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twelve o'clock(2/2)

Glutinous paper: Some.

Wu Gugu: That's right. Recently, I am preparing to reprint Shinshu's "Dark Love Talk".

Wugu Valley: The type is suspenseful romance.

An Nuo looked at the name that looked like a devil and almost didn't think about it for a second.

Glutinous paper: Sorry, I'm not good at this style.

Glutinous paper: I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate again.

After saying that, An Nuo put q/q.

It’s really a bad start, why did you come to the door again after getting rid of it?

An Nuo dug a spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth, humming.

Isn't this Xinshu so funny? I still want to ask her to draw a cover?

Don't even think about it.

*

When He Xinjia was about to play the game, he received a message from the new editor.

Wu Gugu: The glutinous paper said that it is not good at this style and is unwilling to accept it.

Wu Gugu: Do you have any other painters you like?

Wu Gugu: If not, I will choose it~

He Xinjia scratched his head in annoyance.

How could it be that you are not good at this style?

He went to Kuazhi's Weibo and saw illustrations in this style.

And if you don't look at the color, the painting is also very good.

It seems that he is holding a grudge against him... Brother.

He Xinjia got up, walked out of the room, and heard the sound of water dripping in the bathroom.

He walked directly into Chen Baifan's room and sat cross-legged on the bed.

After a while, Chen Baifan unscrewed the door handle and walked into the room.

He had a white towel on his hair, and the tips were still dripping with water.

As soon as he walked in, he saw He Xinjia. Chen Baifan glanced at him and ignored him.

He Xinjia couldn't help but speak: "Brother, when will you move?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Baifan seemed to have thought of something and his eyes paused: "It's a few more days."

"Then will you still show my cover for me?"

"Can."

He Xinjia felt relieved, but he was still a little worried: "That painter won't help me draw."

Suddenly I felt like I had to change my hand when I published a book.

"Then find another one." Chen Baifan replied while picking up the phone on the table.

Anyway, he was willing to show himself the cover, so He Xinjia had nothing to say, so he nodded and went back to the room.

Chen Baifan opened WeChat and saw what An Nuo said, replying: Yes, will I go over and get it?

*

After seeing the news, An Nuo thought for a while and replied: I'll take it over.

There were two people over there, and only one on her side.

She left some for herself and took everything else over.

An Nuo took a coat and put it on, took the keys and cakes and went out.

Before she could walk to Chen Baifan's house, the door opened.

Chen Baifan stood in the entrance wearing slippers and reached out to pick up the cake in her hand.

He had just finished taking a shower, and there was a clear smell of shower gel on his body. The T-shirt on his body was a little close to his body, faintly revealing the shape of his abdominal muscles, and the lines of his neck exposed outside were smooth.

The space seemed to become very narrow at this moment.

An Nuo moved his gaze away, hesitated for a few seconds, and still instructed: "I don't know if you two can finish eating at night. If you can't finish eating, remember to put it in the refrigerator, otherwise it may be broken."

Chen Baifan lowered his eyes to her and suddenly remembered what He Xinjia said just now.

And An Nuo's profession, illustrator.

It should be a good job to draw a cover for a letter tree?

An Nuo took a step back and whispered: "Then I'm going back."

"Wait." Chen Baifan called her and said slowly, "Come in and sit for a while, I have something to talk to you."

An Nuo let out a whistle, then another oh.

She raised her foot and walked into the house with a slightly cramped expression, and she glanced around her.

Chen Baifan pointed to the seat of the sofa: "You sit there first, I'll wear a coat."

Then, Chen Baifan returned to the room, took out a coat from the closet and put it on.

Yu Guang glanced at the cell phone on the table, and he paused and sent a WeChat message to He Xinjia.
Chapter completed!
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