Chapter 946： You can only eat soft rice if you don’t work hard

Chapter 946

Ye Wangchuan stared at the phone for a long while, his deep eyes squinted slightly, and he seemed to have a hint of interest, especially the phrase "You have to work hard" at the end of the old man's text message. He didn't know what was going on, he tasted a bit of hatred. It doesn't feel like steel.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep looking at your phone in a daze." Gu San came back from the outside and just came in to see the man standing by the counter with a cup of coffee, as if looking at the phone, but he didn't hear the message back from behind him. Asked too much.

"Whose news?"

He has been with Ye Wangchuan for more than ten years, and his friendship is extraordinary. He didn't have too much scruples, so he leaned forward and took a look at his phone.

Just seeing Old Man Ye’s text message, Gu San also looked dumbfounded, with a puzzled expression, and looked at the man with a puzzled look: "Master, what did Miss Qiao do? Why would Ye Lao send you a text message? Work hard?"

How does he feel that Ye Lao next sentence seems to write "If you don't work hard, you can only eat soft rice."

Gu San just came up with this idea, he took a hiss of air-conditioning, and hurriedly bah bah bah, let himself not think about it.

Ye Wangchuan didn’t watch his small movements, and put his phone away carelessly, with a calm tone: “It’s okay, let’s get convulsions every day.”

Gu San:……

Wangye, does Ye Lao know that you say that behind your back?

Ye Wangchuan raised his head and looked upstairs. 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 a deep outline: "Help me see if the sour plum soup in the kitchen is cooked."

It goes without saying who the sour plum soup is for.

Gu San ran to the kitchen numbly.

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Upstairs room, the sun is shining outside, but Qiao Nian’s room is not very light. She uses screen windows to block part of the sun, and only the fine light falls on the floor.

There are a lot of paper **** on the ground.

The girl is holding a 2B pencil in her hand and sketching on the drawing paper, the rudiment of one jewelry after another is clear in her pen.

But she seemed dissatisfied. Seeing that a bracelet was about to be drawn, she bit the pen, leaned back, tore off the drawing paper on the table and knead it again 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, and his eyebrows were covered with cold dryness. He opened the drawer and was about to take out another book.

Just as she was taking things, there was a knock on the door.

"Something?"

Even though she tried to suppress the irritability in her heart, her voice was also filled with impatience.

Everyone who is involved in design understands. Generally, if there is someone running to interrupt under unsatisfactory conditions, the irritability will be +3 times than normal.

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

"Do you drink sour plum soup? I sent you a copy." The clearer the man's voice, the better it sounded, as a trickle that slightly eased her irritability.

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

The laptop and drafts were arbitrarily placed on her desk, and she threw the pencil biting her lip on the table. She relaxed. She didn't want to hide the things in the room because Ye Wangchuan came in. It was quite casual. 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 cup she usually used. He took it from his hand and raised his eyes. Although the extremely black eyes still had the anxiety of the unsuccessful design draft, he could tell. She controlled it well and didn't vent her anger on irrelevant people.

But she is very annoyed at the moment, and wants to drink some ice drink to cool down.

(End of this chapter)