Outside the studio door, Nie Sangrou took a breath first to make herself look more serious, and then went in to say hello to Tang Kexin.
"Is anyone upstairs?" she asked.
Tang Kexin nodded and said helplessly: "I have become so obsessed that I can't even drink saliva."
Nie Sanrou's mouth twitched slightly, she really wanted to give Mo Shichen the word "submit".
"He's so talented, he can make himself like this." Nie Sanrou shook her head and went upstairs with her things.
Soon, she stood outside Mo Shichen's office door and knocked gently.
As soon as Mo Shichen looked up and saw Nie Sanrou, he said, "Please come in first, I still have work."
Nie Sangrou didn't say anything, so she went in honestly, opened the porridge she bought, filled a bowl, and then came to Mo Shichen's side.
"My dear, eat a bowl of porridge before working, okay?" She smiled and her tone was particularly gentle.
Mo Shichen was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he heard wrongly, and looked at Nie Sanrou blankly, "You...what are you talking about?"
"I'm treating you to porridge. If you are always so obsessed with work and don't want to eat porridge with me, I will use extraordinary measures."
As she spoke, Nie Sangrou placed the bowl in a safe place, folded her arms, and stared at Mo Shichen for a moment.
Mo Shichen frowned slightly and couldn't tell clearly for a moment. He coughed twice and said, "You...you want me to eat?"
Nie Sanrou smiled and said very seriously: "Yes, I heard that you haven't eaten for two days. I'm afraid that you will die, so I have to watch you eat now.
Mo Shichen, do you plan to be a working machine all the time and exhaust yourself to death?"
"I was fine without eating for the past three days. You really don't have to worry about me." Mo Shichen still did not put down the brush in his hand.
When Nie Sanrou saw this, she was naturally unhappy. She snorted softly, "You were before and you are now. They are not the same. You must follow my rules now."
"Sang Rou, I know you are doing it for my own good, but these designs must be finished first." Mo Shichen said seriously.
"Why are you so anxious?" Nie Sanrou asked.
Mo Shichen sighed softly, "If you finish the drawing early, you can register it as an independent design. This way, I can send it to the competition organizing committee without worrying about plagiarism."
"The competition is about to start. It's too late for you to finish the drawing now, and Ke Xin has already told me that your previous drawings were of very high quality.
She plans to use your previous design draft directly, so you don’t have to push yourself so hard these two days, understand?" Nie Sanrou said softly.
But Mo Shichen shook his head, "I always feel that it's not good enough. I can do better and be more worthy of everyone's love."
Seeing this guy's desperate state, Nie Sangrou was so angry that she wanted to laugh, and said coldly: "Brother, you see clearly, if you are not healthy, you will have no future at all."
"I said I'm fine, so don't worry about me, okay?" Mo Shichen said.
Nie Sangrou smiled instead of getting angry, "Mo Shichen, do you want me to use extraordinary measures?"
"Ah?" Mo Shichen was stunned, thinking that Nie Sangrou was not going to force-feed him.
But the next second, Mo Shichen was completely stunned.
Nie Sanrou did not forcefully drink the soup, but instead held his face, suddenly closing the distance between them, and then pressed her soft lips against him.
Mo Shichen's brain immediately shut down and he was so stupid that he didn't know what to do. (To be continued)