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The Water Immortal had just approved the latest customized customer list, but Pierre suddenly barged in, feeling a bit unhappy, but he still had a proper smile on his face, just that there was a bit of surprise in his tone, "I wonder what business does Mr. Pierre have?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was a bit impolite. It's just that I have a question that I would like to ask the beautiful Water Immortal Lady." Pierre also realized that his actions a moment ago were disrespectful, he stopped his steps and apologetically said to the Water Immortal.

When the Water Immortal saw him apologize, the displeasure in his heart slowly subsided and his voice became gentler, "It doesn't matter, but does Pierre have any questions? I'll do my best to help you answer that question. "

Pierre was overjoyed, and immediately passed the design sketches in his hands to her, "I want to know if this is Su's masterpiece."

Water Fairy took the draft he handed over and carefully observed it. She nodded and said, "This is a light drawing," and then she purposely pointed to a line: "Look here, when she designs the draft, the end of the line will always slightly curve, making it very easy to identify."

When Pierre saw her pointing towards a place that was Su Ningqing's special mark, he was even more shocked. A thought vaguely appeared in the bottom of his heart, but before he could catch her, it had already disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Does Su have this mark on all her works?"

She lowered her head and thought seriously for a moment. She raised her head to look at him and smiled, "I'm not too sure about this either. In the past, light sketches were recorded and checked by our studio's Director Lin. However, ever since I was in charge of the studio, Qingqing's sketches all had this characteristic."

That was enough! Pierre shouted loudly from the bottom of his heart. He nodded slightly and said gratefully, "Thank you very much for your answer. I'll head out first."

"Okay, take care." Water Immortal nodded and watched Pierre's figure leave the office. She was filled with suspicions, she did not understand why Pierre would ask such a question. But when she thought about Pierre's identity, she immediately understood. Maybe he had taken a fancy to a light design or something?

After thinking for a while, Narcissus lowered her head and returned to her work.

Pierre returned to his seat and studied the draft design that Su Ningqing had drawn up one by one. On the way, he brought him a cup of coffee which he had rejected.

"Thank you, but I'm sorry I don't drink coffee."

She blinked her eyes awkwardly, then said apologetically: I'm sorry, Mr. Pierre. I do not know what your preferences are, so please tell me what you want to drink, I will go and change it for you.

After Pierre heard this, he raised his head to look at her with a gentle smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you to get me a cup of plain water, thank you."

"Oh …" "It's fine, you're welcome." After saying that, he immediately turned around and left. However, he was wondering in his heart if this French man, who looked like a noble, would only drink plain water.

Pierre lowered his head and continued to study the script in his hands, his thoughts slowly drifting away. He remembered that Elina used to like drinking coffee very much, to the point that he had to drink coffee everyday in order to calm his heart and design. In order to let her feel at ease in her work, Pierre learnt the art of making coffee.

But one day, he finished brewing his coffee and placed it aside, planning to bring it over to Elina after it had cooled down a bit.

He suddenly received a call, and after leaving for a short while, he disappeared. He ran over to ask Elina, only to see her unconscious on the ground, with a cup on the table beside her, the cup that he used to make her coffee not long ago.

After that, he crazily drove Elina to the hospital, and on the way there, he passed by red lights, and was almost chased away by a police car. Luckily, when he arrived at the hospital, Elina was saved, it was said that he accidentally ate something poisonous, and if he was any later, he might not be able to save her.

He couldn't figure out who had poisoned the coffee. And gave it to Elina? Even after he checked all the servants in the villa thoroughly, he could not find any clues at all, and Elina also could not remember who sent her the coffee.

It was fortunate that there were no side effects from that time, but from then on, Elina no longer drank coffee, but drank boiled water, because she could see through it with a glance. After that, in order to reminisce about her death, Pierre gradually drank boiled water.

"Mr. Pierre, the plain water that you wanted is here." A clear voice rang out, directly pulling him back from his memories. He looked up and saw that the little girl before him was still there. He couldn't help but smile in gratitude.

"Thank you."

She shook her head shyly. Lowering her head, she no longer looked at him as he turned around and went back to his seat.

Sensing that this little girl was being truly shy that day, Pierre smiled slightly and shook his head, following which he lowered his head and looked seriously at the draft design that Su Ningqing had drawn.

Su Ningqing took a wet towel that she had just changed from the washroom and gently wiped his face. She could no longer remember how many times she changed the towel, she only knew that she changed it every three or four minutes, and it was just too hot. Even though she did not start to test the temperature, the kind of feeling that felt like she was about to burn clearly told Su Ningqing how strong the fever was.

