The office was so quiet that a needle could be heard. The coffee machine at work made a soft "click" sound, then fell silent, and the indicator light indicating that it was ready was blinking on and off.
"..."
Que Qingyan's deep and heavy eyes fell on Lin Mian's reddish face, and his smile gradually faded.
He didn't speak for a long time, Lin Mian guessed that he was temporarily intimidated by his bold and ambiguous approach, didn't dare to look at him, lowered his head and wanted to boast: "I think..." You are really good-looking.
Halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted by the sudden vibrating sound of the mobile phone.
Que Qingyan paused for a moment, picked up the phone, and while talking, tapped on the table in front of Lin Mian with his usual expression, motioning for her to sit down first.
Lin Mian read a meaning from his handsome and indifferent face.
... "You sit here and I'll settle the score with you later".
He didn't avoid her on the phone, just stood up, walked to the coffee machine, took a clean porcelain cup, and pressed the outlet pump with his fingertips.
The person on the other side of the phone sounded flustered and spoke quickly. Que Qingyan's face remained unchanged, and he finished listening calmly: "I have read the case file for the past two days. The court trial is next month. During the period of release on bail, I need you to provide All my true and effective information, including documents, materials, and related contracts.”
Lin Mian was also sitting obediently waiting for the trial, and there was an extra cup of coffee on the table in front of him.
While talking on the phone, Que Qingyan poured her a cup of coffee. He put down the white porcelain cup, hooked the handle of the cup with his slender fingers and turned it half a circle, and adjusted the handle to face her right side.
Lin Mian looked up at him, falling into those drooping eyes.
While the phone was still going on, Que Qingyan spoke calmly, with a cold tone in his voice: "As your attorney, I hope you can be honest enough to me."
candid enough...
Lin Mian's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he took a sip of coffee silently.
Sudden, suddenly feel guilty...
After Que Qingyan and the person concerned had finalized the meeting time, Lin Mian had already finished the whole cup of coffee and said in a low voice, "Professor Que."
He hung up the phone, took a pen and wrote a line on the case file, and asked her, "Do you want more coffee?"
"No more."
Que Qingyan put down his pen, stared at her with dark eyes across the large and tidy desk: "What did you want to tell me just now?"
A popular cartoonist once said: No matter whether it is comics or real life, you must face everything bravely and boldly. Those who dare not admit the established facts are cowards.
Popular cartoonist: "No, nothing."
"..." Bai Jiayi shook her hand, her lipstick drew a streak of red on the corner of her lips, her mouth was slightly open, and she was stunned, "Then what?"
"And then he sent me back."
"You really said in front of him that he looks so good-looking?! That's Que Qingyan, Mianbao." Bai Jiayi walked into the bedroom and knocked on the closet, "You open the closet first, and hide in the closet when you feel wronged Can we fix your problems? I'm afraid you will be smothered to death."
Lin Mian's muffled voice came through the shutter door of the closet: "No."
"It's just the two of you in the office. How can your voice be so low that you can't hear it?" Bai Jia leaned on the closet and analyzed for her, "Since he asked you what you said, he must be pretending not to hear it."
"… I know."
Although Que Qingyan didn't reject her outright, he had actually made his attitude clear.
He regarded her as a young girl who had not experienced much in the world, and he didn't bluntly hurt her face to face, but gave her a step down in a very gentlemanly manner.
But this can't make her give up...
Lin Mian nestled in the dark closet, hugged her knees sadly, and said to herself that she liked it even more.
"Brilliant move, I'll reject you with a few strokes." Bai Jiayi couldn't help but praise.
She said before that Que Qingyan and Lin Mian have too much difference in mental age. He has been in the field of law for so many years, and he is used to strong winds and waves. In his eyes, Lin Mian's provocative routines are just children's tricks, let alone Flirted, not tickled.
but…
"Maybe your simple and rude way of chasing people can really abduct people?" Bai Jiayi comforted her, wiped her lipstick with the hand mirror and repainted, "Mianbao, I will go back to the old house later, maybe tonight not coming."
Finally, there was a slight rustling sound from the closet, and then the shutter door of the closet was pulled open a three-finger-wide gap, revealing Lin Mian's puppy-like eyes glistening with water.
"What happened?"
Miss Bai rolled her eyes and explained: "Hongmen Banquet."
The fact that Bai Jiayi was angry and returned to China during her honeymoon could not be hidden from the two families. It was related to the marriage of the cooperative relationship, and the Shen family had to give the Bai family face. I heard that Mr. Shen was dragged back the next day by the elders of the family. Tonight, the two families discussed and arranged a dinner in the old house of Bai's family, and brought Mr. Shen to the door to apologize to Bai Jiayi.
After Bai Jiayi left, Lin Mian thought about the tortuous life in the closet, looked forward to the hopeless future, and decided that it would be more practical to cook a bowl of noodles first.
In the evening, the editor called her.
