Qiao Lijue put his hands around his chest, thinking that Wen Liang should be a difficult woman, but he didn't expect a library to finish her.

"Mr. Qiao, you actually have an out-of-print book."

"Wow, this is a master's manuscript."

"And this, it has long been stopped from being printed, Mr. Qiao, are you a master outside the world, there are so many martial arts cheats hidden."

After a while, she took a bunch of books, and she simply sat on the carpet and read them directly.

She had a designer's manuscript in her hand, and Qiao Lijue approached and found that Wen Liang was reading it with relish.

"Good-looking?"

Wen Liangfang nodded, "Mr. Qiao, you are so amazing, you actually have King's original painting manuscript here!! ”

She didn't notice that after she said this, the cold aura on Qiao Lijue's body melted a lot, and he sat on the ground, sitting beside her like her.

"Do you know King?"

Wen Liang's fingers touched the dark black design draft, "There are not many of his works, and I like each one very much."

When I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to learn to draw, so I followed the pictures on TV and books by myself, and I didn't know anything about design.

Ten years ago, by chance, I saw a design, which was King's, and I thought it was amazing at first sight, this designer is amazing. ”

"King's style is pure dark system, many people are not optimistic, ten years ago you were a little girl, you understand?"

Facing Qiao Lijue's questioning, Wen Liang smiled, "The work I saw at the time was a jewelry design, and his style jumped.

The design is a black butterfly brooch, and most of the butterflies of ordinary people are in the form of wings ready to fly, but he is different.

The butterfly folded its wings, as if it would spread its wings in the next second, and the expression was very realistic, and I saw the comments that the idea of this work was to spread its wings.

Someone else made a winged spread and named it a wing, and he made a butterfly curled up and ready to spread its wings, which is a few grades higher than those designs.

But I think it's not just that simple, what I see is survival. ”

Qiao Lijue's fingers clenched unconsciously, "What survival?" ”

"The butterfly was bound by the darkness that it couldn't see, and it wanted to escape, so it desperately turned into a butterfly and grew wings, just to get out of the darkness."

Wen Liang gently stroked the original manuscript in his hand, "When I first felt this way, I thought it was because I thought too much, but I never forgot that design in my mind.

It seems that I also have a cocoon in my heart, waiting for the day when I will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

Later, when I got older, I saw his other designs one after another, from paintings to jewelry and architecture.

Many people commented that he was a genius, a natural madman, and every one of his designs was ingenious and was praised on the altar.

But I always felt that he should be a lonely person, he was not crazy, as if he was an abandoned child.

He wrapped him in a net of darkness to block the approach of others, and he had such a sincere heart, how could he be a madman? ”

The cool evaluation made the man next to him silent, and after a long time, he didn't speak until she finished reading a picture album.

It's just that there is a bit of hoarseness in his voice: "Do you really think so?" ”

Wen Liang raised his head to meet his gaze, but found that his eyes were like a rough sea, flowing undercurrently.

His mood swings are extremely high, why?

Hearing his voice, Wen Liang inexplicably felt that his voice was very similar to that of the devil in the dark.

"Mr. Qiao, what are you talking about?" She had forgotten about the previous topic.

"You say King isn't crazy."

"Of course he's not crazy, he's my idol, and I'm guessing that maybe he had a bad time as a kid and had some kind of blow in his childhood.

But he was strong and not only survived, but also had a super high design talent.

If I could, I would really like to meet him, even hug him, and tell him that it's all over.

Do you think I'm stupid to think like this for a designer who doesn't know his age, or even his gender......"

Before Wen Liang's words were finished, her body was pulled into her arms violently.

You've got it, fool.

Qiao Lijue buried his head in the socket of her neck, sucking in the fragrance that belonged to her body, and how many nights accompanied him to sleep.

Wen Liang's body stiffened, from beginning to end Qiao Lijue was very gentlemanly to her, even if she was unable to move, he quickly let go of holding her.

But it was the first time that a strong hug like this had been given, and her heart was beating wildly.

wanted to push him away, but Qiao Lijue said at this moment: "Let me hug it, just give it a moment." ”

With a humble plea in his voice, he was like an abandoned rag doll, pitiful.

"Mr. Qiao...... Do you know King? Wen Liang saw that he didn't make any other moves, just simply hugged her, and she relaxed a little.

"He's my friend." Qiao Lijue let go of her, "Don't get me wrong, this is what I hugged instead of him." ”

Wen Liang reacted at this time, it turned out that it was because she had just said that she wanted to hug King.

But he did say hello, and it was too sudden.

"You know King? Also, your design is so good, are you the same teacher?

