Chapter 36: Nobody Shares

"If you hadn't forced me to paint back then, would I have met with what I am today? They came to the door and wanted to buy this book, and you still said it had nothing to do with you? ”

"Back then, I said that I would paint it, don't publish it, you are good at making ideas and secretly publishing it to me, are you embarrassed to deny it?"

The car was moving slowly, and the little girl was obedient for dozens of seconds, and the noise gave him a headache.

There is a taste of recovering sight when you have the opportunity.

"Hmm..."

"Alright, alright, it's all my fault this time."

Lu Xingheng couldn't bear it anymore and covered her chattering mouth with one hand.

The little girl held her big watery eyes and did not blink.

His hands are so fragrant, what kind of hand cream is there!

The soft lips pressed against the palm of his hand, and the heat spread through his arm to his limbs, becoming hot.

There was a burst of heat all over his body, and the roots of his ears were imperceptibly red.

Lu Xingheng glanced at her with a slightly meaningful glance, "Do you still say?" ”

The little girl shook her head, her lips scraping his palm, which was beginning to be hot and wet, and she snorted and withdrew.

The residual temperature lingers for a long time, soft and heart-burning.

Familiar with the intersection of her community, specially told her to paint at home in the near future, less out, like a worried old father, must get her consent, then let go.

In the next few days, Liang Luo really obediently conceived a new work at home, either Xu Shanshan delivered her food, or ordered takeout on her mobile phone.

A large desk is littered with a mess of drawing paper, most of which is hand-drawn from the first draft.

Trough! Liang Luo threw one after another, why did the outline drawn always look like the dog man seven or eight points?

It seems that the next version of the new work is not suitable for the appearance of the male protagonist...

So, there are a few more drawing papers with long hair that look like dogs.

Poof, if he pretends to be a ladyboy, he will look like it!

Although there has been no progress in the past two days, I am in a good mood.

Di, Liang Luo flipped out his mobile phone from under the drawing.

Xu Shanshan, 'Sister Luoluo, someone wants to buy the copyright of the work again, and she asked me to push your WeChat business card to her. ’

Liang Luo's sharp eyes found that she was used, and concluded that it was a woman this time.

Liang Luo, 'If you want the copyright of "Galaxy Hot", then just help me push it.'" ’

A few minutes later, Xu Shanshan, 'Sister Luoluo, what she asked for was the film copyright of "Yayoi", which was the fantasy version. ’

Liang Luo leaned on the sofa and was stunned, the scenes in "Yayoi" are all big productions, and she has specially consulted Master Linai for advice in every article, which is why she will send an email to Linai to help her clarify the plagiarism incident at that time.

After all, he is an international comic master, so naturally no one will question his credibility.

Liang Luo, 'Okay, you push her business card to me, and I'll add it.' ’

Since people have chosen this work with such a vision, she doesn't mind being a person who takes the initiative to recommend her work.

The process of chatting was very pleasant, and she could see that the other party was very sincere and optimistic about this work.

So I happily agreed to meet in a few days to discuss the signing of the contract.

The little girl was in a good mood and wanted to find someone to share it with.

Flip through the phone's address book, turn it over and over again, and throw it down.

I didn't know at this time, it turned out that she didn't have a single confidant friend.

She doesn't know if that's the case with those who have been working for a long time.,In short, she's like this.,At least in the past three years.,Social networking is almost equal to zero.。。

Lying down in a ball on the soft sofa, his eyes fell on the desk not far away, and a piece of female printmaking paper that looked like a dog man was fluttering down.