Neptune was captured by the Vinegar Kings!

The cutie is indeed a bad face control.

I can see him at a glance on the street with people coming and going, grasp his appearance and figure, and draw it in a few minutes, and I can also draw other people.

Qin Yiqin didn't forget that in the live broadcast, the dog scheme was also drawn!

Smelly Face Control also planned for the dog with an ancient costume with a beautiful background.

Qin Yiqin didn't want to recall that set of starry night travel pictures.

but--

Qin Yiqin asked: [How many cards did you draw for him. 】

Han Feimo quickly replied:【2】

The corners of Qin Yiqin's mouth began to rise.

Cutie drew 26 pictures for him, aside from the two sketches he saw for the first time, the remaining 24 pictures are a set of 24 solar terms.

It proves that the little cutie loves him 13 times more than the dog plan!

But, after that, Little Cutie never drew him again.

Qin Yiqin's smile froze.

He suddenly remembered something.

Qin Yiqin swipe the chat records, and in the records where he cherishes words like gold, he found the relevant records of the little cutie dancing happily to present treasures and sharing 24 portraits belonging to him.

At that time, he posted the golden sentence taught by the book of breaking up——

【Are you teaching me to do things? 】

Qin Yiqin: "..."

Regret.

My sister is right, it's a miracle that the cutie didn't block him.

Live drawing other people is also Xiaocuti's revenge for showing off his popularity to his circle of friends! !

So mobile games are also a kind of revenge?

Qin Yiqin raised his heart tightly, but soon let it go halfway.He held his hot forehead. Although he had two meals in a row last night, it was really too unreal.He has become like this, and the cutie can forgive him so magnanimously, and give him the hottest, most intense, most shameful, and most infatuated experience.

Regarding this, Qin Yiqin calmed down, got up, and replied: [The game is good, it must be a hit, I support you. 】

Han Feimo: [Huh? 】

Han Feimo scratched his hair, feeling something was wrong.

Isn't his husband a very possessive personality?

To be able to support his career of collecting beauty cards!

Is it love that makes people tolerant?

However, no matter what the reason is, a lover's support is always a joy, Han Feimo replied with a smile: 【Thank you husband, okay! 】

Qin Yiqin's heart felt a little hot, and he suppressed some discomfort, and replied: [What. 】

Qin Yiqin looked at the form.

The next game target is Mountain Sea City Records, it seems that it will never be another collecting card game.

Most of Qin Yiqin's heart was relieved, and he began to look forward to the dense and intense night after work.

He should be more aggressive tonight.

For example, leaving traces of oneself on the neck and earlobes of Hua Xin Shou Yan Kong.

Just thinking about this, Qin Yiqin's deputy came to deliver the documents, and suddenly glanced at the red marks on Qin Yiqin's side neck, his eyes couldn't contain the surprise.

Qin Yiqin sensed his gaze, called up the mirror applet, and took a look at his neck.

Although the button of abstinence was fastened to the highest point, covering the Adam's apple, it still couldn't block the hickey on the side of his neck.Qin Yiqin raised his fingertips and stroked the trace of enthusiasm on the side of his neck, his lower abdomen tightened slightly.

He pulled down the collar to make the hickey more obvious, but his face was expressionless, and his tone was very ordinary: "Well, the object likes me a little too much."

The deputy was shown off by his operation, but he could only agree: "It can be seen that I like you very much, Mr. Qin."

But on the contrary, no trace was found on Han Feimo's neck.

Han Feimo thought for a while, maybe it was because Qin Yiqin was just learning and didn't know so many tricks, only kissing.

When meeting the professor, Han Feimo took out the mirror, took a look at his extremely rosy lips, and couldn't help but look forward to coming tonight again, but at least he held back.He flicked his hair with his fingers, straightened his clothes, matched with his exquisite and handsome face, and was very satisfied.

Hanzong next door glanced at him, a little happy: "It can be seen that Mr. Han attaches great importance to the professor, and the professor will definitely have a good impression of us. In this way, our game culture is profound, and it will definitely carry more ancient connotations."

Han Feimo felt a little guilty.

Of course he attaches great importance to the professor, but the stinky fart just now, and the fact that he carried a small mirror with him is because he is a delicate guy who loves beauty very much.

When we arrived at Professor Chen's office, the professor didn't dislike that their mobile games had just started, and he was very happy to help the student Han Zongyue. As soon as they met, he began to mention the small details of modifying the paintings that were released in the live broadcast room:

"This painting of Zong Yue's ancient costume, the unique lapel and round collar of the clothes in the Tang Dynasty, is suave and suave. During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, when foreign countries came to court, Zong Yue's blond foreign face fit the scene very well. However, the patterns on the clothes do not have the unique embossing and embossing that is unique to embroidery. Reflective, it is the painted silk. The pattern is delicate and complicated, and the level of Kesi is too high. .”

