Wen Ran was able to breathe heavily when he put down his tools.

Then, handed a small brush from the side.

"Thank you." Wen Ran nodded to Liang Zimo and thanked him.

Wen Ran took the small brush and first felt the softness and hardness of the bristles with her fingertips. After confirming that it is available, she lowered her head and cleaned the powder on the wax mold.

Seeing that she was so cautious and experienced, Liang Zimo asked directly: "Have you learned jade carving?"

"Learn a little bit of fur."

"It's more than just the fur, right?"

Wen Ran paused with a small brush and explained: "It's really just a little bit of fur. The other party is a very powerful "Yang School" jade carving master. However, seeing that I don't have talent, I stopped teaching it. Later, I studied it myself for a while, but nothing happened."

She said lightly, smiled faintly, and told the interesting story of her past that she was disliked, generous and decent.

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to carefully sweep the fine powder on the wax mold.

Liang Zimo praised: "I have met many jade carvers who claim to be experienced, but the result is not as good as you."

Wen Ran curled the corners of her mouth: "Thank you."

Liang Zimo stopped talking. When she was almost busy, she took the initiative to turn the jade carving that had been completed in half of her hands: "Look at this."

A cubic spherical jade has a Chinese-style building with a first-before-shaped prototype in the middle.

Wen Ran's eyes widened, and they all said that the "Nan School" jade carving method was delicate and exquisite. It was indeed better to see it at first sight after hearing it for a long time.

Wen Ran: "Is this a Southern School carving skill?"

"right."

"Although it has not been completed, it has already had a magnificent momentum. You are so powerful." Wen Ran paused, "But it seems that the jade is not suitable."

This jade is of medium and low quality and is not worthy of this kind of carving.

"Because you are practicing," said Liang Zimo.

"Practice?" Wen Ran felt very exaggerated. Such skills are just practice.

But if you think about it, "Carlisle" is not simple, it belongs to the crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Liang Zimo changed the topic: "You and Li Wan are in the same department?"

"right."

"If you are interested in jade carvings, you can do more. My teacher doesn't come to the company normally, and I'm quite bored alone."

"Aren't you afraid that I will secretly learn your skills?"

"Are you sure you can learn secretly?"

Liang Zimo didn't deliberately tease her, after all, this kind of handicraft cannot be learned with eyes.

In addition to talent, you also need guidance and practice diligently...

Wen Ran pursed her lips and shook her head, mocking herself: "I have the wisdom to know myself."

"If you are interested, it's not impossible to teach you one or two."

"real?"

Liang Zimo nodded and led Wen Ran to read several works.

Although she had a good chat with Liang Zimo, Wen Ran still had something to do today, and she didn't forget it.

Wen Ran interrupted Liang Zimo: "Senior Brother Liang, I still have something to do today. I will come to ask you for advice when I'm free."

Wen Ran raised the small ring wax mold in his hand again: "And this, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wen Ran walked out of the office and subconsciously took out his phone to check the time. It was already half past two, because it was not a special wax carving tool, so it really took some time.

I don’t know if Yan Wangshu is here.

There is an unread WeChat message on the phone, and Wen Ran clicks to view it.

Ivy: [Ding Yao looked for you, I said you went to the bathroom.]

This news came about half an hour ago.

Wen Ran quickly went downstairs and rushed straight to Ding Yao's office. He knocked on the door a few times without responding.

A colleague passing by reminded: "I've gone to the meeting."

Meeting?

Yan Wangshu is back? Is he having a meeting with Yan Wangshu?

Wen Ran thought about it and went to verify it.

Qin Xiao was not in the office, only the secretary was there. The secretary told Wen Ran that Yan Wangshu was in the conference room and Wen Ran asked about the specific time of the meeting again, but the secretary refused to say more.

Wen Ran glanced at the ring on his hand and returned to his workstation.

The slenderest branches of the tree in front of the window were pruned, and the birds came and flew away, changing wave after wave, standing on the trunk with its wings, and the branches stopped shaking.

Ivy knocked Wen Ran with an electronic brush: "Are you a husband-seeing stone?"

What is the husband-wish stone? She just always pays attention to whether Yan Wangshu has finished the meeting.

Wen Ran lowered her head and said perfunctorily: "Look at it casually."

"Look at it casually? You've been watching it intermittently for the afternoon!" Ivy revealed, "Those birds are so beautiful?"

Wen Ran said nothing.

After teasing, Ivy packed up her things: "It's time to get off work, I'll leave first, see you next week."

Wen Ran made a 'worship' gesture.

After Ivy left, Wen Ran lay on the workstation, her eyes fixed on the birds pecking at each other.

Until dark, the birds returned home.

This meeting was really long.

Until around nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Ran heard the sound of his crisp high heels hitting the ground.

As soon as Ding Yao's figure appeared, Wen Ran stood up and showed her presence.

Ding Yao was shocked.

Wen Ran didn't expect Ding Yao to be scared, so she apologized first: "Mona, did you scare you? Sorry."

Ding Yao was still shocked and surprised: "Why haven't you been home yet? Working overtime again? Be careful of your health."

"No." Wen Ran threw out a little introduction, "I'll wait for Mr. Yan."

Ding Yao nodded in a clear way: "He should be back to the office soon, you can go and have a look."

"May I?"

"Of course, Mr. Yan is very polite to his subordinates." Her tone was an unknown meaning.

Wen Ran was very suspicious of this sentence in an instant, but she still stood up with the tablet and wax mold: "Then I'll go and have a look."

Ding Yao waved and encouraged her: "Go quickly."

Wen Ran stood in the corridor and waited.

The moonlight was not good tonight, and it was covered by thin clouds, and a little outline was printed.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Yan Wangshu and Qin Xiao came.

Yan Wangshu was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and her shirt was tied to her elbows. She was so straight and capable, completely different from the glitz and extravagance in the news a few days ago.

He noticed Wen Ran's figure, glanced lightly, frowning, a little tired, and looked in a bad mood.

Wen Ran thought, it might be because of the jet lag, maybe because of the long-distance flight, or because of the long-distance meeting.

Yan Wangshu stopped, looked at the paper documents in Qin Xiao's hand, raised his hand and pulled out the pen on Qin Xiao's chest, unscrewed it, outlined it a few times on the paper, and explained: "Those are things to do."

Qin Xiao nodded: "I understand."

Yan Wangshu's eyes signaled Qin Xiao, and Qin Xiao took the tactful writing and returned to the office first.

Wen Ran nodded and greeted Qin Xiao who passed by.

Then he trotted two steps and greeted with a smile: "Mr. Yan."

Yan Wangshu's eyes slid slowly from her smiling face to the tablet on her hand: "Are you waiting for me?"

Wen Ran nodded: "Yes."

Every time she nodded, she had a kind of obedient temperament.

Yan Wangshu put his hands in his pocket, his eyes deep and sharp: "I'll notify you in advance, I can give you half an hour."

Notify in advance?

Wen Ran realized it later, so he met Ding Yao in the bathroom at noon. Is it Yan Wangshu's so-called advance notice?
To be continued...