Ye Wangchuan stared at the phone for a long while, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have a hint of interest, especially the last sentence of Grandpa Ye's text message, "You have to work hard." He didn't know why, but he tasted a little bit of a feeling of disappointment.
"Mr. Wang, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at your phone?" Gu San came back from outside and saw the man standing by the counter with a cup of coffee, seemingly looking at his phone. He didn't see him replying to the message, so he asked from behind.
"Whose news is this?"
He has been with Ye Wangchuan for more than ten years and they have a special friendship. Without any hesitation, he leaned over to take a look at his phone.
Seeing the text message from Mr. Ye, Gu San was also confused. He looked at the man with a puzzled expression, "Mr. Wang, what did Miss Qiao do again? Why would Mr. Ye send a text message to ask you to work hard?"
Why did he feel that Mr. Ye’s next sentence was going to be "If you don’t work hard, you can only live off others."
As soon as this thought came to Gu San's mind, he took a deep breath and quickly said "Pooh, Pooh" to stop himself from thinking about it.
Ye Wangchuan didn't notice his little action, he put away his phone nonchalantly, and said calmly: "Nothing, just a normal tantrum."
Gu San: …
Mr. Wang, does Mr. Ye know that you said this about him behind his back
Ye Wangchuan raised his head and looked upstairs again. Seeing that the second floor was extremely quiet and no one wanted to come down, he raised his eyebrows and said to Gu San with deep eyes, "Please help me check if the sour plum soup in the kitchen is ready."
It goes without saying who the sour plum soup is for.
Gu San ran to the kitchen swiftly.
*
In the room upstairs, the sun was shining brightly outside, but there was little light in Qiao Nian's room. She used the gauze window to block out part of the sunlight, and only scattered rays of light fell on the floor.
There were a lot of paper balls on the ground.
The girl held a 2B pencil in her hand and sketched on the drawing paper. The outlines of jewelry became clear one after another under her pen.
But she seemed not satisfied. When she saw that she was almost done drawing a bracelet, she bit the tip of her pen, leaned back, tore off the drawing paper on the table, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.
Seeing that a picture book had been completely ruined by her, Qiao Nian's eyes turned dark and his brows were covered with coldness. He opened the drawer and was about to take out another book.
Just as she was getting her things, there was a knock on the door.
"What's up?"
Although she tried her best to suppress her irritation, there was a hint of impatience in her voice.
Designers all know that if someone comes to disturb you when things are not going well, the feeling of annoyance will be three times that of normal circumstances.
It’s just… I don’t mean to vent my anger on anyone, but it’s just quite annoying.
"Would you like some sour plum soup? I've brought you one." The man's voice was clear and pleasant, like a trickle of water that slightly eased the irritability in her heart.
Qiao Nian's tense back relaxed a little, and he hummed, "I didn't lock the door, just come in."
Her desk was cluttered with laptops and drafts. She casually threw the pencil she was biting on her lip onto the table. She relaxed completely and did not clean up the things in the room just because Ye Wangchuan came in. She stood up from the chair casually and walked over.
"Cold?"
Qiao Nian looked at the black and white mug he brought in, the one she usually used. She took it from him and looked up. Although her dark eyes still showed some anxiety from the failure to draw the design, it was obvious that she controlled herself well and did not vent her anger on irrelevant people.
But she was feeling quite upset at the moment and wanted to drink some ice drink to cool down.
(End of this chapter)