"My lord, you're so elegant. I heard that you've been accepting erotic pictures recently."
"!!!" Following Jing Zhixuan's words, Su Mu's chaotic eyes shrank violently, his body trembled and took a step back, and the heat in his heart cooled down rapidly.
What Su Mu thought at this moment was not Jing Zhixuan's contempt for him, but his son Xiaoying, who for the first time asked Jing Zhixuan like a hedgehog: "You, you investigate me!"
"Why," Jing Zhixuan sneered, without explaining, squinting his pretty phoenix eyes, and walked up to the president's desk: "Angry?"
"..." Angry
Su Mu bit her lip and looked at Jing Zhixuan who was sitting on the leather chair.
If there is no Su Ying, he should be happy, because this at least proves that Jing Zhixuan cares about him, and he and Jing Zhixuan still have a chance to hug and make out, right
Looking at Su Mu Xiaolu's slamming eyes, Jing Zhixuan wanted to suppress him immediately, and his ruthless mood became stronger. He put the cigarette in his mouth violently, and tugged at his tie.
"Come here," Jing Zhixuan exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and pointed to an open space on the sofa on the right side of the office by the wall with his chin: "Look at the size of the painting, a few are more suitable."
When Su Mu heard that Jing Zhixuan entered the topic, his heartstrings relaxed slightly. It seemed that he didn't know about Xiaoying's existence, right
It suddenly occurred to me that I saw those two men in suits at Jinpin Pavilion yesterday, or maybe it was really a coincidence.
Following Jing Zhixuan's gaze, Su Mu shifted his gaze to the open space, and took three steps forward with his heart in his arms.
In fact, the empty space is not counted, because the whole office, including the ceiling, has ironed wall coverings. The wall coverings are simple brown-gray with stripes, and the stripes are dark blue.
Although Su Mu seldom goes out to talk about bills, after all, he has been in this industry for three and a half years, and he is a Chinese painting major, so he is familiar with this aspect.
He quickly glanced around at the few furniture in the office, all of which were solid wood and heavy-colored furniture. He pondered for a while with deep brows, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"The president's office represents the external image of the company. It is said that good scenery and good water are shared by all people, and good calligraphy and good painting will benefit all parties." Su Mu loosened his clenched palms, first said in an official tone, and then raised his hand to the sofa background wall for measurement assistance : "Besides, the office is a place where mental work is done for a long time, and landscape paintings can also make the body and mind happy, so it is more suitable to hang landscape paintings here. You can hang three triptychs with a length of about one meter and a width of about seven decimeters, or a sofa with a length of 10:7. Single large background image."
"Well, not bad," Jing Zhixuan was smoking a cigarette, his gaze was always on Su Mu's side cheek: "Continue."
Su Mu: "..."
After Su Mu glanced at Jing Zhixuan timidly, he quickly looked away, and a blush crept up on his face. For some reason, he always felt that Jing Zhixuan was even more imposing when he sat down: "Of course, if If you don't like landscape paintings, paintings such as "Eight Steeds", "Rat Peng Spreading Wings", and "Flowers Bloom Wealth" are also very suitable for the decoration style here, and they all have quite good meanings, or the picture of a tiger is also good. Compatible with your genus."
Jing Zhixuan's thin lips were raised up subtly, which was a little strange for such a 'serious and serious' Su Mu.
After finishing speaking, Su Mu bit his lower lip quickly, regretting a bit: "However, I think, with your personality, you should prefer simple and grand, like calligraphy. We have a well-known calligraphy old man in our shop. If you like… "
"dislike!"
As he said that, Jing Zhixuan got up suddenly, and while smoking a cigarette, he strode towards the opposite direction of the sofa: "Just as you said, I want a big picture of a tiger, come with me, and help me see how to get to the living room. "
Su Mu was startled, and then saw Jing Zhixuan walking to the side of the golden nanmu screen, and looked back at him: "Follow."
"... Oh, good." Su Mu followed with his short legs softly.
Behind the eight screens, a carved sandalwood staircase that is one meter high and four or five meters wide stands in front of my eyes. Jing Zhixuan paused at the entrance of the stairs, breathing out a smoke ring.
Seeing Jing Zhixuan pause, Su Mu's footsteps trembled slightly. After walking slowly, he stepped up the stairs under Jing Zhixuan's signal.