When he received the call, Lin Mian was busy drawing in the workshop. Her assistant, Fang Xuxu, was allergic to the changing seasons these days and had a persistent high fever. She went to the hospital several times for this and asked Lin Mian for a week off.
The booklet is about to be published, and Lin Mian's coloring page theater is not finished. The consequence of accumulating old debts and new debts is that she has to stay up all night to draw again tonight.
"Teacher Mu Mian, wait for the manuscript to be reviewed and proofread tomorrow afternoon, and it will be sent for printing in two days." The editor's voice is so gentle that he can squeeze out water, "Excuse me, can I see your teacher in the mailbox when I go to work tomorrow morning?" manuscript?"
Lin Mian turned on the voice speaker, and kept writing, but her voice was very confident and calm—
"cannot."
"..." the editor smiled again and asked humbly, "Why?"
"Actually, to tell you the truth," Lin Mian sighed helplessly, his tone was distressed, and his voice was soft, before he paused, "the place where I live has a power outage."
"You know that too." It sounded really helpless and pitiful, "The apartment I just rented has nothing, no backup power supply, and the manuscripts are all in the desktop, so I may not be able to give them to you tomorrow morning."
Her ability to pretend to be pitiful is perfect, and the editor has long been immune, and her voice is cool: "You used this reason last month, right?"
Lin Mian put down her pen and lied seriously: "Really stop—"
Snapped.
Before the words fell, the ring-shaped chandelier in the room went out, and the room fell into darkness in an instant.
Lin Mian looked at the black screen of the desktop in the dark: "..."
There is a truth that says this:
If you come out to hang out, you always have to pay it back.
The power outage is true, and it is true that there is no backup power supply. Fortunately, the original manuscripts have been backed up in the mobile hard disk, and the loss is only the part that I just started to draw tonight.
The circuit breaker of the main power supply was faulty. Lin Mian had no idea after debugging several times. Looking at the time, the property owner had already closed get off work.
After a while, she moved a small table to the porch of the floor, then turned around and took out the laptop and digital board, and then... continued to draw with the help of the voice-activated sensor light at the elevator entrance.
The well-known cartoonist Mr. Mu Mian, wearing pajamas, nestled at the door of the door of the room, drawing a sweet theater, with a bleak heart,
She was coloring in layers, and the door of the opposite dwelling opened.
The place Lin Mian chose was facing the elevator entrance on the floor. The woman in the purple skirt in front of her was holding a little boy by the hand. She was about to press the elevator when she saw it.
"Miss Lin, what's the matter?"
The woman in the purple skirt is a single mother who lives in the opposite door. Lin Mian stood up and gave way to the side, moved a bunch of equipment in, and said apologetically, "There is a power outage at home, but there is still some work to do. I'm sorry to block the elevator door." …”
She was good-looking, and her apologetic appearance was really flattering. The woman in the purple dress smiled and asked, "Why don't you go to my house first, we are all neighbors."
Lin Mian rolled her eyes: "It's fine, thank you."
The woman in purple didn't force it, and entered the elevator after exchanging a few pleasantries. Just as Lin Mian wanted to continue painting, he suddenly felt something was wrong...
She looked back at the door of her room.
Just now when she moved the computer to make room, she accidentally bumped into the half-opened door behind her.
Lock, on, up.
Lin Mian: "..."
If you come out to hang out, you really have to pay it back.
There was no key, no mobile phone, and no wallet. Fifteen minutes later, Lin Mian came to the tenth floor with a bunch of things.
She faced the heavy wooden gate and faced the wall for thirty seconds, and carefully rang the doorbell.
After waiting for a while, the door opened with a slight sound.
When Que Qingyan saw Lin Mian standing outside the door, his eyes were slightly surprised, and he looked down at her: "What's wrong?"
"Professor Que," Lin Mian looked back at him blankly, with red eyes and red nose, "The apartment I rented had a power outage, and I didn't bring anything with me. Now I can't get in, and my roommate can't come back at night. But tomorrow morning I have to hand in a publicity paper for the society, I would like to ask if I can borrow a little space from you... "
"I'll leave as soon as I finish painting, so I won't cause you any trouble." She sniffed softly, afraid that he would disagree, her voice was soft and waxy, inaudible, "I beg you."
Que Qingyan looked at Lin Mian, said a few words to the person on the other end of the communication, and hung up the phone.
She was only wearing a thin pajamas, revealing half of her thin white calf and ankle. She was wearing fluffy warm yellow cotton mop on her feet. She was still holding a heavy laptop and digital tablet. Her fingertips were slightly red, with Seeing the softness and grievance just out of the water.
Like a little hamster, with lacquered eyes, pitifully holding the only corn kernels to knock on people's doors.
Que Qingyan took what was in Lin Mian's hand, turned his face and said, "Come in."
Lin Mian responded and followed him into the door.
She still had tears on her eyelashes, thinking of the conversation she had with Bai Jiayi before:
— “I also want to go straight upstairs and do something.”
— "And knock on his door in thin pajamas."
Her mouth is really... open