step by step addiction

After Ji Yunsu sent Fu Tingyang away, he stood at the door and did not enter the house. After hesitating for a few seconds, he turned and walked towards the next door.

She was just curious, isn't everyone curious? She wanted to know what the paper he bought would be used for.

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door was opened from the inside, and it was Cheng Zhao who was about to walk out.

"Miss Ji." Cheng Zhao was a little surprised, "Please come inside."

When it was over, he whispered: "You also persuade the boss, the doctor told him to rest more, he refused to lie down, I just persuaded a few more words, no, I was kicked out, but your words will definitely work, Definitely help me persuade him."

Ji Yunsu had heard about Zhuang Yan's sleep problems several times, and after a moment's pause, he asked, "Is his insomnia serious?"

"There has always been such a problem. In the past, even with the medicine, the boss could only sleep for four hours a day. Since you left, the medicine didn't work, so I slept even less." Cheng Zhao was worried.

Ji Yunsu was surprised, she didn't expect his insomnia to be so severe, how can a person only sleep for three or four hours, if things go on like this, sooner or later his body will collapse.

"Go in, I'm leaving." Cheng Zhao made a gesture to leave.

Ji Yunsu pursed his lips, and just as he turned around, he stopped him again.

"Colleagues in your company, is there anyone who knows me? What will they do?"

Cheng Zhao thought for a while, understood, smiled and comforted: "They are just jealous, at most they can sue in front of Wei Jian and write a joint letter to boycott, but now they can't do without my boss, so don't worry, these people turn over Nothing will come out."

Ji Yunsu nodded silently, and waited for Cheng Zhao to get on the elevator before ringing the doorbell.Although the door was open, she didn't think she had the right status to go in without calling.

Zhuang Yan came out after a while, and seeing her standing at the door waiting, but not coming in, his heart suddenly felt heavy.

She still treats herself as an outsider at all, which is why she is so polite with him.

"Why don't you come in?" He stood in the living room, "You don't need my permission to come in here, you can come in and out as you like."

Although Ji Yunsu didn't speak, he was still a little moved.

She closed the door and walked in, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I met Cheng Zhao just now, he was very worried about you, and asked me to advise you to rest more."

"Are you worried about me?" Zhuang Yan asked, looking straight at her.

Ji Yunsu couldn't resist this kind of straight-ball question, so he changed the subject abruptly, "Didn't you tell me to show me the purpose of the paper you bought?"

Zhuang Yan saw that her face was flushed, as if she had written the answer on her face, and the corners of her eyes were raised, so she stopped asking.

"In the study." He led the way to the study.

Ji Yunsu hasn't been to his study room yet, it's very different from the Imperial Law Firm, the study room over there is like a delicate iron cage, dark and cold, even the people working in it look like expressionless and Emotional robots.

But here, it is very poetic and picturesque. A dark brown irregular log desk has a row of writing brush holders on it, and a black low-bottomed small round pot is placed in one corner. A branch of red plum is proudly independent. Bonsai sets the tone of the whole study.

It looks like the study room of a nobleman with the fragrance of books and ink.

Ji Yunsu's eyes fell on the paper laid out on the desk, and the pen, ink and inkstone placed beside it.

She understood the purpose of paper.

Zhuang Yan stood in front of the desk and picked up the ink ingot to grind the ink.

"You can also write calligraphy." Ji Yunsu stood over, not knowing what to say, so he had nothing to say.

Zhuang Yan smiled slightly, "I still know a lot, you can discover it slowly."

Ji Yunsu's face turned red again.

After this person had a problem with his memory, he always spoke without restraint, which often made her flustered and at a loss.

She had to change the subject abruptly again, "What are you going to write?"

After Zhuang Yan polished the ink, he picked up the brush and dipped it in an appropriate amount of ink. Then he raised his hand and started to write. The brush strokes were smooth and flowing, and three vigorous yet elegant characters appeared in front of Ji Yunsu's eyes.

Yun Lai Xiang.

The thick aroma of ink complements the writing on the table. It is clearly a calligraphy, but it looks like an ink painting, which is pleasing to the eye.

Ji Yunsu was half a beat too late, and finally said pleasantly: "This is a plaque?" The size of this piece of paper is about the same as a door plaque in ancient times. If it is framed, it is just a plaque for hanging a facade.

Originally, she planned to find an advertising company to print a simple plastic plaque. Anyway, the business is done online, and having a door is just to facilitate the delivery staff to find a place.

If this calligraphy was hung outside the small room she rented, the style would immediately improve a lot.

Although Ji Yunsu doesn't understand the exquisiteness of brush calligraphy, but just looking at it for appreciation, this is really a good calligraphy.

"It's really well written." She praised sincerely.

"When I'm ready, I'll hang it on the door for you."

Zhuang Yan moved the written words to the other side to dry, then took out two vertical red paper strips and pressed them with an inkstone.

This time Ji Yunsu knew without asking, that he was writing couplets.

She suddenly felt that her humble little room was not worthy of such a good word.

A pair of couplets was written quickly.

The more Ji Yunsu watched it, the more he liked it, and tried to joke, "You must not be some hidden master of calligraphy."

Zhuang Yan put away his pen and said casually, "I participated in a national calligraphy competition once in university, and I was lucky to win the championship once."

Ji Yunsu was secretly stunned. She also knew about the calligraphy competition. It was held every year, with no age limit and no limit on the number of people. Those who won the championship were basically well-known figures in the calligraphy world.

This man can really do anything.

She had to admit that the feeling of admiration in her heart was even worse.

But soon Ji Yunsu's heart felt sad again, he felt depressed and uncomfortable, and his expression gradually became stiff.

Zhuang Yan caught her feeling down, and immediately put down his pen, not hiding his nervousness, "What's wrong?"

Ji Yunsu suddenly put away his expression, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm so surprised."

Zhuang Yan looked at her, and then laid out another piece of paper, changed to a small brush, dipped some ink in it and handed it to Ji Yunsu, with encouraging eyes, "Try?"

Ji Yunsu quickly waved his hand and refused, shaking his head like a snake and scorpion, "I don't know how to write, I've never written before."

"You can write well with a pen, and your writing with a brush is just as good." Zhuang Yan affirmed.

Ji Yunsu smiled unconsciously, and the depression in his heart gradually faded.

"Pen writing is different from brush writing."

Having said that, she still reached out and picked up the brush, imitating how to hold the brush.

But when the pen was about to fall on the paper, I felt timid and didn't dare to move a single stroke.

"Forget it, I really can't write." She wanted to give up.

Zhuang Yan's arm went around her side, wrapping her slender and warm hand around her, with a little force, he dropped a stroke on the paper.