"Xiao Qing-" Chen Yanjin spotted Mu Qingcheng at a glance and immediately shouted. The others were tall, but they pinched their voices so sharp that Mu Qingcheng got goosebumps when he heard them, and the people around him also laughed.

"Why are you here?" Mu Qingcheng asked in surprise.

"I'm here to participate in the bidding meeting for your cultural relics warehouse renovation project, and our company is doing intelligent system engineering." Chen Yanjin was full of confidence, "Our company will definitely win, and I will invite you to dinner to celebrate, and you must appreciate your face." ”

"I wish you success." Mu Qingcheng said polite words, she didn't know anything about Chen Yanjin's career, but in line with her prejudice against local tyrants, she decided that Chen Yanjin's company was not capable of winning. The renovation of the underground cultural relics warehouse aims to eliminate the potential safety hazards existing in the warehouse and increase the storage area. Today's open bidding conference is the temperature and humidity automatic control system, I heard that the tender announcement was issued, attracting a number of enterprises to sign up to participate in the bidding, including many strong and good reputation of competitors.

Mu Qingcheng swiped her card into the underground warehouse area, walked around the corner, her heartbeat immediately accelerated, and she saw at a glance that Cheng Yijie was standing outside the calligraphy and painting restoration room, obviously waiting for her. Cheng Yijie has been busy with cooperation with museums recently, although the two meet from time to time, but there is no chance to be alone, and Cheng Yijie is also busy in private without weekends, counting, they have not dated for a long time.

"Why are you here?" She suppressed the surprise and excitement in her heart.

"After the proofing meeting two days ago, the details of R&D and production have been determined. In addition to the physical products, it will also combine the intangible cultural heritage 'Nanyin' music and dance interpretation, expert lectures and digital interactive experiences, with the help of modern communication methods such as websites and social media, so that more ordinary audiences can have an in-depth understanding of traditional culture through high-definition digital images, apps and other digital carriers. As a team leader, I need to take a good look at the original work and find more inspiration. ”

Cheng Yijie had a businesslike tone, but when Mu Qingcheng opened the door of the calligraphy and painting restoration room and entered, he followed in, closed the door with his backhand, and then hugged her and tightened her body.

Before Mu Qingcheng could react, he had quickly lowered his head, and his lips suddenly pressed against hers. His arms were so strong and strong that she didn't even have the ability to move in his arms. And his kiss, so passionate, so fierce, so indulgent, so tossing and sucking...... She couldn't help but close her eyes, and her hand unconsciously hugged him, reacting to him, as enthusiastic and obsessed as him.

"Little orange." His voice was muffled, "Have you changed your mind?" ”

She was delirious and dazed. "What?"

His lips rubbed from her lips to her cheeks, to her earlobes, and then to her delicate neck. "Still won't marry me?"

"Well, I don't know......" she replied vaguely.

He circled her tighter, his lips falling back on hers before moving away again. "Give me a definite answer."

She was dazed, but in the end she instinctively responded: "I don't want to." ”

He slowly let go of her. "Let's go, go see the paintings." His tone was calm, but he squeezed her hand so tightly that it hurt her.

Mu Qingcheng raised her head, their eyes met, and her eyes were full of forgiveness and tenderness. He relaxed his strength and pulled her forward, a few short steps, but it seemed as if he had walked an extremely long distance.

They stood in front of the wooden booth, and Mu Qingcheng bent down to rearrange the scroll and unfold it, allowing Cheng Yijie to look at it from the beginning.

Mu Qingcheng's calligraphy and painting restoration has entered the last step - full color, that is, to use pen and ink to make up for the defects on the ancient paintings, and use a brush to repair the color in the defects on the picture, and the places that make up the colors should be coordinated with the ink color of the original paintings, so that no traces of the patches can be seen. For example, if a "person" character is broken in the middle, after the bottom is repaired, the words on the face must also be "connected" and completed. This is the hardest part to complete, because it can't destroy the original mood. Most of the full color is complete, and it is expected that it will be completed and framed in about a month.

As soon as she straightened up, Cheng Yijie hugged her from behind.

"How do you look at a painting like this?" Mu Qingcheng snorted.

"Beauty is in the arms, and appreciating paintings is more meaningful." Cheng Yijie got closer to her, and throughout the process of appreciating the paintings, they became closer and closer.

"It's very well restored, the parts that have been completely colored, and there are no traces at all." Cheng Yijie's hand caressed her, swimming along her graceful curves, and the heat continued to pass from his palm into her body, "Tell me, how did you do it." ”

Mu Qingcheng wanted to stop his restless hand, but she couldn't help but indulge in it, she was hopelessly infatuated with all the feelings he brought her. "Everyone's skills are different, not everyone can take the pen, it all depends on your painting skills and mastery." She tried her best to adjust her unsteady breathing, "If your skills are better, and you have been doing it for a long time, you will know how to adjust the color and how to color it at a glance in some places......"