After Su Mu went up the third step, he heard Jing Zhixuan's footsteps, and he panicked and his heartbeat became chaotic.
Being stared at by Jing Zhixuan from below, Su Mu, who flirted with Jing Zhixuan, felt that she must be twisted no matter how she walked.
As he took a step, he clamped up and down, and felt another crash.
Shouldn't my aunt be visiting this time? !
Cover your face! ! !
No wonder Jing Zhixuan despised him in the past, he almost despised himself.
Fortunately, there were only a few decorative steps, and soon they went upstairs and entered the living room. Su Mu quickly pointed to the sofa background wall in the living room, pretending to be calm: "Mr. Jing, are you talking about this place?"
'Mr. Jing' who was following Su Mu almost crushed the cigarette butt, his eyes were half-closed, and his voice came out from his deep throat: "Yeah."
Su Mu, who was unaware of the dangerous aura, moved slightly and looked around the living room.
The color of the hard decoration here is similar to that of the office. The gray and brown striped wall coverings in the whole room are simple and modern, with a sense of abstinence in the calmness.
However, the high-rise floor-to-ceiling windows make the light here much brighter than that of the office, and the home is also the light brown of the log, exuding a little warmth under the bright sunlight.
Jing Zhixuan's residence is more human than he imagined.
I just don't know who else has been here besides him, or...
Su Mu gritted his upper and lower teeth, raised his chin and said, "You can make a triptych here. The home is suitable for paintings with bright and elegant colors, which can make people feel comfortable. Landscape paintings are quiet and atmospheric, and flowers are warm and luxurious. But here is your The place of residence, or your preference."
"Well, it's just a trilogy, lotus." Jing Zhixuan gritted his teeth and threw the cigarette butt on the wooden floor, and smashed it with the toe of his leather shoe, "Go, go to the last room to see."
Su Mu, who loves drawing lotus and goldfish pictures most, felt a slight warmth in his heart.
He looked at Jing Zhixuan's broad back as he stepped away, pursed his lips, and followed with small steps.
Finally, he followed Jing Zhixuan to the door of the bedroom.
Su Mu first saw the neat big bed of linen gray through the door frame, and could not help shrinking his neck, and his steps into the bedroom were a little slow.
Jing Zhixuan ripped off the tie around his neck with a look of irritability, and threw it on the bed. The tie threw a beautiful arc in the air.
The moment he landed in the middle of the big gray bed, Su Mu staggered with his right foot just as he stepped into the door, and slapped the bamboo door with his hand.
"Cough, Jing, Boss Jing," Su Mu stood up awkwardly, with his hands still on the door, not intending to enter the bedroom: "The bedroom is more suitable for paintings in warm colors, especially the bedside..."
"Who told you it was the bedside!" Jing Zhixuan turned around, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, with a smile on his lips: "Huh?"
As if Su Mu's throat had been scalded, he lowered his head and said hoarsely, "Well, Jing, Jing always refers to..."
"I said..." Jing Zhixuan suddenly grabbed Su Mu's slender waist, and Su Mu was pressed against the dark wall on the right side of the bed by the tall and strong Jing Zhixuan. Lie on the stomach twisted: "It's here."
Su Mu took a pain: "Mr. Jing, you... ah..."
Jing Zhixuan restrained Su Mu with one hand and fixed his two hands on top of his head. With the other hand, he moved slowly through the soft T-shirt on Su Mu's back, feeling the warm body temperature under the fabric, and gently bit Su Mu's sensitive skin with his mouth. On the back of the neck, the voice joked: "What kind of paintings do you think are suitable for hanging here?"
"Ah!" Su Mu cried out in pain, his eyelashes were quickly wet with tears, and he unconsciously uttered a series of Su sounds: "Well...Mr. Jing, here, the decorative painting in the bedroom has the theory of Feng Shui. I, I haven't seen it clearly yet. This direction, please, please... ah..."
Before Su Mu finished speaking, he turned around in Jing Zhixuan's arms for half a circle, and then Jing Zhixuan held him by the waist and lifted him up high, facing each other against the wall.
Everything happened so fast, Su Mu's legs clasped Jing Zhixuan's narrow waist in panic because his whole body was suspended in the air.
tight.
The author has something to say:
Su Mu: You bullied me again. QQ
King Boss: This time we must bully to the end.