Became the white moonlight of the heroine

Qiao Nian was stunned, a faint pink color gradually appeared on her fair face, and even her onion-like fingertips couldn't help curling up.

She opened her lips: "Su Xiangyou,"

Su Xiang looked at her, raised his lips and smiled: "I'm telling the truth, your red eyes are really painful."

"Like a rabbit, both pitiful and cute."

Qiao Nian: ...

The originally curled fingers suddenly loosened. She looked at Su Xiang silently, and said after a while: "Su Xiang, it's getting late, you should go back to sleep early."

"Okay." Su Xiang pinched her slightly bulging pretty face, and couldn't help laughing: "You should also go back to rest early."

Qiao Nian responded again and again: "Yeah, remember to send me a message when you get home."

"Understood." Su Xiang put down his hands, "Go back to sleep."

Qiao Nian rubbed her pinched face before waving at her: "Su Xiang, good night early."

After she finished speaking, she ran into Qiao's house without even hearing Su Xiang's good night.

Su Xiang was silent for a while, until her figure slowly disappeared from sight, then turned and walked back.

Here, Qiao Nian has been cautious since the moment she entered the door, for fear of making any noise and waking up the sleeping people in the house, so by the time she quietly returned to her room, a few minutes had passed.

As soon as she turned on the light in the room, the phone rang.

Qiao Nian turned on the phone, and Su Xiang's WeChat message popped up: "I'm home."

Qiao Nian: "So fast! I just returned to my room."

Su Xiang: "Well, remember to take Xiaoshi tablets if you feel bloated."

"Fortunately, it's not very bloated." Qiao Nian couldn't help touching her stomach after replying, and it was indeed not very bloated.

She was silent, why did she suddenly feel that she had the potential to be a foodie? Qiao Nian put down her hand on her stomach and looked at her phone. Su Xiang hadn't replied to the message yet, and she didn't know what she was doing.

She put down her mobile phone, lowered her head and sniffed the smell of tobacco and alcohol she got in the KTV, frowned, and went straight to the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom again, more than half an hour had passed, Qiao Nian picked up the phone as soon as she came out, and when she turned on the screen, she saw Su Xiang's three folded WeChat messages at a glance.

She clicked on WeChat, and all three messages from Su Xiang came into view.

1:45

Su Xiang: "Are you asleep?"

2:00

Su Xiang: "Good night, Qiao Nian."

2:10

Su Xiang: "May you have a good night's sleep and no dreams."

There is another sentence that Su Xiang didn't say, that sentence is: If you can dream, I hope you have me in your dreams.

Qiao Nian's gaze stayed on Su Xiang's last sentence for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes and slowly typed two words: "Good night."

At ten o'clock the next morning, when Qiao Nian went downstairs to have breakfast, Mother Qiao was the only one in the living room.

She was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and when she heard the movement, she turned her head and glanced. She was not surprised when she saw that it was Qiao Nian, and she just asked, "Have you had enough sleep?"

Qiao Nian's footsteps stopped lightly, and he said in an embarrassing way, "Well, that's enough."

Why did she feel that Qiao's mother was sitting here waiting for her? Just as she thought so, she heard Qiao's mother ask: "Did you come back after midnight playing with Su Xiang last night?"

Qiao Nian was slightly surprised: "How do you know?"

Mother Qiao snorted: "Do you really think you didn't make any noise when you came back last night?"

Qiao Nian: ...She couldn't justify herself immediately.

She answered obediently: "Well, I went there with Su Xiang for my friend's birthday last night."

After answering, Qiao Nian asked, "Why are you asking me this?"

Qiao's mother said concisely: "Send Su Xiang a message and ask her to come home for dinner after get off work tonight."

Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment: "So suddenly?"

"What's so sudden, don't you look at how many things you have troubled her recently, what's so sudden about asking her to have a meal." Qiao's mother said angrily.

When it came to troublesome Su Xiang, Qiao Nian's voice suddenly dropped: "Uh, I know, I'll tell her later."

"If you know, go to breakfast first, and it's not too late to tell her after eating." Qiao's mother urged.

Qiao Nian responded twice and then turned to eat breakfast. After breakfast, she sent Su Xiang a message under the urging of Qiao's mother.

"Su Xiang, my mother asked you to come to my house for dinner tonight."

