's hand broke.

"I asked her to leave work early, and she didn't go to the mall as soon as possible, but was drawing?"

"That's right."

"Smack."

Qiao Lijue slapped the pencil in his hand directly on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "This woman ...... What do you think of me? ”

"Seventh Master, it's not that Miss Wen doesn't care, but you are too careful, it's just a pair of pants, you can buy it anytime......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man sitting in the leather chair had already gotten up and left.

"Seventh Master, where are you going?"

What answered him was the sound of slamming the door, miserable, the seventh master was angry, and Miss Wen Liang was finished.

He was about to catch up, but after thinking about it, Qiao Lijue liked Wen Liang so much, it was impossible to hurt her.

I glanced down at the draft that Qiao Lijue had just drawn, it was not a design draft, but a cool character sketch.

The woman in the painting lowered her eyes shyly, if she hadn't put her in her heart, how could she have drawn so carefully.

Seventh Master, you are really emotional.

Qiao Lijue rushed off the elevator angrily, no one had ever dared to ignore him, this woman dared!

By the time he arrived at the office, everyone had already left, and he walked aggressively towards the cool office.

The cool desk is in the corner by the window, and although the location is not good, it is full of sunlight.

The afternoon sun poured in through the glass window, and the woman took a pencil and drew carefully.

The sun was dancing on her fingertips, her hands were beautiful, the joints were slender without a bit of extra flesh, and they were delicate like works of art.

How many times did he dream back at midnight, and he liked to use his five fingers through her fingers, and his ten fingers were interlocked.

Such hands are beautiful whether they are drawing or playing the piano.

Qiao Lijue suddenly forgot what he was going to do, and stood there stupidly looking at the serious little woman.

She was painting, but she was like a painting herself.

From time to time, her sideburns fell down, and she casually pulled her hair behind her ears to revise and alter it, and the picture became fuller and fuller.

Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed, as if she had encountered some difficulty.

The eraser was changed, changed and erased, and I always felt that something was wrong.

A male voice came from his ear: "The wood here is replaced by bamboo, and the straight line is replaced by a curve, and the arc is a little rounder." ”

Wen Liang turned his head suddenly, but he met a pair of calm eyes.

"Joe, Mr. Joe." She was so frightened that she quickly got up to say hello, because he was bent behind her.

Wen Liang got up and accidentally hit his head on his chin.

"I'm sorry Mr. Qiao, I didn't mean to." Wen Liang hurriedly touched someone's chin.

Why is she obviously a very calm person, and every time she meets Qiao Lijue, she will do something stupid?

Someone rubbed his forehead, "Does it hurt?" ”

Qiao Lijue's eyes were full of seriousness, she bumped into it so vigorously just now, it should be very painful, right?

Wen Liang had a strange feeling in his heart, he bumped into him, his first reaction was to ask himself if it hurt?

It's like the last time I was in the Wutong Hall, I gave myself a wisp of hair and made myself blush and my heart beat faster.

was originally facing such a beneficine face, and he didn't have to deliberately flirt with it to make a woman's heart move.

"No, it doesn't hurt ......"

What about the Great Tyrant who said good? This is not the way a tyrant does it.

There was a warm touch on the fingertips on his forehead, "I still said it doesn't hurt, it's all red, do you want to blow it?" ”

"Huh?" Wen Liang can't figure out the current situation at all, what is it blowing?

When she was confused, at this time, Qiao Lijue had already leaned down and gently blew on her forehead.

The warm breath was on his forehead, and Wen Liang was completely stunned.

That, what do you mean!!

He treats himself like a child? After Cha Cha was injured, he blew it for her by himself, and Qiao Lijue learned it from Cha Cha.

She said, "Daddy, it won't hurt if you blow it." ”

So Qiao Lijue volunteered to blow on Wen Liang, the child and the woman are two completely different animals.

A feather seemed to pass over the warm heart, itchy and numb.

The flush spread from her forehead to her entire body.

The legendary cold-blooded and ruthless domineering demon king is so sultry, and a woman like Wen Liang, who is immune to beautiful men, is a little overwhelmed.

