Chapter 946 If you don’t work hard, you can only eat soft rice
Ye Wangchuan stared at the phone for a long time, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be interested, especially the sentence at the end of Mr. Ye’s text message, ‘You have to work hard. , he didn't know why, but he had a feeling of resentment that iron could not turn into steel.
"Master Wan, what's wrong with you? Why have you been looking at your phone in a daze?" Gu San came back from outside and saw a man standing at the counter holding a cup of coffee, seemingly looking at his phone. He came from behind without seeing him reply. Daguai asked.
"Whose news?"
He had been with Ye Wangchuan for more than ten years, and their friendship was extraordinary. He didn't have too many scruples, so he leaned over and took a look at his cell phone.
Just when he saw the text message from Mr. Ye, Gu San was also confused. He showed a puzzled expression and looked at the man with a puzzled face: "Master Wan, what did Miss Qiao do again? Why did Mr. Ye send you a text message to ask you?" effort?"
Why does he feel that Mr. Ye's next sentence seems to be "If you don't work hard, you can only eat soft rice."
As soon as the idea came to Gu San, he took a breath of cold air and quickly stopped himself from thinking.
Ye Wangchuan didn't notice his little move, he put away his phone casually, and said in a calm tone: "It's nothing, just have a seizure every day."
Gu San:......
Mr. Wang, does Mr. Ye know that you are talking about him behind his back?
Ye Wangchuan raised his head and looked upstairs again. He saw that the second floor was extremely quiet and no one wanted to come down. He raised his eyebrows and said to Gu San with deep eyes: "Help me see if the sour plum soup in the kitchen is ready."
It is self-evident who the sour plum soup is for.
Gu San quickly ran to the kitchen.
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In the upstairs room, the sun was shining brightly outside, but Qiao Nian's room had little light. She used a screen to block part of the sunlight, leaving only tiny rays of light falling on the floor.
There were a lot of paper balls thrown on the ground.
The girl held a 2B pencil and sketched on the drawing paper, and the prototypes of jewelry became clear one after another under her pen. But she seemed dissatisfied. Seeing that she was almost finished drawing a bracelet, she bit the tip of her pen, leaned back, tore off the drawing paper on the table, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.
Seeing that a picture book had been ruined by her, Qiao Nian's eyes were extremely dark, and her brows were covered with coldness. She opened the drawer and was about to take out another notebook.
Just as she was getting her things, there was a knock at the door.
"Is something wrong?"
Although she tried her best to suppress the irritability in her heart, there was also a hint of impatience in her voice.
Anyone who works in design knows that if something goes wrong and someone comes to disturb you, the irritability will be 3 times higher than normal.
Just... I don't mean to offend anyone, but it's quite annoying.
"Would you like some sour plum soup? I've brought you one." The man's voice sounded clearer and better, like a trickle of water that slightly relieved the irritability in her heart.
Qiao Nian's tense back relaxed a little and said, "I didn't lock the door, you can just come in."
There were laptops and drafts scattered on her desk. She threw the pencil she was biting on her lip on the table and relaxed. She did not pick up the things in the room just because Ye Wangchuan came in. She was quite casual. He stood up from the chair and walked over.
"Is it cold?"
Qiao Nian looked at the black and white mug he brought in. It was the mug she usually used. She took it from his hand and raised her eyes. Although her extremely dark eyes still contained the anxiety that the design draft was not going well, she could tell that She controlled it well and did not vent her anger on irrelevant people.
However, she was very upset at the moment and wanted to drink some iced drink to cool down.
(End of chapter)