At that time, Su Xiang was looking at the plan that Secretary Lin had just handed over to her, which was about developing a chain of Dongfeng hotels in other provinces and cities.

Su Xiang didn't want to answer when the notification sounded for the WeChat message, but his eyes flickered when he saw Qiao read the words on the screen.

She put down the plan in her hand, and clicked directly into Qiao Nian's WeChat dialog box with a light tap of her bare hand.

After reading Qiao Nian's news, his cold eyes suddenly warmed up.

Su Xiang: "Okay, I will leave work early tonight."

Su Xiang: "You can arrive home around 06:30."

Qiao Nian: "Yeah, it's time to eat when I come back."

After Qiao Nian returned the message, she talked to Qiao's mother again and was about to go upstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, she heard Qiao's mother ask: "Do you know what Su Xiang likes to eat? If you know, tell me, I will So that Aunt Mo can buy more food."

Hearing this, Qiao Nian was stunned. She only remembered that Su Xiang used to like to eat seafood, such as shrimp and crab, but she didn't seem to have seen Su Xiang eat seafood when eating together recently, and she didn't know if she had changed her taste. .

She couldn't make up her mind, so she said, "I'll ask first."

Qiao Nian: "Su Xiang, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Su Xiang quickly sent the names of several dishes, half of which were actually Qiao Nian's favorite, and among all the dishes she reported, there was no seafood.

Qiao Nian felt strange looking at it, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you eat seafood?"

seafood……

Su Xiang looked at those two words, his eyes dimmed.

"Don't eat."

Qiao Nian asked again: "Why did you suddenly change your taste?"

Su Xiang looked at the news and suddenly fell silent. Did he suddenly change his taste? This is true, but the taste of not eating seafood was not changed recently, but changed as early as four years ago.

Qiao Nian waited for a few minutes, but didn't receive a reply from Su Xiang, so she thought she was busy with work, so she also put away her mobile phone, reported the names of the dishes Su Xiang ordered with Qiao's mother next to her, and went upstairs directly.

Her editor mentioned to her before that if "Sword Field" is to be published, appropriate deletions may be required, but she doesn't want to make large-scale deletions, so she has to discuss with the editor and the publishing house in the past few days Finalize the publication of the comics, and also have to focus part of the energy on the current serialized comics.

All in all, it's time to get busy.

As soon as she walked up to the second floor, the phone screen suddenly lit up. Qiao Nian lowered her eyes and saw that it was Su Xianghui's message.

She said, "I just suddenly felt that the seafood was not tasty."

Qiao Nian was slightly stunned, she couldn't tell whether Su Xiang was telling the truth or a lie, but even if she couldn't tell, she felt that this topic should not be pursued further, so she just replied a few words silently to change the subject.

"Well, come back early to eat at night, those dishes you ordered will be delicious!"

"Are you busy with work? I'm going to be busy too. Let's talk later."

Qiao Nian finally sent an emoticon package: cat launches heart.jpg.

Su Xiang looked at the last emoji, and suddenly unconsciously changed it into Qiao Nian's appearance in his mind. Thinking of that picture, he suddenly couldn't help laughing, and his gloomy mood instantly brightened a lot.

She typed: "OK."

Qiao Nian glanced at the message, and when he exited the chat box between the two, his gaze paused on the group photo in the background of the chat, and he turned off the screen after a while.

She walked back to the room and flipped through the progress of the serial comics. When she thought that two new characters would appear in the future, she couldn't help but want to touch the new characters' designs.

She thought so and did so.

When she draws characters, she generally prefers to draw sketches and line drafts on paper, because it will be easier for her to be inspired.

What she wanted to draw was a portrait of the female number two. When she first started to paint, she still drew it well, but as she drew, the characters in her brush gradually changed their appearance.

After finishing, Qiao Nian looked at the familiar facial features and outline of the man on the drawing paper, as well as the iconic long curly hair, when the paintbrush in his hand suddenly dropped to the table with a "thump".

Why did she draw Su Xiang? !

Absolutely! !

Qiao Nian's whole body is not well.

She looked at Su Xiang on the drawing paper, and when her eyes touched those eyes, she suddenly seemed to see the real Su Xiang, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly put the drawing paper into the sketchbook next to her.

It looked both guilty and flustered.

It wasn't until he clipped the drawing paper in that Qiao Nian's nervousness gradually relaxed.

