Ling Jue takes a look at Ling Zhensheng, who is writing a document, and goes out.

Standing at the end of the corridor, she picked up the phone.

"Sir, the constructors have arrived. When can I have your drawings?" Gu Ziming's voice was confused.

“……” Lingjue just remembered that the drawings had not yet been sent to him. She finished painting yesterday and stored them on her computer.

"I'll give it to you in an hour."

"Good."

Gu Ziming at that end hung up the phone, and Ling Jue didn't say goodbye to Ling Zhensheng either. She turned around and went downstairs and took a taxi to go home.

It's boring in Ling Zhensheng's place. He has been working all the time and he's not comfortable sitting by himself.

What Ling Jue didn't know was that Xueling came just after she left.

The two passed each other from the car to the workshop.

Lingjue returns home and sends the drawing to Gu Ziming. After sending it, she stays at home and doesn't want to go out.

Come here to pick up Ling Zhensheng when she has finished her work.

"Sir, hehe." Tang Yuan slipped out of her pocket and lay on her lap. "Sir, you are so cool -"

"OK, tell me, what are you doing?" Ling Jue grabbed it, pinched it and pulled it.

"Nothing. I just want to praise you." Tangyuan seriously said, "so handsome sir, now only I can see."

“……” Lingjue thinks Tangyuan is very different. This kid must have some secrets.

Looking at it, she can only leave it aside. It's hard to guess the mind of the insect,

but it's mostly for that purpose. Let her take it to the party, because there are many delicious food there.

After staying at home for a while, lingjue was a little hungry, so she ordered a takeout. The wonton stew on the opposite side of the community was good for her.

Sure enough, it will be delivered soon.

At the same time, along with the takeout, there is white's help.

I saw him still smiling, like a gentle big brother.

"Xiaojue, how can I sneak back?" He took the delivery, paid for it and walked in with it.

Lingjue frowned, closed the door, snatched the things in his hand, threw the money to him, and sat at the table to eat.

He took the money he gave, smiled softly and put it in his pocket.

"What? Angry? " He sat across from him, spoiling his smile. "Why are you angry?"

"Not angry." Lingjue hates that he is familiar with himself, as if he is familiar with him.

Mingming and Mingming have only met twice, and she doesn't like others to approach her purposefully, which makes her sick.

"Xiaojue, your aunt came here just after you left. Fortunately, you are not here, so your father asked me to look for you. After looking for you in the hall for a while, I didn't find you, so I came here immediately. "

"So?"

Instead of answering his question, he asked with a smile, "I haven't had a chance to ask you. I heard that you passed the murk test?"

Lingjue ate wonton stew, glanced at him and kept eating.

"Do you know what your aunt came to see your father about?" He looked at him unresponsive and continued.

"Are you bored or not?" Lingjue dropped his chopsticks. "Can you say a few words less?"

He is sitting opposite to himself, who knows if he will spit.

Ling Jue stood up and went into his room and closed the door, which cut off his sight.

What is the meaning of white aid? If it wasn't for today, she didn't think there was a problem with this man.

But after Ling Jue closed, Bai te helped her eyes dim and chuckled. Ling Jue