beauty should be like this

Originally, Wen Qianyu was worried that his quarrel with Jin Fengxiao would offend the company, but even though the news was flying all over the sky, the director didn't say much.

I really don't know if it's because the foreigner is very clear about public and private, or because Wen Mu's face gives up.

All in all, the little beauty herself doesn't know how to dig into a dead end. Seeing that the matter is over and her work performance has improved, she gradually relaxes and finds a good mood from the slightly chaotic early spring.

As the weather gets warmer, the company has a few days of public holidays following the local rhythm in Paris.

Wen Qianyu didn't like going out with colleagues very much, so she bought oil painting materials, hid in the room and painted them, intending to add a third of spring to the bedroom with her own hands.

The clear light shines through the sycamore branches and leaves, and sprinkles on the spacious stone road, which is the beautiful scenery outside the apartment.

Unexpectedly, when he was covered in oil paint and immersed in creation, the doorbell rang again at home.

Father just came to visit not long ago, did he become so concerned about himself?

Wen Qianyu went downstairs in doubt, but saw Lin Qi's face on the newly installed monitor, and couldn't help opening the door with a embarrassed expression: "Why did you come suddenly and didn't say in advance?"

"Then you will reject me for sure. After thinking about it, what I asked you to do before is far from how you are. I always feel that I should say sorry seriously." Lin Qi no longer looked cynical, and his fair face showed Sincere look.

"It's not that serious, I just don't want to waste time on meaningless things." Wen Qianyu felt embarrassed, but she didn't want to let him in due to his background.

"I heard that you are about to release a new work, congratulations." Lin Qi took out two slightly old notebooks from his bag: "This is left by Fang Yuan...it is my ex-boyfriend, I think Maybe it’s more useful to give it to you, and I hope you can realize his unfinished dream.”

Wen Qianyu took it and opened it, and found that it was an extremely serious fashion design draft.

Whether it is a painting or a text, or a sample of the pasted fabric, it can show the seriousness of the author and is pleasing to the eye.

After admiring it blankly for a moment, he refused, "You should keep it as a souvenir."

Lin Qi smiled: "I'm not good at design, you can return it to me after you read it, there are still many at home."

Only then did Wen Qianyu nod: "Okay, I won't get dirty."

"I'm really sorry, last time I thought things were simple." Lin Qi repeated.

His repeated apologies like this made the little beauty feel embarrassed to mind, and also calmed down the previous resistance, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, growing up to be better than Jin Fengxiao is the most lethal old man in the world." Painful things for men."

Lin Qi also curled the corner of his mouth.

It was strange that they were always standing at the door chatting, Wen Qianyu asked, "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Okay." Lin Qi finally walked into the entrance, saw the monitor with a red light flashing above his head and said, "Have you installed this thing? I should have reminded you before that the law and order in Paris is not very good."

Wen Qianyu's loss of things was well known on social media, and since the insurance company paid reasonable compensation, he didn't take it to heart anymore, and said indifferently: "Maybe what I should prepare is a gun, thinking that strangers will break in at any time Come on, it's creepy."

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Liang Xi once said to Qianqian that an important sign of maturity is to be able to accept people who are completely different from oneself, and to absorb nutrients from them.

This is very difficult for Wen Qianyu who is very individual and still young.

He knew that Sister Xi's reasoning was right, so he often tried to let himself relax, maybe it's not a bad thing to let go of the disdain and confusion towards Lin Qi from the bottom of his heart, right?

Embracing this hazy year, Wen Qianyu made coffee by himself, sat on the sofa and actively chatted about some gossip in the fashion circle, which finally made the atmosphere less stalemate.

As a result, what a coincidence it was. When the cup was about to bottom out, the doorbell rang again.

"Who, that's strange." Wen Qianyu hurriedly got up, completely unaware that it was Zuo Yu who was still celebrating the New Year together last month, opened the door in surprise and smiled, "Hey, why are you here?!"

"Aren't you welcome?" Zuo Yu let go of the box, immediately possessed him and kissed him, and then hugged him forcefully: "Looking at your unhappy life recently, it just so happens that I have the opportunity to talk about business, so I come to express my condolences to you. "

"What's wrong with me?" Wen Qianyu raised her head and smiled, "The lock was changed after the thief, and I haven't had time to save the key for you."

When they were a little tired, Lin Qi approached unnaturally.

Only then did Zuo Yu discover the existence of this dazzling man, because he had met him in Beijing a few years ago, so he let go of Wen Qianyu and said calmly, "Hi, what a coincidence."

"Come and sit around, then I won't bother you." Lin Qi shook hands with him, then picked up his coat and bag, and said goodbye with great interest.

When the apartment was quiet again, Zuo Yu immediately closed the door and hummed: "There is always a surprise when you come without saying hello, so I caught you right?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wen Qianyu stared, but held his arm and did not let go.

Zuo Yu said: "Didn't you look down on him a while ago, why is he here?"

"I didn't know that when I returned to Paris after the Spring Festival, every time I met Lin Qi, he would apologize to me and even show me the design draft of his deceased boyfriend. I can't be too stingy." Wen Qianyu explained: "Anyway It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't drag me to deal with Jin Fengxiao."

"It doesn't matter where, tell me to check." Zuo Yu hugged him again, regardless of the box thrown at the door, and leaned against the sofa in three steps at a time, kissed the little beauty and knelt there, and took it off indiscriminately coat.

Wen Qianyu had difficulty breathing, and struggled for a long time before she was freed a little, and asked in a low voice with hot cheeks, "You really came here because of business?"

"Well, I mainly saw the news about you quarreling with that old guy. I'm afraid he will bully you and you won't be able to sleep well. Why don't you check it out yourself?" Zuo Yu smiled.

"I'm fine at all, but I'm so happy to see you." Wen Qianyu pulled his shirt front and raised her head to ask for a kiss.

Zuo Yu was naturally kind, and gradually transformed from the excitement of the first meeting to gentle affection.

When the neck was kissed, there was a slight itchy touch, which made Wen Qianyu chuckle unknowingly, squinting his head and squinting at the bright spring scenery outside the window, and whispered: "We don't say a word and just like this, isn't it good? "

"What's the matter, I miss you." Zuo Yu straightened his beautiful face.

"It doesn't matter." Wen Qianyu smiled like a flower again, kissed the tip of his nose playfully, and gradually melted into the embrace of love.

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When the night was just getting dark, many people had just started to rest, but the tired little beauty had been sleeping on the bed for a long time.

Zuo Yu walked around the house after taking a shower, checked and set up all the security equipment, and felt a little relieved.

He turned off the chandelier in the living room and sighed deeply.

Someone like Wen Qianyu is born to be the focus.

A focus of liking, a focus of attention, a focus of conflict.

Ordinary life has never belonged to beautiful people.

What's more, there are too many bad facts that have happened around Qianqian recently, it's impossible not to let Zuo Yu, who is no longer naive, pay more attention.

He quietly walked upstairs and entered the bedroom, already determined to sort out the inextricable clues in his heart, and protect his beloved Qian Qian from any harm.

The author has something to say: I get off work at two o'clock in the middle of the night, quq, I'm too tired, and relatively short.

Three o'clock sharp, good night.