Su Ningqing lowered her head and looked at the time on her phone. Seeing that there was enough time for five minutes, he took out the thermometer from Qin Yuan's mouth. The temperature had increased to 37.9 ℃.

It was already more than ten thirty, and upon seeing that his temperature had dropped but still had not woken up, Su Ningqing's previously relaxed brows furrowed once more. However, he was not able to wake him up, and could only lie on the bed, staring at his face in a daze.

With her eyes closed, Qin Yuan was like a sleeping baby, his smooth and delicate skin and long eyelashes made her jealous and envious. Seeing that Qin Yuan still had not woken up after a long time, Su Ningqing could not help but lean forward and lightly kiss his eyes.

When she lowered her head, she bumped into a pair of dark, deep eyes that were a little misty, and the depths of her eyes reflected her unparalleled beauty. As if she had just seen her clearly, her deep eyes instantly revealed a mischievous look, and her lips curled up as she said with a hint of a mischievous smile: "You actually secretly kissed me while I was sleeping."

Su Ningqing's face flushed, and she wanted to keep her eyes off of him. However, she was hugged tightly by Qin Yuan, whose body was unsteady and stuck on his face. Qin Yuan took this opportunity to raise his head, and coincidentally caught her pounce over to kiss her.

Su Ningqing, who had regained her senses, opened her eyes wide, and her small face was as red as the Qin Yuan who had a fever this morning.

As if knowing that he couldn't continue this disturbance, the Director Qin, who had taken advantage of Su Ningqing, obediently let go of his hands. Su Ningqing then took the chance to quickly get up.

"You're just right sick, and playing hooligan just like that. You might as well be sick." Su Ningqing sat back on the chair with her face red, and glared at him and said.

Qin Yuan suddenly laughed, he sat up and leaned on the bed, with his arms crossed, he repeated with an unknown meaning, "It would be better to be sick …" After saying that, he suddenly squinted his eyes, laughed mischievously at Su Ningqing and said: "Is it because I'm sick, that I can't fight against you and act like a hooligan?"

"Where did I get that?" Su Ningqing lowered her head like a little kitten, but the shyness in her eyes did not escape Qin Yuan's eyes.

"You didn't say, I said. I just don't know who was secretly kissing me." Seeing her cute shy look, Qin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle softly.

After hearing what he said, Su Ningqing suddenly became silent. What could she do? It was all her fault that she wasn't tempted by the beauty and was caught red-handed!

Seeing her expression change back and forth, Qin Yuan couldn't help but laugh inside his heart, but his expression returned to normal as he no longer looked at her with a mischievous smile.

He raised his head and looked at the time, and was slightly startled, then looked at Su Ningqing and asked: "Qing Qing, have I slept for that long?"

Talking about the illness, Su Ningqing immediately recovered her serious expression, and fiercely gouged him out: "Yeah, it's been a few hours and you don't even know how worried I am, I'm so afraid that you'll keep sleeping, why didn't you tell me about it?"

Qin Yuan laughed when he heard it, "Aren't you worried that you might know about it?"

"Then how do I know now?" With a cold snort, Su Ningqing turned to the side, obviously not willing to pay attention to him.

"I didn't expect you to be so worried about me, and I'm so happy now that I'm so touched." Seeing that she was angry, Qin Yuan immediately started to make fun of her. In the end, it was because he was just laughing at her, and not long after, Su Ningqing was amused by him.

Just as the two were messing around, Su Ningqing's phone suddenly rang. She took out her phone and saw that it was Su's Mother.

Qin Yuan looked at her doubtfully after hearing that, "Why did Aunt Su come to call you? Can't you just knock on the door? "

"Your bedroom is too 'close' to the entrance." Su Ningqing looked back at him with a disdainful gaze, purposely biting down on that person.

"Well, you can't blame me for that." Qin Yuan shrugged and watched her leave innocently.

Not long later, Qin Yuan saw Su's Mother walking in with a thermos, and Su Ningqing followed closely behind.

"Auntie, I've troubled you." Qin Yuan said as he looked at Su's Mother with gratitude.

Su's Mother placed the thermos bottle in his hand on the table. After hearing what was said, he turned his head and looked at Yue Yang accusingly, "Are you treating me foreign again? What did we say last night?"

"Alright, alright, alright. Aunt, I was wrong. What good food did you cook for me?" Qin Yuan nodded his head to admit his mistake, but his heart felt warm. As he laid on the bed, he watched Su Ningqing and Su's Mother busy with work, and thought to himself, If only time could stop at this moment.