After a hidden marriage with the president

The news was so explosive that Su Yiran couldn't speak for a while, and looked at the man across from him dumbfounded.

Liu Yansong, that's the top designer in China, how many big names can't invite someone, and now they want to recruit apprentices? !
"is that true?"

"Of course it's true. When did I ever lie to you?" Mu Yi pulled her over, patted her hand, and signaled her to feel relieved, "So, this competition is very important, you must prepare well to beat Song Qingran .”

Withdrawing her heart, Su Yiran got up to find her schoolbag, unzipped it, and saw two design drafts lying inside.

One is hers, one... is Song Qingran's.

Su Yiran pinched the paper, holding it lightly in her hand, but it was also heavy.

Yes, she stole Song Qingran's design draft.

When school was over, she purposely talked to Song Qingran to divert her attention, and gently pulled out the design draft she put on the table with her other hand...

Su Yiran took a deep breath, she looked at Song Qingran's design draft, and felt ashamed spontaneously, she was indeed inferior to Song Qingran in terms of design talent.

The jewelry on this design draft looks like a necklace at first glance, but it is actually a ring after it is separated. Song Qingran also drew an exploded diagram on the side.

The backbone of the necklace is indeed, as she said at the time, a pair of abstract hands with the theme of maternal love, shaped like endless patterns, and a pair of ungrown wings on the drawn ring.

The whole work is full of love between mother and child. Silver is the main color, with dreamy purple and white diamonds embellished, which has a hint of innocence and no blemish.

Such works are rare in the market, and even she was very moved when she saw them.

Look at my own... In comparison, vulgar ones are not at the same level!
The difference between cloud and mud is nothing more than that.

No matter how unwilling Su Yiran was, she had to admit that she had suffered a crushing defeat.

Fortunately, she didn't make Song Qingran happy!

Su Yiran turned his back to Mu Yiran. He didn't see a series of changes on her face, but seeing her not moving for so long, he couldn't help but said, "What are you looking at? Why are you so dazed if you haven't taken it over? "

"Well, it's okay, here we are..."

Su Yiran stuffed her manuscript into it, making sure no one else saw it, and took it to Song Qingran and handed it to him.

Mu Yi saw her flustered expression, thought she was nervous and didn't care.

Just took it and looked it up.

Although he didn't know much about design drafts, but during the three years he had been with Song Qingran, he had a little understanding of the industry, and with his aesthetics, he fell in love with this draft at a glance.

"Yi Ran, did you really design this?"

Mu Yili was a little incredulous, and there was a bit of admiration on his face besides surprise.

Su Yiran nodded, and at the same time she smiled, feeling guilty, and even... a little unhappy.

It's not hers after all.

She still pretended to be angry and hammered his shoulder, "Brother Yi, what are you talking about, who else could it be if it wasn't designed by me! Could it be that you should steal someone else's?"

Mu Yiyi happily threw away the manuscript and hugged her waist, "How could that be! Yiran, you are really amazing, you will definitely win this time, trust my vision!"

The sudden hug made her feel guilty, and Su Yiran was so carried away by his praise that she completely forgot that the manuscript was actually Song Qingran's.

She seemed to have won the victory and became the apprentice of Liu Yansong, whom everyone envied, her whole face was radiant.

She bowed her head and kissed Mu Yi's face, with a hint of charm in the corner of her eyes, she put her hand on his shoulder lightly, and slid down slowly, "Then, brother Yi, do you want to give me a reward?"

Mu Yi's eyes lit up, and the strength in his hands increased, "Baby, you are such a little fairy."

After speaking, he pulled Su Yiran into his arms, lowered his head and covered her lips...

-

Late night shallow bay.

Song Qingran was lying on the table in great distress, with a piece of white paper and a pen in front of him.

She's been sitting here for almost two hours now, with only a few messy lines on the paper.

No inspiration at all!

Her mind is blank now, it's all in the style of the previous manuscript.

Song Qingran knew that the manuscript could no longer be used, but it was really...

If there is no such thing as inspiration, it is impossible to draw a satisfactory manuscript.

She supported her head, her eyes were empty, and she suddenly remembered the scene when the old house and Zuo Chen lived alone.

That soft hair, that warm embrace...

Song Qingran misses that kind of touch, like a single-chip loop in his mind, constantly playing by himself.

Seeming to have a sudden inspiration for a while, Song Qingran seized the time to start writing and sketched a general framework on the paper.

"Jingle bell—"

Song Qingran's cell phone vibrated crazily.

She picked it up and saw that it was Zuo Chen's phone.

It really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, and he called just after thinking about it.

Song Qingran pressed the answer button and yelled crisply: "Mr. Zuo is good evening."

Zuo Chen smiled over there, and was amused by her familiar voice and address: "Mrs. Zuo's voice sounds very happy."

"Well, it's not bad, it's just so-so." Song Qingran replied subconsciously, but after thinking about it, her husband didn't come back from a business trip, so why was she so happy "keeping the vacant room alone"!
Song Qingran coughed in embarrassment, trying to save his image: "Cough——Mr. Zuo, I didn't mean that just now...you called, what's the matter?"

Zuo Chen's mellow voice felt like an electric current was transmitted to her ears through the mobile phone, as if there was a tingling feeling, "It's okay, I just want to see if you have rested. Why are you still up so late?"