She glanced at the sketchbook next to her, then quickly looked away, and the sliding seat moved to the side of the digital screen. She should continue to draw comics, and there is still time to draw in a few days.

As soon as Qiao Nian started to write and entered the plot of the comics, she couldn't help but concentrate. Apart from the comics, there were still comics in her mind. Except for taking a break during lunch, she almost stayed at her work desk for the rest of the time.

She didn't even notice when Su Xiang sent her a message in the afternoon.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the door and Su Xiang's voice came in from outside that Qiao Nian came back to her senses. She looked at the small clock on the table and realized that it was already 45:[-].

Su Xiang knocked on the door and asked, "Qiao Nian, can I go in?"

At that time, Qiao Nian was only a few minutes away from finishing the plot in hand, and she didn't want to leave the work table, so after hearing her words, she couldn't help but raised her voice, "Yeah, come in directly."

Su Ying pushed the door open and entered the room. When she walked up to Qiao Nian, Qiao Nian didn't even raise his head, but still buried himself in front of the digital screen to draw. When he noticed Su Xiang approaching, he only said in a hurry: "You first Just sit down and wait a few minutes for me."

"En." Su Xiang glanced at the painting that was constantly changing colors under her pen, and didn't make a sound to disturb her, just sat silently on another empty stool next to her and waited for her.

While waiting for someone, when he caught a glimpse of a piece of drawing paper protruding from the sketchbook next to him, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to tidy it up for Qiao Nian.

However, as soon as she turned to the irregular drawing paper, she saw the person on the drawing.

The person in the painting is not someone else or a manga character, but... her.

So, did Qiao Nian draw her?

Su Xiang's eyes were dazed, and he was about to pick up the drawing paper to ask Qiao Nian, but unexpectedly, before he picked it up, the drawing paper had already been snatched away.

Qiao Nian carried the drawing paper behind her back, her ears turned red gradually from nervousness, she faltered: "Su Xiang, this is a new drawing of a character I drew today, why did you find it? ?”

Su Xiang looked at her with raised eyebrows, and didn't quite believe her words: "Is that a drawing made by a person? I thought the person you drew was me."

The tips of Qiao Nian's ears were almost red, but he still insisted, "Well, it's a picture made by someone."

Su Xiang smiled lightly: "I see that the person in the painting looks like me."

Qiao Nian choked, and said with difficulty, "It's just a bit like you, don't misunderstand."

Su Xiang hummed meaningfully: "When did you draw it?"

When Qiao Nian heard that she didn't say that the person in the painting was like her, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and replied truthfully, "I drew it this morning."

"This morning," Su Xiang laughed, then stood up suddenly and slowly approached Qiao Nian.

Seeing Su Xiang getting closer and closer to him, Qiao Nian couldn't help but silently backed away.

Almost every time Su Xiang took a step closer, Qiao Nian took a step back until she reached the work table behind her, and she couldn't help raising her eyes to meet Su Xiang's gaze, and asked directly: "Su Xiang, are you so close to me? what?"

"It's nothing, I just want to look at the painting in your hand again, and want to see your "Newcomer Design"."

Qiao Nian suddenly became nervous again.

She squeezed the drawing paper in her hand, and said dryly: "That painting is not good-looking today, so you should stop looking at it."

Su Xiang smiled lightly: "No, I think the painting is pretty good."

Looking at Su Xiang who was close at hand, Qiao Nian tightened her lips suddenly, lowered her eyes and whispered: "I just don't want to show it to you."

She was worried that Su Xiang knew that he was painting her, so she didn't want her to see it for no reason, and she didn't want her to find out.

Su Xiang looked at Qiao Nian's inadvertently pursed lips, and couldn't help but reached out and tapped her lips: "You don't have to look at it."

As soon as she finished her sentence, she took her hand back in time when she noticed that the man's lips were loosened, and asked with a smile: "Qiao Nian, this person pretends to look so much like me, could it be that..."

"Have you been thinking about me today?"

"Otherwise, why does the drawn person look so much like me?"

Su Xiang was very close to her, almost close to her body, but when Su Xiang spoke, he lowered his head slightly. For a certain moment, Qiao Nian even felt that their breaths were intertwined.

Qiao Nian unconsciously supported the table behind her with her palm, and moved her head back slightly: "I didn't miss you."

Almost as soon as her words fell to the ground, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "click".