She pushed Qiao Lijue away, "Joe, I'm always sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Looking at the woman who fled in the wilderness, Qiao Lijue narrowed his eyes, could it be that he was blowing in the wrong way? Tear down and blow again?

But Cha Cha obviously likes this very much, women are really strange creatures.

At this time, he had completely forgotten the reason why he had come to Xingshi to ask for sin.

Wen Liang ran to the bathroom in one breath, looked at his red little face, and quickly picked up a handful of cold water to wash his face.

The cold water made the heat on my face disappear a little.

patted his face, Wen Liang, why did you become so unproductive?

Wen Liang didn't know what the reason was, every time she met Qiao Lijue, she was always a little uncontrollable, as if he had an aura on him that made her feel familiar.

I don't have a deep friendship with him, why do I feel familiar?

Could it be because he was friends with the Great Demon that he felt familiar?

When she regained her composure and returned to the office, she found Qiao Lijue sitting in her chair writing and drawing.

"Mr. Qiao."

Qiao Lijue beckoned to her with a cold face, "Come here." ”

Wen Liang stood beside him obediently, "I have made some adjustments and revisions to your manuscript, so that it will look more mellow."

You had a good idea before, but what you want to highlight is the sense of freedom of nature.

Your design is a little less popular, and the sense of meldity will fill this point, you see. ”

Wen Liang looked at the draft, and after a small repair by his hand, it seemed to add soul to the draft.

Her eyes lit up, she had been working hard to revise after Qiao Lijue had told her before, but she was always dissatisfied.

However, at this moment, she knew where her problem was, and she was a little excited.

Any designer would be so excited to see a bright design, and the man in front of him is really amazing.

"Mr. Qiao, you are so amazing! It's much better after this modification. ”

Seeing Wen Liang's little face full of adoration, Qiao Lijue had one thing in his mind.

I didn't conquer you so many times in bed, and you were conquered with just a broken sketch?

Well, I definitely don't want enough, and I have to work harder tonight.

Before, according to Chu Yun's teaching, give her a house, a car, and a card, and people didn't even look at her.

I hit it crookedly, and I changed the draft for her casually, and I successfully shortened the distance between me and Wen Liang.

Although she made a contract with herself for a month at night, Qiao Lijue knew one thing very well, Wen Liang hated it in his heart.

Not only disgusted, but even somewhat repulsed by himself.

If she continues like this, a month will not only not close the distance between the two, but will only make her hate herself more.

So after knowing that she came to her own company, Qiao Lijue began to be excited again, but he didn't dare to tell her who he was.

He had been trying to find a point to bridge the distance between the two.

It is really intentional to arrange flowers that do not bloom, and unintentionally to insert willows and willows.

The warm worship made Qiao Lijue very satisfied.

Obviously, the master can rely on his face to eat, but who knows that in the end, he relies on his talent.

He moved his position and asked Wen Liang to sit down, "You can change the rest." ”

Wen Liang was very excited at the moment, and there were a lot of ideas in his mind, so he took the eraser and quickly drew it on the paper.

She is really good at drawing inferences, and Qiao Lijue's eyes gradually revealed a stunning light.

Designing this thing depends on talent, and in addition to solid basic skills, it depends more on talent.

Wen Liang obviously has both, and she suddenly opened her mouth when she mentioned it.

"That's not right here." From time to time, Qiao Lijue would give a reminder.

"What's wrong?" In front of him, Wen Liang is like a studious student.

Qiao Lijue leaned down, took her white and tender little hand, and redrew the outline for her.

There was a shallow smell of cologne on his body, which was for fear that she would suspect that she was the person at night, Qiao Lijue specially sprayed it.

The man's palms are not smooth, and even a little rough.

The rough palm grinded against the back of her delicate hand, and her mind didn't know where it flew.

Her whole body was focused on the hands of the two of them, and her mind was full of the lines of his palms.

The heart "thumped" and beat more and more irregularly.

There seems to be a little person in my head saying, Wen Liang, you're finished.