Mr. Qiao, is King male or female? How big is it? Did I guess wrong? ”

Qiao Lijue glanced at her, "I care so much, do you want to marry him?" ”

Wen Liangxiao's face flushed, "What nonsense are you talking about, I just care about my idol." ”

"His design style is the opposite of yours, and you really idolize him?"

"Can't you be an idol if you have a different style? Maybe he's still a man, and his gender is different. ”

Seeing Wen Liang defending him so much, a touch of tenderness overflowed between Qiao Lijue's eyebrows.

In the warm light, she raised her head to meet Qiao Lijue's gentle eyebrows.

It's as warm as the warm wind blowing off the cherry blossoms, so gentle and comfortable.

She's right? The moody Uncle Qiao actually has such a gentle side?

When she was still immersed in Qiao Lijue's tenderness, a proposition came.

"If it's King and John, whose design do you prefer?"

"Who's John?"

"It's the designer of this house, including the big tree you like."

From the beginning, seeing her so happy, Qiao Lijue's mood was very conflicted, on the one hand, he was very happy that she could like it here, but on the other hand, he was a little unhappy, she liked other designers.

Wen Liang looked at the tree, and then looked at the manuscript in his hand.

"The two have very different styles, King's style is extremely destructive and dark, and John's is healing and comfortable."

Qiao Lijue's face began to darken, "Who are you going to choose?" ”

He didn't know why he was comparing himself to an illusory opponent, perhaps because his desire for exclusivity was so strong that he wouldn't let anyone into her world.

"Do you have to choose one?"

"Must choose."

"That'...... I choose ......" Wen Liang hesitated for a moment, Qiao Lijue thought about it, if she dared to choose John, she would strangle this woman with no conscience.

"What to choose?"

“King。” She decisively gave an answer.

Qiao Lijue really thought that she would choose John, but she didn't expect her to choose herself, "Why King, don't you like it here?" ”

"I like it very much, but I think John is a healer, he must be a very warm person.

King, on the other hand, is very destructive, has a more distinct style, and is more like a paranoid child, and if I could, I wanted to heal him, and he would make my heart ache. ”

Wen Liang was held in her arms again, this woman has the ability to predict, she can actually see through things that others can't see.

I didn't expect that the reason why I was selected was that she would feel distressed, distressed, hehe, there would be a woman who felt sorry for him.

"Mr. Qiao......"

"You don't have to call it that in private in the future." His mood changed greatly, and only holding her tightly would soothe his complicated mood at the moment.

"You teach me things, can I call you a teacher?" Wen Liang guessed that he had a good relationship with King.

He was right, and he also felt sorry for King.

“…… Good. Qiao Lijue just hugged her like this, wanting to hold her for the rest of his life.

"Teacher, have you hugged enough? Can you let me go? "Wen Liang is almost asleep.

Qiao Lijue let go of his hand at this time, he got up and took a few professional books from the bookshelf, "I've finished reading these today." ”

Wen Liang saw the thick stack of books, "I can't finish reading today." ”

"It's all blueprints, it won't take too long, I'll check it later."

"Okay." Wen Liang hugged the book and began to read, it felt like it was casual and relaxed, and she completely forgot the time and place.

By the time she heard movement around her again, Qiao Lijue had already changed into a set of gray loungewear.

In addition to the suit and tie, he changed into other clothes, just like the male protagonist in the comics!

From this angle, his legs are more slender and his figure is straight, and he wears silver wire eyes, hiding his usual domineering behind the lenses.

"Knock Knock ......"

Oops, it seems to be a heart-warming feeling.

Wen Liang hurriedly looked away, it was too foul, and his change of clothes showed a completely different temperament.

It's like the domineering president has suddenly become an abstinent and indifferent flower man, especially that pair of glasses, Sven scum!!

I wanted to pounce and tear off his glasses to make some other expressions appear on his face.

Wen Liang patted his face, Wen Liang, are you crazy, what the hell are you thinking about?

Qiao Lijue carried a tray full of food and orange juice and a little fruit.

In such a dreamy scene, he put down the tray and beckoned to her: "Come here." ”

Wen Liang was like a kitten he raised, and he walked over so spinelessly.

No, she's just being bewitched by men.

"Are you hungry?" His voice was still cold, but Wen Liang had inexplicably added a filter to him.

In her eyes, it was a warm man's warm voice, and she shook her head nymphomaniacly, "I'm not hungry." ”

He seemed to have taken a shower, and there was still some moisture in his hair, and there was a fragrance on his body.

The bangs that are usually fixed with hairspray are put down, and the broken hair is put on the forehead, which is a little handsome!