Han Feimo: "! I actually made such a big mistake! May I ask Professor Chen, how should I correct it?"

It is not impossible to forcefully explain that the dog with a foreign face plans to buy silk clothes with a lot of money, but since a professor is invited, the details should be consistent with history, and it is not easy to forcefully explain.

Under the suggestion of Professor Chen, he explained the different weaving methods of silk and satin and the times when they appeared, and asked Han Feimo what dynasty and official figures he planned to paint. The ancient system was strict, and people of different status and status wore different clothes according to different dynasties. .Professor Chen also gave the bibliography, so that Han Feimo can look for the clothes, supplies, buildings, etc. of the corresponding official position in the book.

Han Feimo absorbed knowledge like a sponge, and had a good chat with Professor Chen. Professor Chen also explained that he can ask him anytime if he doesn't understand.

Han Feimo thanked: "Thank you very much for the professor's guidance!"

After that, he asked Han Zongyue in a low voice: "I don't know how much consultant fee is appropriate?"

Professor Chen waved his hand and said: "There is no need to pay any fees. After all, these details have little to do with whether the game is fun or popular. It is not the reason for the popularity of the game. Instead, I have to thank you for listening to an old man and willing to spend Kung Fu changed the map."

After all, he sighed a little: "Some popular games are not sophisticated enough, which makes players misunderstand history. Your game has been searched several times, and it has gained attention even before it was released. I hope that the players who follow you can accept it. to knowledge that has not been misunderstood.”

Han Feimo said: "Yes! We will add a special thank you to the professor after the main creators."

Coming out of the office, Han Feimo asked Han Zong to quickly buy the book list recommended by Professor Chen.

Han Zongyue was in charge of the finances, and while placing an order with the company's funds, he also thanked Han Feimo: "Thank you, indeed, these refinements and modification details do not have much effect on the monthly flow of the game, thank you Mr. Han for still being willing to put in the effort Change the picture. When I was working on the last game, I worked with many artists, and they were generally unwilling to accept picture modification. But your paintings are beautiful without changes, and you have many fans."

Han Feimo tapped his leg with his fingers, and said with a smile: "I also admire myself who is willing to change the picture, so, the chief planner, remember to brag to me in the later announcement!"

Han Zongyue: "Huh?"

Han Feimo smiled and said, "How can people not know about the effort you put into it? After the game comes out, find a few history masters, send them a draft of the details of our paintings, and let them brag about how great our game is." Conscience, how elegant, how historically spirited, and of course, at the end of the draft, we should praise Professor Chen and thank him for his dedication.”

Han Zong was silent for a while: "...OK."

After Han Zongyue placed the order, he suddenly realized: "It seems that I have to learn a lot from you, Mr. Han."

Han Feimo nodded: "Yeah, let's keep it secret. Players who don't know history don't know the details of various costumes, official positions, glossy and dark lines in the painting. If you are interested in the game, go to the history u The Lord's explanation can not only increase the recognition of our studio faster, but also promote and learn some knowledge, which is very good."

The two were discussing the draft plan, but they didn't notice a well-dressed middle-aged man standing by the side of the road.

The middle-aged man wears glasses, and his appearance is completely different from Han Zongyue's. He has a Chinese face with a sharp and serious demeanor.Han Feimo was walking towards the school gate, but Han Zongyue's footsteps beside him stopped abruptly.

Han Feimo: "?"

The middle-aged man was holding a notebook, his cold eyes shot out from the glasses, and his tone was indifferent: "You are promising now, ask Professor Chen to help you make mobile games?"

He glanced at Han Feimo again, his eyes were cold and contemptuous, as if looking at social garbage: "Still playing mobile games with a brat like him? Besides making harmful mobile games to ruin the youth time and money of teenagers, what are you doing?" What will you do?"

This person was drawn by Han Feimo.

He is Han Zongyue's adoptive father, a staid, serious university professor who has strict requirements on his son.

Like Xu Ziming's mother, the kind who would beat her son every minute she missed the exam and every second she played.

At this moment, Han Zongyue stood on the spot, his hands trembling slightly. The sticks and scolding given to him by his father for many years caused some stress reactions in his body.

Han Zongyue couldn't breathe smoothly anymore, as if his heart would stop beating when he saw his father after making a mistake, and he lay on the ground silently waiting to be beaten.His lips were pale, as if he was about to fall down in a second.

