Zhang Feng shouted, but he couldn't stand up helplessly, so he sat there in a hurry.

Mother Lin came in from outside, and when she saw this scene, she immediately panicked.

"Husband, ma'am, how is this?"

"Don't be stupid! Take a look at the young master! Zhang Feng said hurriedly.

"Oops!" Mother Lin hurriedly squatted down, looked at Qi Chenghao, and her face changed, "Husband, madam"

Zhang Fengxin mentioned it, and the whole person was tensed up: "What, what's wrong?" He's dead? ”

"No, it's not that the young master fainted, and he had a very serious high fever, and his body was hot!"

"Oh my God! Scared the hell out of me! Zhang Feng covered his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, but his face did not brighten, "Quick!" It's not right to call the master back, call an ambulance first! ”

Pei Tongtong put down the pen, pinched his eyebrows, and felt a terrible headache.

In the past few days of moving, she packed her things until midnight every night, resulting in poor sleep quality. Although, there really isn't much luggage, but it seems that she can't finish it, maybe she's really too sluggish lately.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable? You don't have to fight so hard, you can go outside and sit and rest when you are tired of painting, or have a drink, and there is free coffee in the pantry. ”

It was Qu Yan who spoke at the next table, the old-timer of the studio, she was very good and serious about her work, mainly because she took good care of the newcomers, Pei Tongtong didn't come for a long time, and she was able to integrate into the atmosphere of the office so quickly thanks to her relationship.

Pei Tongtong smiled at her: "Maybe I slept too late last night, and my spirit was not very good, so I went out to breathe." ”

"Well, by the way, what do you eat for lunch? Let's order a takeout. ”

"Okay."

When she came to the pantry, brewed a cup of coffee, and was adding sugar, there was a knock on the door behind her, she looked back and saw Ji Huai leaning against the door looking at her, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her smile was refreshing and indifferent.

He is the owner of this studio, young and promising, outstanding, in his early thirties, has opened two studios and a café, and is a successful person in the eyes of many people. He also has a good family background, it is said that his grandfather is a writer, his grandmother is an opera singer, and his parents are both university professors.

Listening to Qu Yan, he is a very talented person, and naturally cherishes talents, and Pei Tongtong is the "talent" in his mouth.

Indeed, when Pei Tongtong came to the interview for the first time, he fell in love with her at a glance and smiled at her: "Miss Pei has good painting skills and active thinking, if you don't do this line of creation, it's a pity, I hope you can come, I will provide you with the best creative space, you just need to hold a paintbrush." ”

To be honest, being regarded as a rare species "talent" for the first time made her a little flattered, even at a loss, and she thought she was more like a vase.

"Mr. Ji" was slightly distracted, and the coffee in his hand shook out and splashed on the back of his hand, hurting to death.

"Ahh In the end, he simply threw the cup out, and the coffee was spilled all over his body.

"Are you alright?!" Ji Huai hurriedly walked over, picked up the tissue next to him and wiped it for her, "Why are you so careless?" ”

Pei Tongtong stepped back: "No, no, I'll just come by myself." ”

Seeing that she was a little resistant, Ji Huai finally stopped: "I'm sorry, it's rude." ”

"No, I am." Pei Tongtong smiled at him, lowered his head and wiped it again.

Ji Huai stood aside and looked at her: "You have a very bad complexion, don't you sleep well at night?" ”