Song quickly withdrew his gaze with a hot face and turned back to the room, closing the door by the way.

Song Qing, who had nothing to do in the room, sat down at the desk and opened the laptop.

Then take the drawing board and plug it into the computer connection, and start drawing.

Closing his eyes, the story in his mind quickly formed, and Song Qing opened his eyes and began to draw the plot from the last time.

Soon the line drawings appeared on the computer screen, and then the characters slowly took shape and came to life in her hands.

Because whether it is painting or coloring, she completes it independently, so Song Qing's update is very slow, when it is good, it updates two words a week, and when it is slow, it updates one word a week.

This week's update is not because of Kavin, and it has been interrupted, which is not urged by her loyal fan Chen Man, and she will send her a fifty-meter knife.

Although Song Qing's update is slow, even so, she has accumulated a lot of readers, and her income is stable, although it is not high, but she herself is satisfied.

Her updated comics are already in the end, and it's because they're in the end, that's why it's Carvin.

When Song Qing was drawing, there was a sudden dingdong sound on his mobile phone.

Song Qing picked up the phone and glanced at it.

Editor-in-charge Lulu: "Honey, how are you preparing for your new book?"

New book, isn't there no inspiration yet?

Song Qing took his mobile phone and sent a message to the editor in charge, "I haven't prepared yet, I'm looking for inspiration, and then I'm going to wait for the end of this book in my hand." ”

Editor-in-charge Lulu: "Okay then! Come on, don't bother my darling. ”

"Okay, bye-bye." After Song Qing sent the message, he put his phone on the desk and continued to struggle.

Song Qing was very serious and quiet when he drew the draft.

Zhao Cheng and his son walked out after taking a shower, still wearing the clothes they had before.

After walking out of the bathroom, Zhao Cheng saw the mat and bedding on the ground at a glance.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng felt a sense of distress, his wife did not allow him to go to bed.

Zhao Cheng looked up at the bedroom and was silent.

Standing beside him, Yu looked up at his father and smiled faintly, "Dad, no, I'm going to call you dad now, dad over there, hold on, you can just sleep on the floor." ”

Zhao Yu said that he was single, with his back behind him, his head raised and his chest straightened, bypassing Zhao Cheng's floor, and reaching out to push open the door of Song Qing's room.

Zhao Yu stretched his neck and glanced inside, and called in a low voice, "Auntie, I'm done." ”

Hearing the voice, Song tilted his head and glanced at her, the boy at this time, who looked refreshed, stood at her door and looked at her with bright eyes.

Because I just took a shower, my hair is still a little wet and looks refreshed.

"Once you've washed it, then blow your hair." Song Qing saw Zhao Yu stand up and walk to the wardrobe and pick up the hair dryer.

She walked to the wall and plugged in the power supply as she turned her head and stretched out her hand towards Zhao Yu.

"Come here, I'll blow your hair, or you'll catch a cold."

Zhao Yu was stunned and walked up to Song Qing with a smile, although he wanted to say that he didn't need to blow his hair at all, and it was a matter of minutes to dry it with internal strength.

However, he would never say that.

"Yes, Auntie."

Song Qing stretched out his hand, pulled the child to his side, turned on the hair dryer, and began to blow his hair.

Zhao Yu bent his head slightly, but his hand naturally grabbed Song Qing's clothes.

"Whirring ......"

The warm wind blew overhead, and Song Qing's hand gently rubbed Zhao Yu's hair, letting its moisture evaporate.