Not to mention that it was impossible for Mianmian to like him, even if Mianmian liked him, she would still hold her back and prevent her from jumping into the fire pit.
She now feels more and more that Qiao An is only suitable for men to take care of him.
"I like everything about her, especially her face." Qiao An smiled brightly.
My moral integrity was shattered again.
"Qiao An, are you serious about not accepting this manuscript?" Wu Yifan, who had been sitting opposite and silent, spoke up.
He looked at Qiao An, seemingly unhappy.
Qiao An waved his hand, "No, no."
He won't answer even if he's starving to death, he wants to be a normal man.
"I think this is a good fit for you." Cheng Ningyou picked up the popular adult novel on the table and flipped through two pages.
Turning to the third page of the book, Cheng Ningyou pretended to be surprised and pointed at a certain paragraph, "Ah, look, the beginning of the book is so intense, it tastes so strong. Isn't this exactly what you, Qiao Dagong, like?"
I was laughing inside.
Qiao An glanced at the section that Cheng Ning was pointing to, and said in a hateful tone, "I get a headache every time I draw here. The scale is too big and I can't pass it. I can't feel the scale even if I laugh at it."
Cheng Ning raised his eyebrows with a worried smile and asked, "How about you find someone to practice it with?"
Qiao An frowned and asked, "Sister, is your job today just to entertain me?"
The beautiful eyes were sparkling, and there was even a hint of grievance.
I felt pity for him.
"Oh, by the way, I have to leave. I have something to do with San Ke." Cheng Ningyou stood up, picked up her bag and prepared to leave.
Qiao An's eyes inadvertently glanced at Wu Yifan, who was staring at Cheng Ning worriedly.
Hey, how many times have I tried to persuade him not to think about it, not to think about it, but he just doesn't believe it. Now that she is living with another man, he still doesn't give up.
What an infatuated person.
Seeing that Cheng Ningyou was about to go out, he shouted, "Sister, let Boss Wu see you off."
Cheng Ningyou stopped when he heard this, turned around and looked at Qiao An funny, and asked, "Aren't you jealous?"
When she entered the door just now, she smelled a strong smell of vinegar.
The topic came back again, and Qiao An became anxious, "Nonsense, I'm a man."
Damn it, if you doubt him again, he will do something unethical again.
Cheng Ningyou nodded, "Oh, then Wu Yifan, please give me a gift."
"Okay." Wu Yifan stood up, put one hand in his pants pocket, and walked towards Cheng Ningyou in a leisurely pace.
Qiao An stared at Wu Yifan's face with a thick smile.
Wu Yifan walked by him, and a wisp of fragrance rushed into his nose. It was light, fragrant and elegant, making people drunk.
Suddenly, his face felt a little warm. Looking at Wu Yifan's straight back, his elegant temperament seemed to be innate to him.
His teeth bit his red lips involuntarily, his Adam's apple rolled, and his body felt inexplicably hot.
Damn it, it's over, he was brainwashed by pornographic novels.
Wu Yifan sent Cheng Ningyou to the elevator. Seeing that her hair was a little messy, he stretched out his hand to straighten it for her. His movements were natural and of course there was a little ambiguity.
Seeing the obvious dark circles under her beautiful almond eyes, there was a trace of distress in his eyes, "Don't accept the manuscript of the novel."
If the boss lady of a big company doesn't do anything, why would she accept any manuscripts?
As a result, he was threatened all the time, and his comic book club still wanted to open for a few more years.
Cheng Ningyou shook his head and replied, "It's okay, I quite like it."
In fact, she really doesn't make much money by accepting novel drawings, but she likes it very much. If she didn't have to raise two children, she would actually like to write her own novel.
