Chapter 844

Blue is some kind of delicate object. It's hard to think of.

And the abstract things are made in blue, which doesn't feel very good.

So after thinking for a long time, I just didn't think of a reason.

"It seems that we can't think from the color system. There are too few choices." Chu Rong sighed and said.

Song cishen nodded: "so, where do we think now, Animal Department, plant Department, or animation related?!"

That's all Song Ci can think of.

After watching so many cartoons, it can be regarded as learning for application.

But I don't know if it can be used.

Chu Rong tried to think about the direction given by Song Ci.

Imagine blue cats and dogs, blue flowers, blue cartoon characters

"Hiss..." he took a breath, and Chu Rong felt that his eyes were too hot!

Never seen a team badge with hot eyes!

Therefore, Chu Rong did not hesitate to drive the proposal of Song Ci out of his head.

Song Ci himself tried to imagine it. Immediately, like Chu Rong, he felt really hot eyes.

Song Ci was completely spread on the sofa and felt unable to live.

The two people stared at each other. Finally, they decided to forget it. It's better to let the design drawing arranged by song Xiao design it.

People may have a lot of ideas when they are exposed to many things in these aspects.

With this in mind, the two of them were particularly irresponsible and threw the matter out of the sky.

Song Ci continued to brush his microblog, and Chu Rong continued to look down at his mobile phone. He didn't know what he was dealing with.

Neither of them disturbed anyone, but the atmosphere did not seem strange, but there was a strange sense of harmony.

These days, Yu and song Banlan run to the training base as soon as they are free. They don't know what they are busy with.

Thinking about this, Song Ci felt that the posture of the stall was not comfortable enough, so he lingered and chose Chu Rong's leg.

If you put it on Chu Rong's legs, you can sleep comfortably too much. In this way, you can't sleep with white legs.

Song Ci leaned over, and Chu Rong naturally raised his hand, so that Song Ci could sleep better.

Song Ci lies on Chu Rong's lap and brushes his microblog. Seeing that Chu Rong must be staring at his mobile phone and whether he is tapping the keyboard on his mobile phone, he seems to care about typing. He is a little curious about what Chu Rong is doing.

Thinking so, Song Ci simply asked.

"What's the matter with you staring at your mobile phone?" Song Ci asked quite simply, but he didn't care whether Chu Rong would answer.

"Deal with the recruitment. I just sent a few advertisements, and a lot of people came to ask." Churong said in a distressed tone.

There are too many applicants. Chu Rong needs all kinds of choices.

Song Ci turned his eyes and felt that Chu Rong was doing it.

No one paid attention to the recruitment. Chu Rong just sent a few advertisements, and so many people came to apply for it.

"OK." Song Ci said casually, and then continued to brush his microblog with Chu Rong's leg.

After lying on Chu Rong's leg and brushing his microblog for a while, Chu Rong reached out and patted Song Ci's head.

Song Ci looked at it suspiciously and didn't know what Chu Rong meant.

"I should go to cook. What would you like to eat?" Chu Rong looked at the time and felt that Song Ci would be hungry if he didn't cook again.

"Oh." Song Ci quickly looked up.

The legs resting on Chu Rong are comfortable, but the temptation to eat is greater.

Chu Rong stood up and looked at Song Ci. He was a little speechless.