Chapter 92   092     The problem, it’s still him

"Don't come, I'm not here tonight."

Before Ye Yinuo could finish his words, Huo Yu had already turned around and left.

Staring at his tall and cold Yi's back, Ye Yinuo couldn't tell what he felt at this moment.

Everyone is like this, it’s hard to explain.

He knew that she and Mr. Lian were married, and there was still a photo of their heads on his marriage certificate, but he was not willing to give up! How could he have such great charm to make him like this?

I really don't understand what his mentality is. She really doesn't think there is anything she deserves to worry about.

His eyes were sent over, and he accidentally met another look.

He came in from outside, and as soon as the cold and auo figure appeared, he immediately became the focus of everyone's eyes.

Mr. Lian... When did he come?

How much did he hear what he said just now?

...

...In the president's office, Ye Yinuo sat on the small sofa, with a small desk in front of him. In addition to her laptop, he also needed a finely crafted drawing board. The drawing board is connected to the notebook, and the program has been opened.

She held a paintbrush in one hand and a habitual support to the drawing board with the other. She occasionally raised her eyebrows and looked at the man sitting at the desk quietly. She was often worried about the drawing board.

In fact, she couldn't draw it, but at this time, the air pressure in the office was very dull. She asked her to draw under high pressure, and she felt that the pressure was huge.

The air conditioner is on, but the forehead and face still slid a little sweat from time to time, and even the spine is hot and cold, which is absolutely unpleasant.

"how?

Can't draw it?"

The man at the desk didn't even raise his eyelids, and was still checking every character in the program. His slender fingers occasionally jumped on the keyboard. The problematic area was immediately fixed by him. "Who said arrogantly in the restaurant just now, let Minister Zhuang watch her draw?"

"Mr. Lian, that's not what I mean."

As for what he meant, after saying this, Ye Yinuo couldn't even figure it out.

The man's eyes finally came to this side. It would be fine if he didn't look at her. When he looked at her, Ye Yinuo felt that his spine was cold and cold.

She subconsciously adjusted her sitting posture, looked at him with a straight back beam, and squeezed out a dry smile: "I'm still drawing seriously, and it will be fine soon."

"Remember to color it, just like in this album."

Lian Cheng picked up a picture album from a corner of the table that had been left behind for a long time.

At first he admitted that it was indeed the character pictures in the album that moved him. He hadn't seen such a satisfied original manuscript for a long time, but after seeing Tang Ziqi, the feeling of satisfaction instantly decreased a little.

As he once said to Dongli, Tang Ziqi is dressed too delicately, not with makeup, but with a feeling from the inside out.

From her, I can't tell much reality.

What he wanted was a natural feeling, perhaps because he had some requirements for the person who painted himself, and Tang Ziqi's eyes could never allow him to associate the original painting manuscripts in the album with her.

In fact, just as Ye Yinuo said in the restaurant, it is difficult to distinguish some things without looking at them. It is not that they have no ability, but that they are not focused on it at all.

This album was not long since he met Tang Ziqi, and he left it aside. During this period, some manuscripts of character were presented with him, but he never found that amazing feeling.

I thought the manuscript in this album was occasionally performed by Tang Ziqi, and I probably wouldn't see it again in the future, but I didn't expect that there was another mystery.

No one mentioned this matter, and he would be confused like this.

He stared at the girl sitting on the sofa. She was obviously very nervous, but she was still holding the brush and outlining it on the drawing board.

It turned out that she had been betrayed and abandoned, but she did not mention any of these to him.

He is the boss of this company. As long as she says something to herself, many things can be easily revealed.

But she didn't mention this matter from beginning to end, because she didn't believe him, or because she still had feelings for Huo Yu and didn't want this matter to make it difficult for him to stay in the company?

I don’t know what’s going on. When I think about it, my heart feels like I’m stuffy and can’t be rubbed open. It’s very uncomfortable to get stuck there.

Whether it is because he doesn't believe in him or because he still misses Huo Yu, neither of them is what he is willing to accept.

"Draw quickly."

He suddenly spoke, his voice very heavy.

Ye Yinuo was startled by him, his hands shook, and the brush almost flew out of his fingertips.

She looked up at him quickly, stared at the drawing board again, muttering her little mouth, wanting to complain but not daring, and finally she could only respond gently: "...I understand."

Lian Cheng did not do anything, just leaned on the back of the chair, sitting lazy, and his eyes were still locked on her face.

It was 1:30 noon and it was not yet working hours, but as long as I was in the office, the girl was so nervous when she was facing him that she had no momentum in the apartment at all.

But after all, even in the apartment, she often looks pitiful when facing herself.

What was he doing wrong that made her unable to trust her 100% of her trust?

Is it because the two people have not known each other for a long time, or because of something else?

For a few seconds, Lian Cheng was entangled by these problems. He didn't understand the thoughts of women, and he didn't have many skills in getting along with women. Is it because Ye Yinuo didn't know how to communicate with him, or is he still not able to learn how to get along with girls?

Ye Yinuo stayed in Lian Zheng’s office for several hours. At 3:30 in the afternoon, she raised her hand and wiped her sweat. She looked at the computer screen and finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

She took the original drawing of the notebook and printed it into a color picture, and then took it back respectfully and handed it to President Lian. She didn't even dare to expose her breath, for fear that her drawing would not satisfy him.

After all, even Mr. Lian herself was unable to satisfy the manuscripts drawn under strong pressure.

However, for more than an hour later, she had already suppressed her anxiety and focused on painting.

This draft may not be as good as the manuscript in the album that Tang Ziqi arrived, but it will definitely not be worse.

She stood by her desk, looking at the man staring at her drawings and studying.

There was no expression on his face, his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and just a random move made Ye Yinuo nervous again.

Is Mr. Lian dissatisfied?

Sure enough, Lian Cheng put down the drawing, his eyes locked on her face, his thin rose lips slightly moved, and his words were cold: "Do you have anything to say?"
Chapter completed!