Chapter 946

Ye Wangchuan stared at the phone for a long time, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and seemed to have a hint of interest, especially the sentence at the end of Mr. Ye's text message, 'You have to work hard', he didn't know why, but he felt a bit of hate. It doesn't feel like steel.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at your phone in a daze?" Gu San came back from the outside, and when he came in, he saw a man standing by the counter with a cup of coffee. He asked a lot.

"Whose news?"

He has been with Ye Wuchuan for more than ten years, and his friendship is not ordinary, so he didn't have too much scruples, so he leaned over and glanced at his phone.

Just seeing Mr. Ye's text message, Gu San also looked dumbfounded, showing a puzzled expression, looking at the man with a puzzled look: "Master, what did Miss Qiao do? Why did Mr. Ye send you a text message to ask you effort?"

Why does he feel that Ye Lao's next sentence seems to write "no hard work can only eat soft rice".

As soon as the thought of Gu San came up, he hissed and took a breath of cold air, and quickly blah blah blah, let himself not think about it.

Ye Wuchuan didn't look at his small movements, he casually put away his phone, and his tone was calm: "It's nothing, let's get wind every day."

Gu San: ...

Lord, does Ye Lao know that you are talking about him behind his back?

Ye Wuchuan raised his head and looked upstairs again. Seeing 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 goes without saying who the sour plum soup is boiled for.

Gu San hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

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In the upstairs room, it was sunny outside, but Qiao Nian's room had no light. She blocked part of the sunlight with a screen window, and only a small amount of light fell on the floor.

A lot of paper was thrown on the ground.

The girl was holding a 2B pencil and sketching on the drawing paper, and the prototypes of one jewelry after another became clear under her pen.

But she didn't seem satisfied. Seeing that a bracelet was about to be painted, she bit the pen, leaned back, tore off the drawing paper on the table and crumpled it into a ball of paper and threw it on the ground.

Seeing that a picture book had been ruined by her, Qiao Nian's eyes were extremely dark, his brows were cold and dry, he opened the drawer, and was about to take out another book.

Just as she was taking something, there was a knock at the door.

"Is something wrong?"

Although she tried her best to suppress the irritability in her heart, there was a trace of impatience in her voice.

Anyone who is involved in design understands that, in general, if someone runs to interrupt in a bad situation, the feeling of irritability will be +3 times that of the normal situation.

Just... I don't want to anger anyone, but it's annoying.

"Do you want to drink sour plum soup? I'll bring you a copy." The man's voice was clearer and better, like a trickle to ease the irritability in her heart.

Qiao Nian's tense back relaxed a little, and said, "I didn't lock the door, you can come in directly."

Laptops and drafts were cluttered on her desk, and she casually threw the pencil biting her lips on the table. She relaxed and did not hide the things in the room because Ye Wuchuan came in. Sexually got 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 one she usually used. She took it from his hand and raised her eyes. Although the extremely dark eyes still had the anxiety that the design draft was not going well, she could see that She controlled it well and didn't take out her anger on unrelated people.

But she was very upset at the moment and wanted to drink some iced drink to cool down.