Liu Ziming held a lady's cigarette in his hand, and from time to time he blew out white smoke rings towards Amelia Su beside him.
"Amei, how do you want to deal with that Li Bao'er?"
Amelia Su clenched her fists tightly, her eyes full of cruelty: "I want her to be ruined and fall from the position of chief designer, and I want her to leave Brother Su!"
She turned around and candled Liu Ziming's arm: "Axiang, you can definitely do it, right?"
Liu Ziming blew out a puff of white smoke, and all the white smoke lightly hit Amelia Su's face.
"Don't be nervous, there's nothing I, Ah Xiang, can't do."
He took out a women's cigarette from his bag again and handed it to Amelia Su: "Amei, would you like one?"
Amelia Su shook her head: "I haven't smoked for a long time. Brother Su said I don't like it."
Before, she was also a playful person, smoking, drinking, clubbing, and doing everything.
Later, when Su said she didn't like it, she quit all of them, just to become what brother Su liked.
Liu Ziming put his hands directly on her shoulders and pulled her into his arms.
"Please, Ami, don't just obey men. Men are living creatures. The more you obey them, the less they will treat you as a human being. Besides, think about how good you were in the past and how many suitors you had.
How did you become like this?"
As he spoke, he put the cigarette in his hand into Amelia Su's mouth.
"Besides, haven't you been smoking for a long time?"
As he spoke, he had already picked up the lighter and lit a cigarette for her.
Amelia Su held the cigarette skillfully with her hands, and then blew out a white smoke ring into the air in front of her.
Looking at the smoke rings floating in the air, her uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
The corners of her mouth gradually raised, and a small smile appeared on her face.
"Sure enough, it's very comfortable."
It's very comfortable to be able to not force yourself to do things you don't want to do.
In the office, Li Baoer is sorting out the drawings in his hands.
The drawings are the theme drawings for the latest issue and will be handed over to other companies later.
Liu Ziming walked into the office, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and walked step by step to Li Baoer's side.
"Sister Bao'er, when can I take orders? I haven't painted in a long time."
Li Baoer never raised his head to look at him and continued to sort out the drawings in his hands.
"You can draw three manuscripts for me to look at later, and then I will arrange an order for you as soon as possible based on your style."
Liu Ziming came to her side: "Three design drafts? Isn't that too much? I spent a lot of money on maintaining my hands!"
He stretched his hands in the air and admired himself.
I saw that the man's hands in front of me were clean, white and tender, and they were simply better than women's skin.
"I can only draw one."
Li Baoer nodded: "One is fine, just go out first if you have nothing to do."
Liu Ziming half-squinted his eyes, and his gaze stayed on the design draft in her hand for a long time.
"Then I won't disturb your work. I'll go out first."
After saying that, he turned around and looked like he was leaving.
Then, Liu Ziming pretended to be unsteady, fell to the ground, and the coffee cup in his hand flew out in the direction of where Li Baoer was sitting behind him.
All the coffee in the cup spilled out, all towards the design draft in Li Baoer's hand.
Li Baoer seemed to be aware of it, and immediately pressed all the design drafts in his hand into his arms.
Although her response was very quick, a lot of coffee was still spilled and poured on the design draft.
Liu Ziming covered his mouth and nose in pretending to be surprised, and then immediately got up: "omg! Sister Bao'er, are you okay? I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. I didn't stand firm just now, this..."
He immediately took the tissue next to him and deliberately wiped the coffee from her face into her eyes.
Soon, Li Baoer's eyes were all red from his vigorous wiping.
Li Baoer pushed the man in front of him away, then opened his painful eyes and sorted out the design draft in his arms.
She put aside the intact design draft in her hand.
After sorting it out, there were several design drafts stained by coffee in front of me, no more, no less, exactly three.
He Yujiao heard the commotion and came over. When she saw what was happening in front of her, her eyes widened.
"Bao'er, what's going on?"
Seeing Liu Ziming standing aside, she seemed to understand something, and then she directly grabbed his collar.
"You guy, did you do this?"
Liu Ziming's hand kept patting the back of her hand, his face full of disgust.
"Let me go quickly, you rude woman."
Li Baoer looked at the design draft that was ruined by coffee in front of him and felt an extra headache.
"Yujiao, let him go."
He Yujiao paused: "Bao'er, are you going to let this guy go like this?"
"Let him go." Li Baoer spoke again.
He Yujiao snorted coldly, and then shook off the man in front of her unhappily.
Liu Ziming covered the corners of his smiling mouth, and then looked at Li Baoer with apologetic eyes.
"Sister Bao'er, I really didn't mean it. Why don't you punish me? No matter what kind of punishment, I will accept it."
Li Baoer slowly raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him: "Oh? Do you accept any punishment?"
He immediately nodded his head: "Of course, everything they said is true."
Come on, punish me, be angry, hit me!
In this case, there will be drama.
Li Baoer walked up to him step by step, and then stopped.
She raised her hand high, and then raised it towards Liu Ziming's head.
Liu Ziming pretended to be scared and covered his face in fear, "Ah! Sister Bao'er, just hit me! It's all my fault. Even if you beat them to death, they won't do anything!"
However, Li Baoer's hand finally fell on his shoulder, and then he patted him.
"Since you destroyed these three design drafts, it's up to you to make up for them."
After saying that, she waved her hand.
He Yujiao quickly picked up the three design drafts that were wet with coffee, and then placed them in Li Baoer's hands.
Li Baoer handed the design draft to him: "I want you to draw these three identical design drafts. As long as you follow the drawings, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"What?" Liu Ziming didn't respond for a long time.
With a smile on her face, Li Baoer turned around and sat on the sofa, picked up a tissue and wiped off the coffee on her body.
"Don't tell me that you can't do it. As a designer from a prestigious college, if you don't even have the skills to draw, I have reason to suspect that your academic qualifications are fake."
"Then, I can naturally expel you."
Liu Ziming's eyes widened. He never thought that he wanted to teach Li Baoer a lesson, but in the end he was turned against him!