Han Feimo walked back and stood beside Han Zongyue, breaking through this embarrassing situation.He beamed and said: "Hello, Uncle, what you don't know is that according to national regulations, mobile games have an anti-addiction system, and registration of games requires face recognition and ID verification. Minors will be restricted from playing time and cannot contribute to the game Krypton Gold. Krypton Gold for the game is an adult, and I believe adults can arrange themselves.

Moreover, mobile games are not just a waste of time. There is a fun game that allows players to relax from a tense day of study and work, and gives everyone a happy spiritual sa. It can relieve stress and be happy. What's wrong? "

Father Han couldn't listen to anything, he still frowned and said: "Games are rubbish! Zong Yue, I won't allow you to make games, you go to work on Wall Street for me immediately."

Han Zongyue's body gradually stiffened. Under his adoptive father's stern words, Han Zongyue seemed to lose his voice. He opened his mouth, but it seemed like he was drowning, unable to say anything.

Han Feimo took his hand and said to Han's father: "He is an adult, he has already signed a contract with my studio, and now he is the chief planner of the game. If you can afford it, I can fire him."

Father Han's tone was suffocated.

Han Zong turned his head more and more anxiously, looked down at Han Feimo, his pale and aphasic lips began to recover gradually, the strong desire finally broke through the body's stress response, and he made a mosquito-like voice: "No!"

Father Han glared at him: "How much?"

Han Feimo smiled: "I'm sorry, the game's estimated monthly turnover is over [-] million. As the chief planner, he can't change jobs randomly. It is written in his contract that if the contract is terminated midway, he will be compensated at least half of the monthly turnover for half a year. That is It is said that the minimum guarantee is [-] million, and there is no upper limit."

Father Han: "???"

Han Zongyue suddenly broke his skills, and the stress response in his body was taken away by the boss's words, chest tightness suddenly came into contact, and fresh air rushed into his lungs, Han Zongyue laughed out loud: "What Mr. Han said is real."

Father Han stared at Han Feimo: "You asked my son to sign a prostitution contract??"

Han Feimo smiled: "Of course talents must be held in the palm of your hand!"

After finishing speaking, Han Feimo tugged at Han Zongyue's hand: "Let's go, people should go back to work."

Han Zongyue's 1.9-meter height was dragged away by Han Feimo. Although Han's father was behind him holding back his anger, Han Zongyue had a hearty smile on his face.

Every time he was beaten and scolded until he was suffocated when he was a child, how much he thought that there was a hand that could pull him out of the house and go to other places to protect him.

Han Zong lowered his eyes and looked at Han Feimo holding his hand.So thin, white, and slender, it seemed as if it would break if it was folded, but it was so powerful that it pulled him away from the abyss where he couldn't control his body, and pulled him to the place where the sun was.

Walking out of the campus, Han Zongyue's breathing was completely smooth. He said nervously: "I'm laughing at you. I, I can't hear my dad scolding me face to face. When he scolds, my lungs almost stop working. Listen to it on the phone." It’s okay when I arrive and when I don’t see him, I told the security to add my dad to the forbidden list of the studio.”

Han Feimo stopped, turned around and asked worriedly, "Have you seen a doctor?"

Han Zong was taken aback for a moment: "I've seen it."

His father did not allow his son to see a doctor and became mentally ill.

When I was in middle school, I went to the school's psychological counseling room, looking for a solution to suffocation when I was scolded, but when the teacher talked to his father, his father knew about it.

That time, he almost went into shock.

A psychiatrist couldn't save him, and he couldn't control his body in front of his father.

Only economic independence can save yourself.

Han Zongyue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he whispered: "President Han, please don't fire me."

Han Feimo: "No, you are my talent!"

Han Feimo let go of the hand that had just pulled him away, patted him on the shoulder vigorously a few times, and said with a smile, "Work hard! I have money. To be honest, I also ran away from home. After I left, I would be Gao Fei." !"

Han Zong smiled and said "hmm".

Then, he suddenly raised his glasses, regretting exposing his weakness in front of Han Feimo.

He is a grown man, not such a vulnerable person.

Han Zong quickly switched to the working mode, as if the suffocation reaction just now had never happened, he said: "Then, the detailed rules of the manuscript we discussed just now..."

The two walked side by side on the sunny road, and college students walked by in twos and threes, full of youthful atmosphere.

In the luxury car by the side of the road, Qin Yiqin deliberately walked around from the scientific research institute, raised the collar that had been torn off, picked up the phone, and was about to surprise the little cutie.

Outside the car window, holding hands and patting shoulders with the dog, talking and laughing, is it his cutie?