Long Jingze's study is very large.

The walls around it are full of bookshelves, reaching up to the ceiling, and they are filled with books on military and literary theories from various countries.

There is also a movable spiral wooden staircase in the middle for easy access to the books above.

In the most prominent position is a large desk with three computers stacked next to it, and a large display in front of it that is convenient for men to conduct military meetings.

There is a row of sofas and a small coffee table by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shang Qian fell in love with the small corner at a glance, holding his design materials on the coffee table, ready to draw here.

The placement is still shallow, and Long Jingze has put himself into a working state.

In the past few days, I have been conducting military training and has accumulated a lot of work.

Shang Qian needs to draw some stage design during the military training, and after the military training, the school will hold an orientation activity to welcome the new students, so this time we need to have a different stage.

It embodies the significance of this new cross-century era.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and the pen in Shang Qian's hand worked quickly, and he devoted himself to drawing.

Long Jingze inadvertently looked up, and saw the appearance of the woman concentrating on the picture.

Shang Qian sometimes twisted his eyebrows and sometimes was distressed, as if he had encountered some big problem.

But this state won't last long, and his eyes will suddenly light up, as if he has thought of a solution.

The sun shone softly on the woman's back, her head was lowered, and her hair would slide down and fall on the drawing paper from time to time, blocking the view, and the plain white little hand hooked at will, and pinned it behind the ear.

Long Jingze curled his lips lightly, only hoping that time could stay at this moment, she was always by his side, how good it would be to accompany him so quietly.

As the sun gradually set, Shang Qian stretched his body and twisted his stiff neck.

Whew~ It's finally done!

Turning his head to see that the man was still looking down at his work, he blinked.

It seems that being a major general is also very tiring, it has been almost an afternoon, and a third of the documents on the table have not been processed.

The man's side face is like a knife, handsome and tough.

Thick eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, all the time exude charm, attracting the shallow gaze to stay on his face.

Long Jingze, who was reading the documents, lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, and the curvature shape was extremely beautiful.

What Shang Qian envies most about Long Jingze is his eyelashes, which are really long and dense, is this eyelash essence possessed?

Coupled with the man's deep eyebrows and eyes, he is extremely handsome.

Every time Shang Qian looked at his eyes, he would be tempted unconsciously, and he couldn't get out of it.

Quietly picked up the pencil again and secretly sketched the outline of the man on the paper.

How could Long Jingze not notice that Shang Qian was painting him, and quietly cooperated with her in secret, keeping this posture still, so that she could draw him.

Shang Qian's fascination with painting naturally didn't notice these details, and the man never moved.

I have to say that Shang Qian is a very rough person, and he is not particularly careful in some things.

For example, feelings.

After ticking the last stroke, Shang Qian looked at his work with satisfaction.

The man in her family is so handsome.

Long Jingze moved his stiff shoulders and kept the same posture, his muscles a little stiff.

Putting down the documents in his hand, Long Jingze walked to Shang Qian's side.

"Hungry?"

Shang Qian secretly rolled his eyes, how could he be hungry after eating so much at noon, he really raised her as a pig?!!!

But he reminded her that she was going to lose weight!

"I'm not hungry, I haven't digested my lunch yet, let's go for a run!"

Shang Qian's eyes were shining and he looked at Long Jingze.

Not hungry? Still running? Is this going to make trouble?

"Yes."

It's okay for him to exercise, just don't shout tired later.

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