When Chao Changchang returned to the warehouse, the engineering team had already entered the venue.

The construction of warehouse No. 1,23 started at the same time, and it looked very prosperous and prosperous.

Yun Chaochao stood at the door of Warehouse No. 2.

At that angle, you can see the progress of three warehouses at the same time.

The girl is wearing trendy brands.

This is a kind of outfit that doesn't show off your figure.

But even so, you can still see a pretty back through a T-shirt that is not slim.

Well, a certain Chao's vision subconsciously deviated again.

The girl was staring at the progress seriously, and she looked like a project supervisor.

"Chaochao." Chaochangchang shouted at the Qianli back.

He turned his back and asked in surprise: "You call me?"

This reaction was not expected by the long tide: "Is it my wrong call? zhāo cháo, [the clouds scattered every day], isn't it?"

"Yes. But it sounds a bit strange if you haven't heard you call me that." Yun Chaochao blinked his slightly confused eyes, and the next second, it became bright and sharp. "Only, you should have a first name for someone else's first time?"

"Sorry, Yun Chaochao." Chaochang immediately became [normal].

"Wait, this is even more strange. You call Chaochao so well, why did you get your name and surname again?" The dissatisfaction in the eyes of Chaochao girl, You Sheng just now.

So, woman.

It's really a strange species.

In this way, without any warning, the tide was pushed long into a dead end called [Whatever you say is wrong].

"Miss Yun."

Chao Changchang has changed his name.

Bent over fifteen degrees, tilted his head slightly, and smiled slightly.

Very gentleman body language.

"Who are you calling?" The dissatisfaction continued.

It’s not okay to be kind, the full name cannot be good, and it’s not even a gentleman.

Chao Changchang was gone, "Then I'll ask, what's the name?"

"..." Yun Chaochao was speechless for a moment.

Such a simple question actually stumped the owner of the name.

As the brand holder of MK FairWill, the left bracket will begin next month, and the right bracket will lose the dominance of the discourse at such a time?

"Call me, "The clouds scattered every day." A girl added one to the long passage before the long tide, and even said it was an answer.

“…”

The tide is long, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, and speech is insane.

Therefore, whether the answer is correct does not depend on the answer itself, but only on who the person who said the answer is.

You can have objections in your heart, but you can't speak.

Chao Changchang was particularly willing to follow the request of calling the owner and called out again: "Chaochao."

There was a smile on his face.

Beautiful and handsome.

It hasn't appeared for a long time, it was the first one.

"Well, what's the matter?" Yun Chaochao couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, and in the second when he really raised it, he deliberately turned into a serious expression.

Yun Chaochao is probably used to the handsome and handsome state of tide.

I wanted to laugh a little, but I felt that laughing now was causing trouble for myself, so I held back.

She had to pretend to be nothing, as if the previous discussion about the title had never happened.

"I went into the city in the afternoon and found some graffiti materials. I delayed some time and drafts. I may have to give them to you tomorrow morning." Chao Changchang explained the reason why he called Yun Chaochao, "I will definitely not finish paintings before twelve o'clock tonight. It will affect your beauty sleep. I will give them to you tomorrow, can you see?"

The one who responded to the long-lasting tide was Yun Chaochao's question: "Do I look ugly?"

"No, I..., I haven't said you're ugly..., right?" Chao Changchang was a little uncertain by the sudden questioning.

"Since I'm not ugly, why should I sleep in beauty sleep? If you let me sleep in beauty sleep, don't you think I'm not good-looking?"

This logic...

Very powerful.

Strong enough to refute.

"No, nothing," Chao Changchang quickly surrendered, "Then I'll draw it for you, it's almost two o'clock in the middle of the night."

"You can find a girl to read the draft at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Do you think it's appropriate?" Chaochao's classmate's questioning continued.

Just say [useless things] and it's over?

There is not even a word of praise.

“…”

Chao Changchang, who didn't understand the key points, really didn't know what to say, so he thought of a truth [almost acceptable] - no matter whether a girl is wrong or not, she must apologize first: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Immediately afterwards, Chao Changchang got a soul from Yun Chaochao and asked: "Where are you wrong?"

The former leader of the debate team of YC International never thought that he would be at a disadvantage no matter what he said.

But, can we hide?

"If the walls are graffitied inside and outside, it may take a long time." Chao Changlong changed the topic, and then asked a very important question, "What day is your birthday next?"

"What, you want to give me a birthday gift?" Yun Chaochao asked with a raised eyebrows.

"I just want to know how many days will be left before the press conference. I can't see if I'm alone in graffiti." Chao Chuan Shuai Hei Changchang was a little scared when he heard the word "gift", so he gave an overly honest answer.

As soon as this explanation came out, Yun Chaochao couldn't hold back his smile, and he expressed his dissatisfaction very bluntly: "Don't you even want to give a birthday gift?"

Chao Changchang doubted whether something happened this afternoon when he was not in the warehouse.

Chaochao's classmates looked a little unbeautiful.

If he had known that Yun Chaochao was in a bad mood at this time, he would go back to Warehouse No. 6 directly, and he would stop him as soon as he came back.

The sunset glow reflects in the sky, dyeing the clouds with different shades of redness.

The sun shines through the burning clouds hanging in the sky, emitting the last splendor before sunset.

Not as light as the morning light, not as dazzling as the noon sun.

A large red piece.

Warm tones, rich layers.

Turning the sky into an oil painting.

Chao Changchang reached out and grabbed his hair.

Not cut, it's still long.

"Do you have rubber bands?" Chao Changchang asked.

"Don't you go to cut your hair?" Yun Chaochao asked.

"Art candidates, don't they look like that?" Finally, the topic switched in the direction dominated by the long-term trend.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief from his expression to his inner body.

"It's better to make sense, it's too untidy." Yun Chaochao looked disgusted.

"Okay, listen to you, I'll find some time." A tide was as gentle as a little sheep, afraid that if she was not careful, she touched Miss Yun's ubiquitous reverse scales.

"No. 27." Yun Chaochao said something inconsistent with the foreword, reached out and pulled off the black telephone rope rubber band tied to his head and handed it to Chao Changchang.

The long pearl-like black hair was scattered, scattered across the shoulders, and scattered behind him.

When my hair was tied up, I was a neat little girl. After I put it down, I suddenly felt a lot more gentle...

Chao Changchang didn’t know if the word he was thinking was used correctly.

gentle.

When Yun Chaochao talked to him, he never felt gentle.

Plus the blessing of a fashionable brand.

No matter how you look at it, it is a little bit far from being gentle or feminine.

"Do you want rubber bands or not? Why do you ask me to raise my hand so high all day long?" A girl remembered the paint pen in the morning.

"Oh, yes, thank you... I'm sorry." Chao Changchang borrowed rubber bands and actually happened, but he never thought about asking the little girl to tie her head.
To be continued...