Shelf life love

Qi Lin acted resolutely, and came to the "Runaway" studio early the next morning, and had an inspiration collision with the members of the creative team.

More than ten drafts of Xiaomeilong were drawn on the projection screen in the conference room, all of which were drawn by Qi Lin who woke up at three o'clock in the middle of the night. Although the lines were rough and the details were fuzzy, the most important charm was already there, especially for Xiaomeilong. The splits and the subsequent slamming of the buttocks are cute and silly, making people laugh.

"Boss, how did you think of these two actions?"

The source of inspiration is very important to the design. Every time a new pose or new shape is displayed, everyone will ask how they came up with it.

Qi Lin has never been stingy in sharing his thoughts, but today, he suddenly felt a little speechless.

Do you want to tell the children that Ye Zhuohan did the split in his head last night, and then his butt was swollen?

Ye Zhuohan will kill him.

Then let his "Qi Group" go bankrupt.

"This..." Qi Lin paused with the cold light of the projection lamp on his face.

Huang Yu choked her singing voice, "Boss? I see that your face is pale. Could it be that you have been deeply poisoned? Is there still medicine to treat it?"

Qi Linchong waved his hand to the idiot assistant, "Stand in front of this light to see if your face is pale. What can you do with a silly boy, acting No. 1."

The crowd laughed.

Qi Lin turned off the projector, "Inspiration, have you ever encountered a particularly embarrassing situation when you were alone at home on the phone or chatting online?"

"I've met it before. Every time I chat with my relatives, I am embarrassed."

"I really want to sum up my brother's soul speech and vote for the deceptive behavior award."

Everyone was chattering, and seeing that the topic was about to go off track, Qi Lin said, "How do you ease the embarrassment at this time?"

The meeting room was quiet for a moment.

Huang Yu played with a blind box that hadn't been opened yet, "It's not the boss, it's embarrassing to chat, isn't it embarrassing, what's the matter with Guan Xiaomeilong's split?"

Facing the curious eyes of the room, Qi Lin felt that he was an alien.

"When you're embarrassed, don't you want to do splits?"

Just after Gu Rong had finished the phone call with his partner, he suddenly heard a tsunami-like loud noise from the meeting room downstairs. He thought something serious had happened, and rushed out anxiously, "What's the matter? Which group is revolting again?"

The culinary brother just made a cup of milk tea, "It's nothing, Boss Qi is having a meeting inside."

Gu Rong didn't believe it, there was such a big fight in the meeting?

"Is it funny to want to do splits when you're embarrassed?" The visual director Qi, who was ridiculed by the crowd, leaned on the door of Gu Rong's office, folded his arms and was depressed.

In the creative department of "Leaving", he has absolute authority and has never been ridiculed in three years.

Even if Huang Yu and the others wanted to laugh at him, they would laugh at him behind his back.

This is the case today.

What happened recently?When meeting a Ye Zhuohan, even things become colorful.

"Isn't it funny?" Gu Rong gasped, "Imagine for yourself, splitting when you're embarrassed, splitting when you're embarrassed, and throwing your butt when you split, isn't that a beautiful picture?"

"That picture was originally imagined by me." Qi Lin was annoyed, "It's alright, alright, don't laugh. Huang Yu's group of worry-free things are just laughing after a meeting. Please help me supervise this afternoon. , The new pictures of the 'Stars' series are about to be modeled, let them not forget the business."

Gu Rong held back his laughter and looked at the time, "It's not even 11 o'clock, are you leaving again?"

Qi Lin stopped walking.

Yeah, he's leaving again.

Leave his "run away" and go to the 39th floor of Leting to check in.

Thinking about facing Ye Zhuohan soon, he felt hot and embarrassed.

But at this moment, he didn't want to perform a split for Gu Rong live.

The last entry in the chat history is "Good night, see you tomorrow" from Ye Zhuohan.Scrolling up, every word and every sentence is his history of convulsions.

You have no idea how a decent and free-spirited person can become a show at night.

He actually asked Ye Zhuohan to touch him!

Why don't you go to Le Ting today?

Qi Lin pondered for a while in the car, and was struggling when a new message came from his phone.

【.Leaf】：【Small beautiful dragon dignified.jpg】

Qi Lin: "..."

Are you addicted to using my emoticons?

In the rearview mirror, the corners of his lips were reflected.But he didn't notice it himself.

[Grand Sage Qi Tian]: [What is Mr. Ye doing? 】

【.Ye】: 【You are late today. 】

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: 【I'm "running away" for a meeting. 】

Qi Lin originally wanted to say "coming soon", but he deleted it after finishing writing.

【.Ye】:【Then you come here immediately. 】

Qi Lin sneered.

He just knew that Ye Zhuohan would say that, so he deleted the typed words.

[Great Sage Qi Tian]: [Mr. Ye, I have a question for you. 】

【.Ye】:【Huh? 】

[Great Sage Qi Tian]: [If I came to meet you from thousands of miles away now, would you feel embarrassed? 】

Qi Lin was really embarrassed.

But he wasn't the only one who went crazy last night.

There is another party here!

【.Ye】:【Why am I embarrassed? 】

Qi Lin: "..."

Sure enough, it is a thin-skinned person who has been hurt more deeply?

