It was not until almost 11 o'clock in the afternoon that the Art Support Department came to work one after another.

Every colleague who passed by greeted Jian Qing very kindly.

Some people laugh and laugh, like to joke, and some are shy with red faces, but they are all very good-looking people, young and energetic.

Jian Qing sat honestly at the work station, and except for her colleagues who came to say hello to her, she basically said nothing.

I was also immersed in the regret of being caught when I said bad things.

Although Xia Jue didn't seem to mind, after installing the computer, she returned to her work station and lay on the table, as if no one was around—

Go to sleep.

It seems that he is implementing the fact that Jian Qing is arrogant and he will be able to finish it.

Jian Qing’s work station is by the window, and there are two pots of green plants on the windowsill, and the afternoon sun will shine on the table.

The last person in the department to work was the original painting team colleague of the character sitting on the right, named Xiao Yi, who was 1.85 meters tall and still up, with a small dreadlocked braid, and a large-sized sweatshirt that gave people a cynical look.

But there is a nickname for a very mother, called "Auntie".

Since Xiao Yi saw Jian Qing, he was very excited and had no words to say anything from time to time.

"How old are you?"

"Is it still going to school? How old is it? It looks so small." He secretly glanced at Xia Jue who was still sleeping and said quietly: "If you don't know, you think Brother Xia hired child labor."

“…”

Jian Qing was busy installing Ps and office software for the computer, and replied to him one after another, "No, I will graduate next year."

While speaking, Jian Qing had already opened PS, built an empty layer, and started writing the manuscript.

Two Apple monitors, one is used for drawing horizontally and the other is used for reference pictures vertically.

She chose two colors casually and applied a few strokes. She couldn't help but sigh that it was worthy of being an Apple monitor, with high color reproduction and accurate color.

Xiao Yi supported his elbow on the table and turned the hand-painted pen in his hand, "Hey, I'm so touched."

"It's been a long time since our department has been here for a long time." He turned his fingers and calculated, "Since three years ago, there was a new girl who was pretty."

Xiao Yi glanced at Jian Qing and added pertinently, "But it's not as beautiful as you."

“…”

Jian Qing has been used to being praised for being praised for her beauty since she was a child. She accepted his praise calmly and even said politely "Thank you".

She felt that Xiao Yi, the nickname "aunt", was well deserved, and there was no end to these family matters.

Xiao Yi continued: "Then that girl, on the first day of her job, asked Brother Xia to help her install the computer."

“…”

Upon hearing this, Jian Qing paused her pen, wasn’t it her?

"Brother Xia said she asked her to find it, and then the girl just acted cute and said she didn't want to find it. As for making people cry?"

"As a result, the next day, Brother Xia asked the affairs department to fire the girl."

Xiao Yi curled his lips, "You said, this is not for installing a computer. It is obvious that the girl wants to chase him by using the name of computer repair. Why are there such a ignorant person? Since then, our department has never recruited girls again."

“…”

After hearing him, Jian Qing felt a chill on his back.

Maybe she will leave the job tomorrow.

Xia Jue closed his eyes and heard Xiao Yi chattering endlessly. He frowned, stopped sleeping, and got up and walked over.

"Xiao Yi, why are there so much nonsense?"

A cold sound came at the right time.

Jian Qing shrank her neck, and was frightened by the sudden sound that the stylus was so hard that she fell to the table and rolled.

Xia Jue looked at her with a terrified look, raised her eyebrows and curled her lips and said, "Don't pay attention to him, I won't fire you."

Xiao Yi: "???"

What did he see? Their black-faced boss actually smiled at his sister?

Before he could open his mouth, he was sent to hell by Xia Jue's words.

"You are the last one to be timid, and you will come to work at 9:30 tomorrow." Xia Jue still had a black face to him.

“…”

Monk Xiao Yi Er was confused and had never seen Xia Jue take care of the attendance. Why did he let him come to work so early now?

Getting up early is simply a life-threatening one.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only obediently say "Oh" and shut up.

Pei Hao happened to come to them to find Xia Jue to hold a management meeting and called the person away.

While the boss was away, Xiao Yi turned his eyes and immediately started talking again.

"Why did Brother Xia just say that he would not fire you?"

Jian Qing pursed her lips and looked at the neat equipment on her desk. The plug-in board and wires were smoothly tucked behind the table.

"Because he installed my computer for me."

“…”

Oh shit.

Xiao Yi has realized it.

It’s not that their boss is unfamiliar with the charm, it’s that the people before are wrong.

By the way, I also understood the reason why I was arrested for attendance. Xiao Yi consciously closed his mouth and stopped talking to Jian Qing.

After Jian Qing didn't have to deal with Xiao Yi, she could finally concentrate on painting.

Working time always passes quickly.

When Xia Jue came back from the meeting, the warm winter sun at noon came in through the huge glass window, shining on Jian Qing's face, like a piece of flawless white jade.

She pursed her lips slightly, and looked extremely serious in painting.

His waist and back were straight, staring at the screen without turning his eyes, and he moved back and forth on the tablet with a stylus. His white and clean left hand pressed the shortcut keys on the keyboard.

The soft black hair was obediently tied behind the ears and swept across the snow-white swan neck. A strand of broken hair scattered out, like weeping willows and willow branches swaying gently.

It seemed like there was a glimmer of light, and he walked in her direction without hesitation.

"The composition of your face is a little problem." Xia Jue hugged his arms with both hands, stood and watched her draw for a while, and then spoke.

Jian Qing was devoted to painting, but he didn't notice that there was more person behind him. He raised his head and found out that it was Xia Jue.

Her eyes moved back to the screen, staring at her drawing, frowned, and couldn't tell the problem, "What's wrong?"

"Give me the pen."

Xia Jue leaned over and moved, bypassed Jian Qing's chair and the man, took the keyboard with his left hand, and held the stylus in his right hand, and outlined it on the tablet.

Jian Qing was fully focused on his line, not realizing that he was being surrounded by him in a circle, circled between his arms, and with a slight look on his head, he could press onto his chin.

Xia Jue's eyes fell on the screen, but his five senses were occupied by the faint sweet orange fragrance between his nose.

The girl's black hair was very close to his face, and her hair was flew like a feather, itchy and itchy until her heart.

“???”

Pei Hao came to the Art Support Department to look for scene art to see the surface modification effect of "Fenghualu". From afar, he happened to run into the scene in front of him.

The two of them are ambiguous in their actions.

Isn't this suitable?

He subconsciously took out his cell phone, took a picture of the scene of catching a villain, and immediately sent it to Lu Huaiyu on WeChat.

When I opened WeChat, I found that Lu Huaiyu ignored him since the day of the winter solstice and didn't even read the Weibo post he posted.

The news that it was him must have been automatically ignored again.

Pei Hao curled his lips, ignored his past grudges, and kindly called Lu Huaiyu on a WeChat video call.

After a while, the phone was connected.

In the mobile phone screen, a beautiful face came into view, with deep facial features and delicate eyebrows, making people stunned for a moment.

The black hair scattered to the forehead, and the dark eyes were deep and impatience.

"What to do?" His voice was low and very magnetic.

"Doctor Lu, take care of your wife." Pei Hao turned the direction of his mobile phone camera and looked at the two people in the distance.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu looked at the screen and found the little girl sitting by the windowsill in the crowd. She was surrounded by a man in a chair. The two of them were very close, and their behavior was intimate and natural.

The sun shines on them, as if a layer of gauze is shrouded in it, blending into one.
To be continued...