Chi Yan: “…”
Sometimes he really wanted to know what the structure of He Jitong's brain was.
Chi Yan was too lazy to explain the cause and effect, and only asked: "Is our studio going to close down? Why are you so idle?"
He Jitong defended himself: "Who is free? I am just taking a break from my busy schedule."
Chi Yan chuckled, then looked at the golden retriever tied to He Jitong's feet and raised his eyelids: "You have a dog?"
He Jitong's expression suddenly became a little unnatural after hearing this. He stopped worrying about why they were here and said vaguely, "... I'll help take care of the bookstore owner's dog."
"You say you're not free, but you have time to take care of other people's dogs."
Chi Yan didn't look at him again. He reached out and pushed open the iron door next to the study and walked straight to the dark staircase inside.
At the same time, he said to Gu Jianian, "Follow me."
Gu Jianian nodded, quickly followed him into the iron gate, and did not forget to turn around and greet He Jitong politely.
He Jitong narrowed his eyes and gave her a sparkling smile, then lay down again and covered his face with the book.
The stairwell had been renovated and there was still a pungent smell of paint.
Chi Yan took her to the second floor, turned left, and pushed open a glass door.
Gu Jianian paused and saw a small acrylic doorplate at the door with "Four Seasons Literary Studio" written on it.
He Jitong had said before that he and Chi Yan had opened a studio together, and this should be it.
The two of them pushed the door open and the sensor doorbell rang.
Gu Jianian looked around. The studio was quite large and decorated in a rough industrial style, with concrete walls, black industrial lights, and white pipes crisscrossing the ceiling.
There are several office rooms on both sides of the long corridor, all equipped with frosted glass partitions.
"Editorial Department" is written on the left door, and you can vaguely see four or five staff members working hard at their computers.
On the right is the tea room.
Just as Gu Jianian turned around, a girl in a pink top came out hurriedly with a cup of coffee, saying "Here I come!"
Gu Jianian looked down at the cartoon nameplate on her chest, which read "Editorial Assistant Qiao Wei".
Qiao Wei's eyes fell on Chi Yan. She was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed: "... Boss?"
"Why are you here today?"
Qiao Wei was surprised for a long time, thinking that it was a good thing that she was in charge of the reception today.
Many new employees only knew that their studio had two bosses, but had never seen Chi Yan.
She had met him once before, on the day the studio was founded.
However, I can recognize him at a glance after a year, and it is indeed because of his face.
I heard that the two bosses are cousins. With such family genes, it’s hard not to remember them.
Chi Yan obviously had no impression of her. He glanced at the nameplate subconsciously, and then said politely: "Well, I came here for something today."
Then he asked her, "Is anyone in He Jitong's lounge or reception room? I'm going to take a rest."
"There shouldn't be anyone there. The boss just went downstairs."
Qiao Wei said, went to the front desk to find the spare key for him, and looked at Gu Jianian again.
Gu Jianian was hesitating about how to introduce himself when someone pulled his elbow.