Song Cheng twisted his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" ”

The eyes are red, what is so wronged?

Song Cheng glanced at the table, there was no tissue or anything like that, he touched his body, and it just so happened that he didn't bring a handkerchief today.

After looking for her, he had to reach out and gently touch her face.

Liu Qianzhou went to be electrocuted, and instantly blocked his hand.

She whispered, "It's okay, I'm fine." ”

sniffed, took out a tissue from his pocket, covered his nose and blew his nose, then sucked hard, raised his eyes and smiled at Song Cheng.

"Don't mind, it's windy, and I have a little cold."

Song Cheng understood, and then took out a stack of document copy paper from his briefcase.

"It's your work, isn't it?" Song Cheng was the first to ask her.

Liu Qianzhou looked at it, it was an electronic version of the graffiti she had painted on Princess Sissi's wall.

She nodded, looked at her hand, and suddenly said, "Huh? I only took out the manuscript and didn't send it to anyone electronically, where did you get that? ”

It's a weird thing.

Song Cheng said: "Look again? ”

Liu Qianzhou took the manuscript paper and looked at it carefully, "This ......"

Song Cheng said: "This is taken by a photography enthusiast and printed. ”

Liu Qianzhou suddenly realized that she felt more like an image, because the tone and warmth had been reprocessed.

"What do you want to say?" Liu Qianzhou asked.

Song Cheng said: "This photography enthusiast puts your works in a personal collection, as the original creator of this series, don't you have any other ideas?" ”

Liu Qianzhou looked at Song Cheng and shook his head slowly.

"Haven't you thought about publishing a book?" Song Cheng asked again.

Liu Qianzhou's eyes were confused, it may be because of the inferiority complex created by the environment, she always felt that her own things were okay to entertain the public, but if they were published as books, they would still ......

Liu Qianzhou shook his head, "I never thought that in two years, after my level is improved a little, I will be able to publish a book worthy of consumers, right?" ”

"It's very good, this series of paintings is very suitable for publication, trust me." Song Cheng said in a low voice.

Liu Qianzhou buried his head and did not speak.

Song Cheng's gaze staring at her was a little heavy, how did she become so dull? Shouldn't she be energetic all the time?

"No confidence?" He asked.

Liu Qianzhou tilted his head: "You say you can publish, of course you can publish, even if it is at the level of primary school students, as long as you say that you can publish, the publisher can give it." ”

Song Cheng's face darkened: "It's not that you don't believe me, you don't believe in yourself." ”

Song Cheng's face was slightly dark, and her face was still buried very low.

"This series of paintings is very commercial, it is not confined to form, it has a unique style, it is interesting, and the painting skills are not weak."

Song Cheng's approval still failed to move Liu Qianzhou, which made Boss Song's heart unpleasant.

"I have a mediocre appreciation of art, and I only recognize paintings that cater to my tastes. It just so happens that your style is very much in line with my aesthetics, and if you change someone else, I will also help you on a whim, and now there are very few young painters with ideas, do you understand what I mean? ”

Liu Qianzhou nodded slowly: "Oh." ”

"So, any ideas?" Song Cheng asked her again.

Liu Qianzhou raised his eyes and said calmly: "That is to say, you rich people want to play art and improve their taste in addition to their careers." ”

Anyway, what Song Cheng said just now, the other meaning she heard was this.

Song Cheng's eyes changed slightly, and then he waved his hand helplessly: "It can also be understood in this way, it is just idle and panicked." ”

"I ...... I don't want to bother you too much. Liu Qianzhou said in a low voice.

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows, he thought that she was not confident in herself, but she was afraid of troublesome him.

"Are you afraid of bothering me, or are you afraid of having anything to do with me again?" Song Cheng asked in a low voice.

Liu Qianzhou said frankly: "It's all right, if I trouble you again, I will feel that I am too cheeky and make the most of your gratitude to me." If I have any contact with you, it shouldn't be, you're already engaged. ”

Song Cheng straightened up, his right arm retreated back on the back of the chair, and looked at her with a smile.

"How do you know I'm engaged?"

"Can't you know? Senior Sister Song said, I will bless you, after all, the two of us have had such a short relationship, you are engaged, I will be upgraded to your ex-girlfriend, you will contact your ex-girlfriend like this, isn't it good? ”

Liu Qianzhou's eyes were staring at the table and saying this, and the truth is also the case.

In exchange for her to fall in love again, her boyfriend still keeps in touch with her ex-girlfriend, and she won't tolerate it, okay?

"That's what you think?" Song Cheng spoke lightly.

There was no emotion in his demeanor and tone, which made Liu Qianzhou unable to guess what he meant at the moment.

"That's true." Liu Qianzhou frowned.

Song Cheng suddenly leaned forward and grabbed her hand on the table.

"What if I refuse your promotion to ex......"

Before Song Cheng could finish speaking, the balcony glass door was opened.

Liu Qianzhou was shocked, withdrew his hand with a swish, and looked at the balcony with panicked eyes.

In a panic, she didn't hear what Song Cheng said at all.

Grandma Liu came in with a big bowl of noodle soup and put it on the table, Liu Qianzhou was surprised, and before she could ask, Grandma Liu spoke first.

