Autumn meets flowers

In the morning, Mu Lansheng received a call from Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen said: "Mr. Mu, good morning! Hey, Mr. Mu is so unfamiliar. Do you mind if I call you Xiaosheng, uh, Xiaolan?"

Mu Lansheng hadn't woken up yet: "Just call me Xiao Mu."

Mr. Shen: "Oh, Xiao Mu~ just now, a man named Xu Xuan came up to you, claiming to be your boyfriend, and he looks very vicious."

Mu Lansheng was sleepy, too lazy to talk too much to people he didn't know well, so he thought with difficulty with the few waking brain cells, and said, "There is no such thing, maybe he made a mistake?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" Mr. Shen's voice sounded very regretful.

Mu Lansheng said very positively: "I don't know him. The security of that community is good. If you think he is in danger, just tell the security guards and stop him from entering the community."

"Oh, well..." Mr. Shen was even more disappointed.

After chatting for a few more words, Mr. Shen could tell that Mu Lansheng was still sleepwalking, speaking very slowly and with a nasal voice. He secretly recorded the audio, and couldn't bear to disturb too much, so he hung up.Mu Lansheng was too tired last night and was about to take a rest. However, he received another call from a distant relative whom he hadn't contacted for many years.

Enthusiastic distant relatives: "Xiao Mu, hey, I'm my third cousin. I've moved to a new house. I'm in that XX place. I'm going to visit my cousin in the New Year. The living room is a bit empty and it's not very pretty. If I become a great designer, I should be able to draw, right? Could you please draw a picture for me?"

Mu Lansheng was sleepy, and before he refused, he said on the other end of the phone: "The one hanging in the living room should be a big one. Let me give you a size, two meters long and one meter wide. I see the peonies hanging at grandma's house, red and red. It's pretty good, and the title poem is not bad, BalaBalaBla..."

Mu Lansheng: "..."

The drowsiness was all driven away by such a natural request, Mu Lansheng simply stood up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, turned on the hands-free phone, and put it aside.Facing the mirror, Mu Lansheng couldn't help frowning when he saw that there were red marks on his neck and body, as if he had been pissed on by a male sexy puppy.

When the relative finished talking, Mu Lansheng said angrily: "Okay, peony and inscriptions, right? I want plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum in the room, right? With mounting, the starting price is [-] yuan. If it is less than [-] yuan, don't talk about it."

The third cousin was dissatisfied: "You can, you! Talk to my cousin like this, and my cousin invites you to paint, how can you ask me for money!? You want so much? The paintings sold on the roadside are only tens of hundreds of dollars. What about the frame?"

Mu Lansheng tried to pull up the collar of his shirt, but found that he couldn't cover the red marks on his neck, and his mood became even worse.Can the paintings drawn by a person with an annual salary of several million compare with the copies on the roadside stalls?Do designers know how to draw?Mu Lansheng didn't bother to refute him, so he just gave him a sentence: "I draw a logo, and I will charge at least [-], hehe."

There was a curse over there, and he stopped talking.Mu Lansheng found a scarf and wrapped it tightly around his neck, feeling better at last.

When Mu Lansheng was in a good mood before, even if he refused others, he would give people the feeling of spring breeze and willingness, and he would not refuse so bluntly.However, Mu Lansheng is in a bad mood now, self-willed, and wants to vent, but can't find a partner.

Last night, the feeling there was good, and Mu Lansheng finally came out, but when his limbs were tightly attached to the boat, he couldn't move; he was held down by something invisible in the air; he was forced to be a The massager was planted with small red spots of plum blossoms from the neck to the calf, and Mu Lansheng was depressed.

The male flamboyant ghost didn't know what to find to play with him. Apart from the more conventional sensations, such as the mouth, tongue or flowers, Mu Lansheng's one also felt strange things.For example, bristle brushes, condoms with spiral patterns and dots that will heat up, get wet and shrink, and octopuses, etc.

Especially that octopus!Octopuses don't just have eight soft limbs!At least a dozen soft limbs are wrapping it and writhing non-stop, and there are N suction cups, large and small, and countless suction cups hold on to it.Although this gave Mu Lansheng a pleasant feeling that he had never enjoyed before, but Mu Lansheng could only see the air, and he didn't know what strange things the male sex ghost used to mess with him, so he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Mu Lansheng also asked the naughty ghost about this a few times, but the naughty ghost could only hum and haha.

In the past three days, the male sex ghost also said that he would trade something, wouldn't it be to buy something weirder to play with himself...

But, fortunately, these days, the male ghost finally didn't come to harass Mu Lansheng, so that Mu Lan lived comfortably, and finally didn't feel like being watched and played by transparent people.

After returning to the company, receiving customers, and checking and commenting on the manuscripts of his subordinates, Mu Lansheng opened the webpage to check the latest design cutting-edge news.

In the past year, I have received less private work, and only accept orders from the company and orders introduced by friends. Although Mu Lansheng's production is not as many as before, he still pays attention to cutting-edge news every day, and his sense of design has never diminished; When helping Xu Xuan and his subordinates to revise manuscripts and give opinions, I also exercised some indirectly. Not only did my level not drop, but it improved a lot.It's just that the source of customers is less, and the popularity is not as good as before.

Mu Lansheng didn't pay much attention to this, and focused on improving his design level. He practiced drafts at home without taking orders, and took the initiative to participate in some design competitions, and admired the works of other masters by the way.

Recently, there was also a big interior design competition.This competition is very large and authoritative, and it can be called the Oscars of the interior design industry.The award-winning works will be compiled into a book, there will be an exhibition of the works (physical objects), and there will be an award ceremony.This triennial event is attended by interior designers from all over the world.

Mu Lansheng had already made a 18D model that had been overhauled 3 times before, and the only thing left was the final light adjustment and rendering.Nothing happened today, Mu Lansheng wanted to get it ready and submit it before going abroad.

But what about his model?

I searched and searched, I searched every folder of every computer, and I searched all the USB disks, but I didn't find my draft.Finally, in the company's hard drive, I retrieved the unfinished version of my 15th revision.

Mu Lansheng's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the possibility of the manuscript being stolen.

Looking through all the archives carefully, fortunately, the manuscripts are still there, and the company's secrets have not been deleted, only this model was stolen.

Thief, who else but him?

The two used to be close, and he knew all the places where Mu Lansheng kept his manuscripts, and he could justifiably use them to observe and study; most of Mu Lansheng's deposit passwords, stock accounts, pension insurance bought for grandma, etc., the whereabouts of deposits And the source, nor did he hide it from him.The other party was also like this, and they didn't hide it from Mu Lansheng.

It's just that Mu Lansheng never did such a thing as stealing manuscripts, and he never thought that the other party would do such a thing.

Lowering his eyelids, Mu Lansheng took out his phone, swiped his thumb, removed Xu Xuan from the blacklist, and pressed the call button.