Chief, Love for you is wrong

In the spacious and bright room, the wide floor glass reflects the busy traffic outside. A man writes and draws with his head down with a charcoal pen. Occasionally, he frowns deeply or pulls the corners of his mouth dissatisfied.

Not far away, another man sat with his legs overlapping on the desktop, holding documents similar to statements in his hands, looking at them carefully page by page.

After a long time, the man who looked through the report stretched, put the stack of documents "pa" back to the desktop not far away, and glanced at the man who was still sitting at the white table not far away.

"Ji Li, what are you busy with these days? Painting!"

Didn't get the answer from the man who buried himself in drawing. After a while, when the man put down the brush, he sighed slightly.

"Xiaoyu, I'm going to rename all my jewelry stores in a while."

Zheng Ningyu looked up and down at his old friends as if he had discovered the new world.

"Why did you suddenly change your name?"

The man folded the manuscripts scattered on the white, large log table, put them in the next drawer, locked them, and put the charcoal pen and eraser in the recycling box, with meticulous action.

This really saw Zheng Ningyu in front and asked, "Ji Li, you haven't designed any jewelry since you came back from France?"

The man who came out of the bathroom turned his left hand on the dryer. Finally, when his hand was still a little wet, he took his hand back. For the dryer with wet hands, he always liked to coax about 80% dry.

Dry thoroughly. If it's too dry, even the water in your hand will be absorbed. Go, eight points, just right, not much, not much, but also keep the original warmth of your hand without being too wet.

"So what?"

The man replied disapprovingly. In his opinion, it doesn't seem to be a great thing.

"It's said that after the elder sister was beaten by the old man last time, you stayed with others in the hospital for more than a week and never left!"

Zheng Ningyu grabbed several cans of beer from the refrigerator, opened the bottle cap with a bottle opener, and directly filled the upper bottle mouth. For them, drinking beer needs to be bottled, and the whole bottle is cool!.

The cool feeling blew away the fatigue of the whole day. He couldn't hear the man's answer. He didn't feel any surprise. It seemed that he was used to it.

"What do people mean by grass, mud and horse?"

The man sipped the warm water, remembered the letter sent by the woman last night, and suddenly asked.

Subconsciously, he thinks that the grass, mud and horse he thinks are not the same thing and species as the grass, mud and horse women think.

Grass, mud and horse was originally called alpaca. He had seen it in South America. Its fur value is relatively large. He accompanied some business partners to inspect there.

To sum up with his words, I always feel that Alpaca is very like a Trojan horse. I heard that women like it very much and feel dull. It is very like a real puppet. Once she was no exception.

Bang

Zheng Ningyu fell on the sofa. He was so frightened that he quickly got up and walked to Wen Jili's front. He weighed Wen Jili's forehead with the back of his hand and his own forehead. The temperature was almost the same. He didn't burn. It was normal!

Wen Jili sipped again. Seeing Zheng Ningyu's ghost expression, he said calmly, "no doubt, I'm normal, just some doubts.