Ye Wangchuan looked at her for a long while, and saw through her fragile side beneath her calm surface, but did not expose her: "I'll ask Mo Dong to release him."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian was not interested.
Ye Wangchuan didn't let this matter affect her mood any further. He stood up and fetched another apple, along with a knife for peeling it. He sat opposite her, raised the apple in his hand, and said in a low, mellow voice, "Do you want to eat it?"
Qiao Nian looked at his clean fingers holding the knife, his finger bones slightly protruding. His hand was very beautiful, and she couldn't help but lower her eyebrows and eyes to take another look.
She didn't answer his question directly for a long time, but propped up her chin and asked something irrelevant: "Do you want to wear a ring?"
Ye Wangchuan looked relaxed and raised his eyes slightly: "Hmm? Ring? Master Qiao wants to trap me?"
Qiao Nian ignored his frivolous smile and gestured to him: "It's this size, black. With the silver circle as the base, add a layer of black agate on the surface, or use broken diamonds to embellish the pattern. It's probably a dark style."
Qiao Nian roughly sketched a sketch for him with her hands, and she couldn't wait to put it on his finger to see the effect, and it would be best if she could add the necklace from before...
She had a whole series in mind, so she stood up and said to the man in the room, "I'll go back to the room and draw a picture, and I'll find you later."
Ye Wangchuan was used to her vigorous and decisive style, so he said to the girl who was about to leave: "I'll peel the apple and send it to you."
The girl turned her back to him, raised her hand and made an OK gesture, then went back to her room, found a notebook and pen from the drawer, sharpened her pencil, and began to draw the entire series she had in mind with Ye Wangchuan as the model.
She is very serious when doing things. She concentrates on doing one thing and is rarely disturbed by others.
So she didn't even notice when Ye Wangchuan came over and gave her an apple.
Until the sun sets in the west.
After Qiao Nian finished the last stroke, he picked up the phone next to him, took a picture of the draft, and then sent it to Yuan Yongqin.
She watched the transmission progress bar still moving slowly forward, so Qiao Nian simply put down her phone to charge it nearby, and got up to take a shower.
When she came out of the shower, Yuan Yongqin called.
Qiao Nian wiped the moisture from her hair, casually put a towel on her hair, and lowered one hand to answer the phone.
"Hello, Aunt Yuan."
"Those pictures you sent me, are they the new series you designed?"
"Um."
Qiao Niansong responded lazily, then walked to the side to get the bottle of water to drink. His sharp eyes spotted a bowl of beautifully peeled apples on the table.
She simply walked to the lazy sofa with the bowl in her arms and sat down, saying to the still excited Yuan Yongqin, "I won't sell this series."
"?" Yuan Yongqin was originally preparing to ask Su Mo to call everyone to prepare for the meeting, but when she heard this, she even slowed down her movements and said, "Not selling?"
Qiao Nian hasn't produced any pictures for a year.
After finally releasing a complete series, she actually said she wouldn't sell it.
Yuan Yongqin couldn't describe her mental activities at that moment. Her mood was like riding a roller coaster, soaring to the top all of a sudden, and then being pulled to the bottom by Qiao Nian's words.
"Why not sell it?" Yuan Yongqin was not too disappointed, but was a little curious about why she didn't sell it.
Qiao Nian has known her for ten years and has long treated her like a family member. Leaning back on the lazy sofa, he said, "Because it was designed specifically for one person, I only want to give it to him."
(End of this chapter)