Mr. Li, your daughter calls someone else dad again

"You lose." Li Yucheng put down his pen and spread out his hands.

Ni Hao took out the only piece of chocolate in his pocket and put it on the chocolate. Although he was staring at it, he had no intention of regretting it.

"I admit defeat." Li Yucheng opened the package and put it in his mouth in front of him. Ni Hao didn't say anything, but just pursed her lips and nodded.

"Mr. Li."

Secretary Li ran over with milk tea. Li Yucheng took out a cup, inserted a straw and put it in his sister's hand: "But you persisted for a long time, this is a reward."

Ni Hao held the milk tea in her hand, swallowed unconsciously, and resisted the urge to drink: "I lost."

"Keep up the good work and try to beat me next time."

He is really a straight male chauvinist who is competing with his own child. Secretary Li was convinced by what he saw and quickly handed the boss the cup to him to shut his mouth.

Li Yucheng glanced towards the set, and saw Haohao sitting on the box, drinking milk tea and swinging his legs. Ni Jia was communicating with the photographer, and the milk tea went into his hands.

He frowned and stuffed the milk tea to Li Xinghe: "Give it to her."

"Ms. Ni is right." Li Xinghe took the milk tea and was about to turn around when Li Yucheng stopped him.

"What did she say?"

"Oh, Miss Ni said you don't drink milk tea, so I should order you an Americano."

Li Yucheng's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Did she really say that?"

"Yes."

Li Yucheng took the milk tea back again. He stood up and asked, "Where are the things I asked you to bring?"

"Here." Secretary Li took out a gift box from the side. He even went to the mall specially for this thing and searched around twice before buying it all.

"Have you played it before?" Li Yucheng asked.

Ni Hao shook her head, and Li Yucheng introduced her: "This is the Digital Huarong Road. You can only move the blocks inside and arrange them in order from 1 to 8."

"This is the simplest one." He took out the wooden boards in the gift box one by one, each one bigger than the other, and the numbers on them gradually increased.

"These are all given to you, you can conquer them one by one."

Ni Hao couldn't let go of the plates, and she didn't even care about putting her milk tea aside. She looked at Li Yucheng with bright eyes: "Thank you!"

"Play by yourself for a while, I'll come over later." Li Yucheng put his big hand on his sister's head and rubbed it, then turned and walked in another direction.

This was the first time Ni Jia collaborated with the photographer. In the first set of photos, he was not particularly satisfied with many angles. There are still differences in photography styles between China and abroad.

Ni Jia explained his requirements as much as possible, requiring that the focus be on the clothes and that the colors be integrated with foreign tones.

Only in this way, when it is put on the same page, it will not be too abrupt.

"Ask the lighting engineer to adjust it again. The current color is too dark."

"Okay, three minutes." The photographer ran to negotiate with the lighting technician. Ni Jia kept flipping through the photos to see if there was anything else that needed to be adjusted.

Her vision was suddenly blocked by a cup of milk tea. She looked up along the slender knuckles, first to the man's prominent Adam's apple, then to his smooth jawline, and finally to his eyes as deep as pools.

"My lips are chapped."

Ni Jia subconsciously pursed her lips and moved her tongue around, then realized she was being tricked and pushed the hand away speechlessly.

"Or would you like an Americano?"

Realizing that he had said too much, Ni Jia paused and took the cup of milk tea: "Thank you."

"Did you design the clothes?"

"Ah."

"I remember that you had drawn evening gowns before."

Yes, she had drawn a lot, and she once fantasized about wearing a dress designed by herself and accompanying Li Yucheng to various banquets.

She even drew a wedding dress, from the main veil to the toast dress, and changed it seven or eight times. The funny thing is that Li Yucheng never thought of giving her a wedding.

When Ni Jia mentioned this, his expression uncontrollably turned worse, and his finger kept sliding the mouse wheel, trying to stop Li Yucheng from speaking.

"If you listened carefully, you would have found out the reason I explained at Cheng's reception."

"Where are those drawings?" Li Yucheng did not let go of this topic.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Didn't you notice that you lost one?" Ni Jia finally let go of the mouse, stood up and looked at him.

"At your place?"

"Ah."

Ni Jia was in no mood to think about what Li Yucheng’s reaction would be when he saw it. It was just an outdated drawing, and everything was over.

"Throw it away."

"It seems you know which one is missing."

Of course she knew it was a men's high-end tuxedo, which Ni Jia had specially painted. Because of Li Yucheng, all suits were dark in color. She was interested at the time and wanted to see how he looked in white.

She looked into Li Yucheng's eyes calmly: "It's not important, it's out of date."

“Ever wonder what the finished product will look like?”

Li Yucheng clearly saw that this sentence caused quite a stir in the other person's eyes, which made him even more curious, so he took a step closer and asked, "Have you ever thought about it?"

"I certainly know what it looks like."

As a designer, everyone has his or her own finished product in mind, and what is drawn is always just a corner of it.

No one can understand the meaning behind the work, especially someone like Li Yucheng.

"Want to see it?"

Ni Jia was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

"Why is it white?" Li Yucheng was still pressing.

Because white represents nobility and elegance, and for Ni Jia it is a symbol of purity and gentleness.

Unfortunately, her previous marriage was short and cold, which was contrary to what Ni Jia wanted. She had placed her hopes on Li Yucheng countless times, but they were broken time and time again.

Now Ni Jia has become smarter and hopes to keep it for himself or for someone more deserving.

So those evening gowns belonging to Mrs. Li were sealed up. Maybe she would paint them again in the future, but she would never give the gowns an inappropriate identity again.

"Why should I explain this to you?"

"Because the clothes are here."

Li Yucheng actually did it, but why? Ni Jia was puzzled and even a little annoyed.

"Mr. Li has no awareness of copyright?"

“It’s not signed.”

"Thief!"

"Isn't it for me?" Li Yucheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The dangerous aura immediately came towards Ni Jiabao from all directions, making it so oppressive that it made people feel suffocated.

"If it's not for me, then who is it for?" Li Yucheng immediately thought of a person. This person always wore white every time he appeared, and his face immediately became several degrees gloomier.

"Tell me, who is this painting for?"

"Are you asking even though you already know the answer, or do you just like to be suspicious?" Ni Jia frowned and found it very funny.

"I see, it shouldn't be white, you seem to prefer green."

Li Yucheng was like a lion that was about to go crazy but was suddenly given a tranquilizer. Although Ni Jia's words were harsh, they were very effective in calming him.

"You know I don't wear white." He almost went back, took it out and cut it up.

Yes, so the finished product would be a waste, that’s what Ni Jia thought at the time.

"Don't worry, you are just a thief now."