Song Qingran rubbed his nose, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and had some strange feelings in his heart: "There is a manuscript due tomorrow, I was just drawing a design draft, and I just got some inspiration, so you call gone."

"Did I disturb you?"

"No." Song Qingran vetoed it outright, shook his head, thinking that he couldn't see him, and smirked to himself.

"Okay," Zuo Chen sighed softly, and asked, "Then, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Zuo Chen's slight breathing was amplified in this quiet space, Song Qingran suddenly had an idea, she bit the tip of her pen, and asked softly: "Mr. Zuo, I really have a favor, you can probably help..."

Zuo Chen didn't care whether it was "probably" or not, and he directly agreed, "Okay! How can I help?"

Song Qingran asked him to add his WeChat account, then hung up the phone and made a video call to him via WeChat.

"Huh? What's the matter? Want to see me so much?"

In the video, Zuo Chen should have just finished his official business, and he was lying lazily on a chair, with three buttons unbuttoned at his neckline, revealing his protruding collarbone and Adam's apple, as well as a large expanse of white skin.

Song Qingran was stunned for a moment, this abstinent appearance really satisfied all her fantasies about her future partner when she was a teenager.

Zuo Chen felt Song Qingran's scorching gaze through the phone, and all his fatigue disappeared.

but--

"Mrs. Zuo, are you done with the manuscript?"

Song Qingran coughed lightly to cover up his nympho just now, "Mr. Zuo, please, let me find some inspiration."

Zuo Chen, "..."

"Hey, what does Mrs. Zuo mean to look at me for inspiration?" Zuo Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Yes." Song Qingran lowered her head, and silently added something in her heart, making a nympho by the way.

Zuo Chen's smile deepened, and he played with the angle to ensure that she could see him clearly, and the smile on his lips did not diminish: "Well, you can do whatever you want, that's all, let you see enough?"

Song Qingran tilted his head, adjusted the angle of the drawing, and sat down again, but his mind had already flown to other places. After a while, he bit his pencil and typed the draft casually.

"When will you come back?"

Zuo Chen also signed the document in his hand, and lowered his head, "It seems that there will be a short period of time. These days, I still have to work hard as a wife."

Song Qingran pouted, "Oh".

Should have known.

She was in a bad mood immediately, and even carrying the sketches was a bit boring. After thinking about it, Song Qingran still spinelessly found a stand to support the phone and put it aside.

"Not happy?"

Song Qingran stubbornly said, "How come, I can't do it alone, I can find whoever I want, and I can go wherever I want."

The man on the other side of the phone thought for a moment, "Mrs. Zuo means that when I'm at home, you are very restrained? Huh?"

The last word has an ending sound and rises upwards. Song Qingran heard a hint of threat, and quickly raised his head, "How could that be? I was talking nonsense."

"Well," a monosyllabic word, Zuo Chen added, "If you go out of line, your legs will be broken."

Song Qingran: "."

Why didn't she know that this man was so violent? !

Forget it, with this good looks, she can still give in for a while.

The two of them accompanied each other quietly, and neither of them hung up the phone.

It wasn't until he spoke again that the moment of silence was broken.

"It's getting late, go to bed early tonight, remember to lock the door, and call me if you can't sleep."

Song Qingran narrowed his eyes, stopped writing, stared at the person on the phone screen seriously, and couldn't help laughing, "What if it's midnight? Midnight is okay?"

The other person answered quickly, "Well, anytime."

The deep and hoarse voice came through the phone. Although she had heard it many times, she still found it very seductive when he said it.

Song Qingran glanced at the time on the screen, it was eleven o'clock, it was indeed getting late, the sketch in his hand was almost finished, but there were still some details that had not yet been processed.

Generally speaking, the remaining details saved a lot of time and energy. Song Qingran retracted the drawing, propped his chin and looked at the background he changed, and poured a glass of red wine. It's a bit tempting to taste.

The man's slender fingers held the cup, his angular handsome face was raised, and then she saw the bright red liquid enter her mouth.

The Adam's apple moved rhythmically a few times
Song Qingran licked his lips, feeling a little dry.

This man is really emitting hormones all the time.

"That's it, I'm asleep!"

Having achieved the purpose of his drawing, Song Qingran hung up the phone swiftly, without even waiting for the person on the other end to speak, as if he was doing something bad.

The interface of the end of the call was still maintained, Zuo Chen put the goblet on the counter next to the bed, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.

Originally, he planned to rush back next Monday, but because the partner changed his mind temporarily, the original contract changed, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

Plans have to be changed, and the return date has even become indefinite.

The man in front of the window sighed. The tall floor has a great view. Looking up, there are many tall buildings, and the lights of thousands of houses are on. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​loneliness.

It's not that Zuo Chen has never encountered such a thing before, but there has never been a time like this. The mood of wishing to fly back tomorrow is a bit unbearable.

It's not just that she is unwilling and unhappy alone?

So is he.

I don't know if it's because of the last scene, but Song Qingran, who hasn't had a dream for 80 or [-] years, actually has a sense of picture in his mind when he is asleep.

Someone opened the door lock, and then someone came in. Before Song Qingran could yell out, he saw a very familiar face standing beside the bed. The warm yellow light scattered from behind him and landed on the dark bed sheet. Quickly took off the suit jacket, and locked her between his arms, the jaw line was tight, and the white shirt and tie looked ascetic and soul-stirring with that face.

Song Qingran was silent... what the hell is this? !