"Boss Song, eat it while it's hot, I don't know if it's suitable for your taste. There's nothing else at home, and it takes too long to cook, so if you don't dislike it, you can make do with it. ”

Song Cheng hurriedly got up and thanked him repeatedly: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, it's hard old man, you sit down." ”

After Grandma Liu pulled a chair and sat down, Song Cheng sat back.

Liu Qianzhou stared at Song Cheng, did he take this but his own home?

However, it was still very surprising that Song Cheng would eat noodles cooked by his grandmother, which was not treating himself as an outsider.

"Is it delicious?" Liu Qianzhou couldn't help but ask.

Song Cheng snorted and inhaled the noodles, chewed and swallowed a few times before replying, "It's delicious." ”

Liu Qianzhou smiled a little in his eyes: "You can finish eating all the delicious food." ”

Grandma Liu took out the dried radishes made at home, picked some on a small plate, and put them in front of Song Cheng.

"This is my own dried radish, is the raw radish blown for a day, and then written into small pieces, mixed with my own chili peppers, you taste it, can you eat this small dish?"

Song Cheng looked at the small pieces of radish in the small plate, and directly stretched out his chopsticks to taste it, which was very face-saving.

The raw radish originally had a spicy taste, and with the chili sauce made by Grandma Liu herself with hot oil and chili powder, it tasted very good, crispy and delicious.

Song Cheng's taste is average, and if it has to be classified, it is light, but it can be eaten with Liu Qianzhou.

Song Cheng stretched out his chopsticks twice in a row, but he didn't have expectations, because Boss Song didn't eat any side dishes at all.

In the diet of the Song family, how can there be pickles, sauerkraut, side dishes and the like?

However, Grandma Liu is really good at cooking, a bowl of ordinary noodle soup tastes excellent, and the soup is delicious enough. The side dishes are fresh and crispy, which is very pleasant.

"It's very refreshing, thank you, old man." Song Cheng thanked him briefly.

Liu Qianzhou suddenly leaned up and asked, "What my grandmother makes, is it delicious?" ”

Song Cheng suddenly raised her eyes, the little girl stared at him with a pair of big eyes, and when she saw him raise her eyes, her eyebrows were bent, and the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

"Thank you, it's me who thank you. There are no good things at home, but noodles are still available. If you really like to eat, the next time you work late, you will pass by here again, come up, and I will make it for you immediately. Grandma Liu said kindly.

Song Cheng hurriedly said: "That's too disturbing for you to rest." ”

"It's out of the way, what's the cost of cooking a bowl to eat?"

Song Cheng nodded: "Then you're welcome, if you don't know what to eat in the future, I'll come to the old man's house to eat." ”

Song Cheng's impression of Grandma Liu has changed 360 degrees tonight, and the impression of this old lady in his heart can be fixed on the initial impression that he regards wealth as his life and is unreasonable.

Of course, he can understand.

Because people are poor, everything they do can be understood.

I came here today to find an excuse to find Liu Qianzhou, and I hope to brush up on the old lady's favorability.

However, when I saw you again today, I found that the old lady of the Liu family was impersonal and cold, and it was just a performance, and the old lady herself was very kind, at least not so unreasonable.

Song Cheng saw his own problems from the old lady, he was too conceited, he never looked at people secondly, and many people, including business partners who had cooperated, only stopped at the first impression.

Too subjective, too one-sided.

Song Cheng was eating noodles, which were thin noodles, the most common kind of dragon beard noodles bought in the market.

A spoonful of marinade was put in the clear soup, and when I came back from Liangshan, my aunt's house gave me a leg of pork leg meat.

There was no refrigerator in this hut, and Grandma Liu was afraid that the meat would be bad, so she prepared the marinade herself in the afternoon and marinated the meat.

Song Cheng was lucky to catch up with the family to add vegetables.

The usual noodle soup is not so delicious, and it will not be in the bowl.

Grandma Liu gave a spoonful of marinade when she got out of the pot, cut some braised pork, and threw a few green vegetable leaves into the noodles, plus a poached egg.

But looking at this bowl of noodles, it is indeed very tempting, and the taste is better than looking.

Grandma Liu watched Song Cheng drink all the soup and thanked him for giving him so much face.

"Is Boss Song eating enough? Not enough for me to give ...... again."

"Enough, enough, it's not too early, this bowl is really a lot, I don't know how to digest it yet."

Song Cheng was also not polite, he spoke a lot more amicable than the previous few times, he didn't take Qiao at all, and he didn't treat himself as anyone.

Grandma Liu then asked, "What is Boss Song coming to find my Qianzhou for?" ”

She sounds like a work, right?

Grandma Liu knew that her granddaughter did something special last year, that is, she sold her paintings for a lot of money.

The money granddaughter has cashed it to her, and the numbers are lying on the card.

Can Grandma Liu care about her granddaughter's future?

Boss Song said that he took a fancy to his granddaughter's talent, and Grandma Liu also wanted to hear about it.

Song Cheng glanced at Liu Qianzhou and turned to explain to Grandma Liu.

"Well, your granddaughter painted a series of wall paintings in a restaurant last year, and now a publisher has taken a fancy to the series and wants to work with her. And I'm here for that. ”

Grandma Liu raised her eyes, "What does that mean?" ”