Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Chu Muhan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of coldness imperceptibly overflowing, "Do you want to keep the little fresh meat?"

Huh?Why is there a cold wind whizzing down the base of the neck?

Song Qianxi sniffed coldly, and was about to explain, when Chu Muhan suddenly asked, "Do I count?"

"Ahem..." Song Qianxi choked on her saliva in shock and was speechless for a long time.

Chu Muhan suddenly approached again, propped one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the table, causing Song Qianxi to lean back unconsciously, but her back was empty, her body lost her center of gravity, and she leaned back.

Chu Muhan held her waist with quick eyes and hands, Song Qianxi instinctively grabbed his arm, and driven by two forces, she threw herself into his arms. The faint clean breath mixed with the smell of oily smoke was not unpleasant, but a bit obsessed.

There are not many men who can cook for women...

Chu Muhan's deep and solid voice came from above his head, and he asked repeatedly: "Do I count?"

Song Qianxi pushed him away speechlessly, widening the distance between them, "I don't really want to keep Xiao Xianrou, it's just a metaphor..."

"Oh..." Chu Muhan felt a little lost, and asked without giving up after flipping through the pages of the book, "Suppose, if you really want to keep Xiao Xianrou, would you choose me?"

His dark eyes were filled with anticipation, and he was staring at Song Qianxi without blinking.

What kind of assumption is this?

Song Qianxi was so remorseful that she shouldn't have mentioned Xiao Xianrou, "This assumption is not valid! You are not Xiao Xianrou, you are a big boss, the kind who can make me hug my thigh."

Chu Muhan frowned when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he felt refreshed after the second half.

Um, hold your thighs...

Sounds great!

A manga is divided into several volumes, and Chu Muhan finished flipping through more than fifty volumes in a short time.

Chu Muhan frowned slightly, flipped through the pages again, and asked suspiciously, "Why isn't there a copy of "My Wife Bidong"?"

The words 'wife and lord' came out of his mouth very magnetically, and his heart was numb when he heard it. Song Qianxi blushed in disappointment, touched his hot cheek and said, "That's my new manga, How did you know?"

"I saw it on the Internet, and I like it."

"The one that was just serialized didn't end so quickly, so you're not satisfied with these?"

At work, even when facing Song Qianxi, Chu Muhan did not release water, and said in a business-like manner: "I prefer that book, the male and female protagonists are well portrayed, have a sense of substitution and have more development potential, and compared to the previous comics, this one Draw better."

This book is indeed Song Qianxi's most attentive.

In addition, the inspiration comes from Chu Muhan and from life, so it is more spiritual than the previous comics created for creation, and it is also her favorite one so far.

Chu Muhan tapped the table with his slender fingers, thought carefully, and said: "You can write out the outline first, and the comics and game development will be carried out at the same time. Also, I want to hire you as a game character designer. Of course, the comics work You can continue to manage the room, I will not interfere."

The company's game character design is hard to describe, there is no bright spot at all, and it is extremely dull.

As if he was afraid that Song Qianxi would not agree, Chu Muhan continued: "If we do well, we can produce peripheral products or even animations or big movies." He has already constructed a blueprint in his mind.

And what he was thinking was exactly what Song Qianxi was after.

Cooperating with Chu Muhan can save a lot of detours.

Song Qianxi agreed without hesitation, "Okay, I agree! However, before I come to work in the company, I have to recruit two comic assistants to help me complete the follow-up creation."