The white robe fluttered gracefully in the wind.
Even though it was just a sketch on paper, even if only a corner was revealed in the final fra, it still tugged at the heartstrings!
It made people want to reach out and pull that woman in white back into view.
One must admit, Gu Qiusha’s brushwork was truly extraordinary, as if divinely inspired.
The drawing was so lifelike.
Nangong Mo bent down personally to pick up that comic from the trash can.
The subordinates were wide-eyed!
The CEO was a germaphobe!
The CEO never retrieved discarded trash!
The CEO was definitely not a man who ate his words or was wishy-washy!
However, Nangong Mo broke his own convention by not only retrieving the discarded trash but also caressing the drawing like a treasured possession.
"Deliver all the drawings by this artist to first thing."
"Bring her over to illustrate scripts for our TV show!"
"Whatever Ma Xiaogang paid her, I’ll pay ten tis more."
Nangong Mo’s thin lips parted slightly as he gave the order.
The subordinate struggled to breathe for a mont and cautiously reminded, "But CEO, temporarily changing the writer like this, won’t that deep Ying get upset?"
"They’re all working dogs for ; what right does she have to be upset?" Nangong Mo said coldly, without the slightest hesitation.
Subordinate: "Yes!"
Yesterday, I thought deep Ying was impressive, with just one call getting Fourth Master to fire the director and decide who would play the female lead.
Today’s developnt shattered everyone’s expectations.
It turns out, in Fourth Master’s eyes, deep Ying was just a working dog after all.
The subordinates grew even more curious as to how this eighteenth-tier comic artist’s few opening drawings had moved Fourth Master’s heart?
The characters drawn were clearly all ugly...
Especially Fu Xi, so ugly, so ugly...
And the female lead hadn’t even appeared yet!
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Hotel room.
Zuzi was putting the finishing touches on her handmade "gift."
There was a spot that she kept looking at, feeling sowhat dissatisfied.
Sothing seed to be missing...
Was there a seam out of place?
Or should there be an opening?
Ah, I suppose I can’t strip off the boy’s clothing to check again, right?
She was just thinking.
The doorbell rang.
Xi Rubao jumped nervously from the desk: "Sis, could it be those people who ca to search our room again, trying to do sothing bad? What do we do, will they break in?"
Zuzi’s expression remained unchanged, needle and thread still in hand as she continued to sew that small piece of fabric: "No, they can’t find us."
After the last incident, she put a barrier on the room, so outsiders wouldn’t see it at all as they passed by.
How could they break in when they can’t even locate it?
"But then, who could it be?" Xi Rubao’s head was full of little question marks as she cautiously leaned on the door and looked out through the peephole.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, it’s Brother Jing Yan!"
She opened the door, greeting warmly as she did.
Gu Jingyan stood at the door, holding an exquisite and quaint food box, looking at Zuzi with restraint.
Sensing the intense gaze of the young man, Zuzi slightly raised her eyebrows and offered a gentle smile: "Xiao Yan, you’re here."
Gu Jingyan: "..."
The little fish calls him Brother Jing Yan, yet this girl maintains the sa tone all along.
Feeling slightly irritated, he handed the food box to Xi Rubao: "Grandfather sent this for you to eat. Pastries from Xinghua Building’s chef."
The little crow, napping on top of the television, suddenly opened its eyes: "Hey, stupid Qin, your master is here!"
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