[.Ye]: [If you mean our conversation last night, I think it's normal. 】

Qi Lin thought, normal?Maybe, except for the part where I asked you if you dared to touch me.

You can't think about this matter carefully, just thinking about it makes your brain hurt.

[.Ye]: [As a legal couple, my husband tolerates your molestation. 】

Qi Lin punched the steering wheel.

【.Ye】: 【Kylin Called Husband.jpg】

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: 【What do you mean? 】

【.Ye】:【Someone said yesterday that I don't have any other emoticons, but I have them now. 】

【.Ye】: 【Kylin Called Husband.jpg】

【.Ye】: 【Kylin Called Husband.jpg】

[Great Sage Qi Tian]: [Use a screenshot as an emoji, and post it three times? 】

You are enough!

[.Ye]: [The screenshot is also an emoticon package, post it three times because it is important. 】

Qi Lin felt that he couldn't continue talking today.

The name in the screenshot yesterday was still 'Qi Lin calls her husband', but today it becomes 'Qilin calls her husband'.

What's the matter, you have to make a pair with Xiao Meilong, right?

Qi Lin is obsessed with work and is not a person who likes to use chat software to pass the time, so he only learned the secret of emoticons yesterday.

But Brother Shenxian seemed to be poisonous, causing him to look at his phone from time to time.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】:【Boss Ye, I'm going to drive now. 】

【.Ye】: 【Fasten your seat belt and be careful. 】

Qi Linpin waited for a long time, then silently put down the phone.

Yep, Brother Shenxian can make voices, and when he speaks human words, it seems like a subwoofer resonates in his ears.

Before the lunch break, Qi Lin rushed to the 39th floor.

The originally quiet president's field was very noisy at this time, and it seemed that some kind of construction that should not have been going on.

Qi Lin was about to rush to see it when he was suddenly stopped by Secretary Xu.

Xu Quan's body is particularly smooth, which fits the pretty secretary that Qi Lin imagined when he was reading novels.

Being stared at by the boss's man, Xu Quan was a little embarrassed, "Mr. Qi?"

Where are you looking!

Qi Lin came back to his senses, "What are they doing?"

"Install the bookshelves and stairs you need." Xu Quan said: "It was done last week, and they are all safe and non-polluting materials, but Mr. Ye said to let them dry first, let the air out before putting them in."

Qi Lin was stunned.

Time flew by in the battle of wits and courage, and he even forgot about the bookshelf.Ye Zhuohan only mentioned it to him at the beginning, saying that he had found someone to set it up.

It's actually done?

"This..." Qi Lin ran to the president's office, feeling uneasy and guilty.

Although the bookshelf is good, he doesn't want the bookshelf to ruin the high and cold style of the CEO's office.

Xu Quan shouted: "Mr. Qi, why are you running? The bookshelf is yours, it is yours, and it won't run away!"

Standing at the door, Qi Lin felt the shock of art just by looking at it.

A screen of transparent cold silver bookshelves cuts through the sunlight and lays out where he stood that day.

The designer played a magic trick related to light. Their existence is not obtrusive, as if they should have been there long ago, and they are part of this world.

Those who sell art know art best.

Qi Lin was so moved that he lost his voice for a moment.

"Boss Ye is downstairs to meet important clients." Xu Quan glanced at the time, "Maybe he will come up in a while."

Qi Lin was immersed in the visual impact given to him by the bookshelf, and almost instantly forgave Ye Zhuohan's series of annoying behaviors from last night to just now.

After the decoration workers left, Qi Lin sat alone in an office that was spacious enough to dance in the square, stared at the bookshelf for a while, took out a sketchbook, and concentrated on drawing.

There is no model in front of him, but he has a vivid image in his mind.

Ye Zhuohan, who was wearing an ivory white shirt and black trousers, sat sideways on the stairs of the bookshelf, his shirt was undone with two buttons, the hem was tucked into the trousers, one leg was bent, and the other leg was casually slung along the slope of the stairs , there was a not-so-thick book on his lap, and he was looking down intently with his head down.

The circular floor-to-ceiling windows blocked the spring breeze outside, but the light was like the wind, spreading over Ye Zhuohan's body, blowing a strand of hair.

Qi Lin drew quickly, he didn't pay attention to the time, and he didn't notice that the door of the office was gently opened and closed again. Someone came quietly from outside and stopped three steps away from him.

Qi Lin is painting the hands.

Ye Zhuohan's hands are long and slender, and the veins on the back of his hands are very strong.When he was writing the pen, he was slightly confused, as if he was not controlling the pen, but the pen was controlling him, and he could even trace the details of the lines clearly.

Is he already familiar with Ye Zhuohan to this extent?

After he stopped writing, he tilted his head slightly, staring at the unfinished painting in a daze.

This bookshelf is his favorite, and he should be the one sitting on the stairs reading.

But he drew Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan hadn't read the book on it, at least he hadn't seen it.

But it came out naturally.

Gradually withdrawn from the mood of creation, Qi Lin noticed a gaze behind him.

He turned around and met Ye Zhuohan's eyes.

The golden sunlight is like a cascade, covering half of Ye Zhuohan's body almost transparently.

The expected embarrassment was replaced by an indescribable nostalgia, Qi Lin even had the illusion that Ye Zhuohan had come out of a period of time.

He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

Ye Zhuohan stepped forward, picked up the painting, "Are you painting me?"