Song Huayi asked him rhetorically: "What do you think I'm thinking?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin smiled evilly, walked behind her, propped up on both sides of the table with his hands open, looked at her slightly red face, and said, "Don't worry, it's not enough for me to really 'do things' for twenty minutes." ”

Song Huayi's face turned even redder, and he felt that his neck and face were itching again.

Sure enough, it's easy to hide, but it's hard to guard against it! He suddenly gave her such a move, and she hadn't figured out how to deal with it.

Zhan Shaoyin straightened up and stopped teasing her, explaining why he went for so long before coming back: "There is only white porridge downstairs, so I went to the kitchen to cook it for you, which is why I went for so long." ”

Song Huayi didn't dare to look at him with a red face, just buried his head in drinking porridge.

No wonder it's so fragrant, it turns out that he made it.

My heart was beautiful, but I muttered: "I don't even have a mustard." ”

Zhan Shaoyin frowned and glanced at her, ignoring her muttering, thinking that Lao Tzu bothered to cook porridge for you, and you were still muttering and dissatisfied.

And on this boat, he really can't squeeze it out if he asks her to find her a piece of five-year-old mustard.

In the quiet afternoon, Zhan Shaoyin was lying on the sofa flipping through magazines, and Song Huayi was sitting at the desk holding a pen tablet to catch up with the drawing draft on the computer.

"Eh, I have something for you."

Song Huayi walked up to him with a notebook.

Zhan Shaoyin glanced at her lazily: "Who is 'eh'?" ”

"Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan, Mr. Yin, Mr. Yin?"

Song Huayi called out all the scales she thought of.

Zhan Shaoyin sat up from the sofa at this time: "What's the matter?" ”

Song Huayi placed the computer in front of him, and the screen showed a line drawing in the shape of a necklace.

Zhan Shaoyin glanced at it and asked her, "What?"

Want to change careers and mess with me? ”

"No, I designed a magic weapon for my protagonist, which is a collar worn around the neck, and now it looks like this, you have studied this aspect more, so I want to ask if you have any opinions."

Zhan Shaoyin looked at it for a while, and commented seriously: "I feel that the layout of the decorations is a bit messy, so take the pen." ”

Song Huayi hurriedly handed over the pen.

Looking at Zhan Shaoyin, he asked her while scribbling, "Is there any theme?"

Or is it what it is for? ”

Song Huayi sat down in the empty seat next to the sofa and said: "The protagonist of my comic is a goblin, a rabbit from the Moon Palace, and then this magic weapon is what he used to transform, and I plan to name it 'Moon Palace Xingchen'." ”

Zhan Shaoyin: "......" As soon as he heard the rabbit, he had some pictures in his mind that were not so rosy for him.

In a few minutes, he fluently operated her usual software, put pen to pen on the tablet, and made more detailed modifications to the "magic instrument" she drafted.

The collar chain is composed of large and small diamonds overlapping, and the pendant in the center of the necklace is a horizontal and almost circular irregular wavy edge crescent.

Song Huayi felt that the painting had reached her heart, she began to draw an ordinary moon shape, she always felt a little too monotonous, after he changed the layout of the small diamonds piled up on the necklace chain, although it had not yet been colored, she could already feel the beauty of the stars competing to shine.

The formation of a picture of the stars holding the moon is also very fitting with her name.

It was the first time she had admired his design skills.

Zhan Shaoyin put down his pen, put down the computer and said, "Can I make this a new product released by my company next time?" ”

"You mean to make it a real necklace?"

"Hmm."

Song Huayi nodded happily: "Of course it's good, then can you give me one then?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin raised his eyebrows lightly: "Yes, it should be a >> for you."

Billing. ”

Although the final draft was revised by him, the inspiration was conceived by Song Hua, so she must have been approved by him.

During this time, there were more and more readers of her comics, and there were so many messages that she couldn't read them, and her Weibo fans were also long.

This undoubtedly gave her enough motivation.

"Knock knock-" Zhan Shaoyin glanced at the rattling door, leaned on the sofa and ordered Song Huayi in a lazy tone: "Go open the door." ”

Song Huayi, who was in a good mood, immediately ran over obediently and opened the door, but when she saw the woman standing outside the door, the smile on her face fell.

Meng Qianjun saw that the person who opened the door was not Zhan Shaoyin, and her eyes looked into the room before falling back on Song Huayi, and asked with a smile: "Sister Xiaoyi, are you better?" ”

"Much better."

Hearing that it was Meng Qianjun's voice, Zhan Shaoyin got up from the sofa, walked behind Song Huayi, and asked Meng Qianjun: "What's the matter?" ”

Meng Qianjun smiled, handed a sheet of music in her hand to Zhan Shaoyin and said, "At dinner, Qiu Cheng and I would like to invite you to play a song for our wedding. ”

After a slight pause, Meng Qianjun continued: "Just like before, you play, I will sing." ”

Song Huayi sneered in his heart, he wanted to relive the old relationship for a long time.

She didn't speak, waiting for Zhan Shaoyin's answer.

Zhan Shaoyin refused without hesitation: "I haven't touched the piano for too long, my hands are rusty, you can find someone else." ”

"Yin, don't be humble with me, your level is no worse than that of a professional pianist, if you don't feel familiar with the music, there is a piano room on the fourth floor, we can go down and practice it now."

"There's no time right now."

As soon as Zhan Shaoyin's words fell, Song Huayi took his arm and said with a smile: "Where is there no time?"

There is time! Anyway, you are lying in the room reading a magazine, and it is rare for Sister Meng to get married once, why are you embarrassed to refuse such a small request? ”

Meng Qianjun was stunned for a moment, and wondered why Song Huayi helped her speak, but she still smiled and said, "Thank you Sister Xiaoyi for your understanding." ”

Song Huayi smiled contrivedly: "It's just a gesture, Sister Meng doesn't have to say thank you, but help people to the end, I happen to know this song, it's better for me to help Sister Meng sing it, Sister Meng and Mr. Qian just enjoy it in the audience, just take it as my and Shaoyin's best wishes to the two." ”

Meng Qianjun's smile froze, there was still a smile on her lips, but her eyes stared at Song Huayi with a little hatred.

"Sister Meng, please wait outside the door for a while, let's change our clothes and go to the piano room with you."

After speaking, Song Huayi closed the door.

Zhan Shaoyin smiled in his eyes, and even he didn't notice the pampering in it.

Song Huayi turned around, picked up the dress next to the bed, and went into the bathroom to change.

Zhan Shaoyin stood in front of the mirror, tied his tie, and put on his blazer.

"Zhan Shaoyin?"

Song Huayi's voice came from inside the bathroom, "You come in and help me, my hair can't be scratched by the zipper card." ”

Zhan Shaoyin breathed a sigh of helplessness, and when she pushed open the bathroom door, she saw her holding her hands and tugging at her stuck strand of hair with some distress.

Zhan Shaoyin walked behind her, lowered his head and eyes, and the movements of his hands were gentle and careful.

Song Huayi looked at him in the mirror, and couldn't help but secretly bend the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"Alright."

This dress Zhan Shaoyin is quite satisfied, a white high-necked long-sleeved dress, with a simple and elegant style.

In fact, Song Huayi chose this outfit in order to cover the reddened skin that was scratched by her.

She picked up the comb and combed her long hair, turned around and took Zhan Shaoyin's hand, looked up at him and smiled, "Let's go." ”

Her smile is sweet, like a mellow high-strength liquor, which is intoxicating.