She let out an exclamation of "ahhh

"Go on." The breath that came out of his mouth blew hot behind her ears, and her ears were dyed red.

She admired herself very much, and she could still speak in this situation, probably because she was used to being teased and teased by him, and her skin became thicker. She even praised herself a little: "I have art skills in school, and I have no problem with painting and color." Before I take over the pen, I will first look up the artist's information and refer to his drawings to take over the pen. But when I encountered a big lack of picture, I didn't know what I was painting, and I didn't have reference materials, so I only came out of the background color, and the painting art was not accepted. My principle is to fix the old as it is, and I would rather keep the imperfections as they are, and that's the value of it. ”

"There are no major flaws in this painting, and it should be possible to pick up the pen." Cheng Yijie has already finished appreciating the whole picture, and by the way, he has become addicted.

"Hmm......" Mu Qingcheng was so wrong that he couldn't stand steadily, "My legs are sore, let me sit for a while." ”

Then, there was a knock at the door, and she was awakened by a thunderclap, and she jumped to her feet, and scrambled to tidy up her messy clothes. Cheng Yijie stood up unhurriedly, but the unquenched desire under him could not be hidden.

"You...... You ......" Mu Qingcheng's eyes dodged, his face was red, he was ashamed, anxious and panicked, he looked like this, how could he see people. If she spreads the word behind closed doors during work hours, how will she stay in the museum.

"What are you panicking about?" Cheng Yijie was calm, "Go open the door, I naturally have a way to deal with it." ”

Mu Qingcheng had no choice but to hurry to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Curator Chung Chun. "Mr. Cheng is in there, right?" He asked with a smile.

"In ......" Mu Qingcheng responded humbly, turned around, and saw that Cheng Yijie had already sat down on the chair behind the wooden booth, which was just covering him.

"Mr. Cheng, is the painting good?" Zhong Chun walked inside.

"Look at it." Cheng Yijie sat still, "The repaired part can't see any flaws." The restoration of calligraphy and painting can neither ignore the chaos nor shrink back from the effort, it is a bold and careful work, and it requires very careful work every day. It is very rare for young people to have such patience, carefulness and perseverance. ”

This is clearly the leader's summary tone, Mu Qingcheng looked at him sitting upright, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

"You're right, Xiao Mu is a rare talent, and he is also the focus of our museum's training, and he has a great future." Zhong Chun also affirmed Mu Qingcheng's achievements.

"Thank you, Curator, I'll do my best." Mu Qingcheng's attitude is sincere.

"Mr. Cheng, are you free now, there are still some details I want to discuss with you about the digital promotion of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet". Zhong Chun sent out an invitation.

Cheng Yijie nodded slightly. "Qingcheng and I still have some words to finish, I'll go to the office to find you in a while."

Zhong Chun smiled and said "Okay", glanced at Mu Qingcheng again, and turned around and walked out of the calligraphy and painting restoration room.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, Mu Qingcheng felt that Zhong Chun's eyes were a little strange, and he couldn't say where the blame was.

"Do you think he'll believe we're just looking at paintings and talking?" Cheng Yijie said slowly, "He is an expert in old cultural relics, his eyes are very sharp, and you are a person who can't hide his face, just talking, will his face be flushed and his eyes are blurred?" ”

"You're talking nonsense!" Mu Qingcheng denied it, but subconsciously reached out and stroked his face, "You are the ...... Clearly...... And pretending to be ......"

There were some things she couldn't say and she stammered.

"What am I?" Cheng Yijie got up and walked in front of her. Her head hung down quietly, but her gaze fell on a certain part of her that made her ashamed, although it had returned to normal, but what had just happened was repeated in her mind quickly, and her face was really flushed.

Cheng Yijie stretched out her hand to support her chin, her eyes met him, her heart couldn't help but beat violently, and a hot warm current spread rapidly from her chest to her limbs.

He looked down at her and sneered: "You look like this, don't go out to meet people for the time being." ”

Her eyes looked at him with a moving eye. "You're a ...... It's so bad and so nasty."

"Men are not bad, women are not loved." The smile was like a drop of paint melted into a water tank, from the corners of Cheng Yijie's mouth to the tips of his eyebrows, "Make an appointment this weekend to visit your aunt and cousin, and then invite them to dinner." Although we have already met at the hospital, a visit is still necessary. Now that your cousin has recovered, I can take two days off this weekend, so I can get this done. ”