They say I have a husband

After dinner, Ou Heng did not go back to the studio, but followed Li Junyu to the study step by step, leaning on Li Junyu's shoulder, sorting out the documents on the tablet, well, their first step is to prepare a picture album, everyone can have a He has to sort it out.

After tidying up for a while, Ou Heng stopped, staring at the tablet in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Li Junyu felt that Ou Heng hadn't moved for a long time, so he put down the things in his hands and asked Ou Heng.

"What if no one buys what I choose?" How embarrassing.

"Babe, you can ask them what they like. If no one buys it, I will take it all."

"No, I'm at a loss! It's a waste, I'll go to Weibo and ask them." Ou Heng said no, but in fact he was very happy.

Guoguo is mine: The studio is preparing to release a picture book, what do you like? 【distress.jpg】

First floor: I like all the paintings of Guozi!It's all out, my wallet is ready, please come over with all kinds of peripherals, I want to spend money.

The second floor: Give the upstairs a thumbs up, agree, like it.

Third floor: Guozi has also started to collect money, it is canceled, goodbye.

Fourth floor: Is the third floor sick?Are you used to prostitution?Others still have to prostitute you for nothing for the rest of your life?

Fifth floor: Enmmmmm, don't make noise, Guozi is asking about business, don't talk to those people, if you don't talk to them, it will stop, Guozi, please show all your drawings, I like it so much~

Sixth Floor: I like Nine-Tailed Fox, my God, my husband, I strongly request his super large posters and peripherals~

Ou Heng will draw some short stories from time to time, always thinking of where to draw, the nine-tailed fox is one, it tells the story of a nine-tailed fox and a little squirrel, the silver-haired and silver-eyed nine-tailed fox is simply A bursting the whole world , the captivating eyes, the gestures in the picture all exude their own charm, which makes people want to stop. I don’t know how many little Huangwen colleagues of Nine-Tailed Fox and Little Squirrel, but Ou Heng’s paintings are very cryptic~.

It’s the kind that lets you know, but only shows you half of it, and only sees a quilt...

All are:………

I took off my pants and you showed me this expression.

Seventh floor: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhin

Eighth floor: Don’t even think about the seventh floor, at most there is only the looming picture, and the little yellow picture, heh, Guozi will not agree at all

Ninth floor: Don't you understand the urine property of fruit?He's probably laughing at us behind our backs.

Ou Heng replied to the ninth floor: How do you know?I just like the way you can't understand me and can't hit me.

"Be careful." Li Junyu used one hand to protect Ou Heng who was moving too much, for fear that Ou Heng would fall.

"Yeah, I know." Ou Heng nodded nonchalantly, Guoguo could still make him fall.

Seeing Ou Heng's perfunctory indifference, Li Junyu hugged Ou Heng in his arms and let him sit on his lap.

"Guoguo..." Ou Heng held the phone and stared at Li Junyu blankly, thinking that Li Junyu was going to do something shameful, couldn't help thinking a lot, and even thought of stumbling on this chair Staggered ~.

"Hey, keep playing." Li Junyu's words shattered all of Ou Heng's fantasies.

"Well, oh ⊙?⊙!" Ou Heng lowered his head, his ears were all red, did he expect spring to arrive recently?Always thinking about some unscrupulous things made him lose face...

Ou Heng wanted to throw away his face, but luckily Guoguo didn't know what was going on in his mind, otherwise...he would lose face to others.

Ou Heng selected a lot of paintings based on the suggestions and hobbies of netizens. After the selection, he realized that he had painted so many paintings in the past few years, all kinds of paintings, oil paintings, watercolors, fine brushwork, block paintings, Ou Heng looked at the painting and smirked.

One after another is his progress.

Painting is like this, one after another, you are making progress, but you can't find it at the time, but a little bit of superposition, you look back and find that you have reached this point, which is great.

Ou Heng's side was in full swing because of the printing of picture albums, discussing paper and size. I used to think that this matter was very simple, but after doing it, I realized that everything is a matter of doing, and it is not as simple and easy as imagined.

Unlike Ou Heng's change, Wen Nian is miserable, the company doesn't care about him at all, his Weibo is also completely controlled by the company, the password has been changed, and all the Internet is full of scolding, he is so angry Smashed the glass several times.

No one answered the phone at home, and when he called his parents and younger brother, he was always on the phone. Wen Nian knew that he was blocked by his family.

Staying in the hospital every day anxious to get angry, the money in the account flowed out like running water, without any income, and even some liquidated damages to pay.

Because his image was damaged, the products he endorsed also suffered. The endorsement party must be looking for trouble and demanding compensation. This is a big pit.

Wen Nian had no choice but to leave the hospital on crutches, and took a taxi to his house.

Just as Wen Nian was about to enter, "Sir, you can't go in." The security guard stopped him.

"Are you new here? Do you know who I am? Stop me, do you still want to do it?" Wen Nian directly hit the security guard's leg with a cane, very hard, and felt very ashamed, the security guard here dared to stop him He, the people who come and go here, are all watching, let his face be placed there.

"Mr. Wen Nian, your father has told you that you are not allowed to enter the door." The security guard endured the pain and walked away from Wen Nian.

"What nonsense are you talking about, get the hell out!" Wen Nian felt palpitated, but he still pretended to be calm, thinking that what the security guard said was a lie.

"Why don't you call your father and ask him to get someone to pick you up." The security guard walked back to the security room, not talking to Wen Nian, since Wen Nian couldn't get in without a card anyway.

Wen Nian was standing in front of the door, feeling like he was being watched naked in the air, and everyone who came in and out seemed to be laughing at him.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wen Nian? Why don't you go in? Hahahahahaha, you're hurt, do you want me to take you for a ride?" A bright red, very aggressive BMW stopped in front of Wen Nian. The car window was rolled down, and the man took off his sunglasses, with a mocking look on his face.

"You..." Wen Nian stared at the man, his eyes were about to burst.

"Master Wen, this place is not the place you should come to, security guard, don't let this kind of person in by the way, what if it endangers our safety? Do you know?" The man started the car while talking, giving Wen a pile of exhaust gas , Wen Nian coughed.

"Dingling, dingling..." Wen Nian was about to curse when the phone rang.

"Where are you?" The voice of a greasy middle-aged man. "No matter where you are, come to Jinguang Hotel right away, Mr. Jin wants to talk to you, whether you can turn around depends on this opportunity." After finishing speaking, the manager hung up the phone.

Wen Nian was holding his phone by himself, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he looked a little scary, and the security guards didn't dare to look him in the face.

Wen Nian stood there for an hour, and finally took a taxi to the Jinguang Hotel with a weird smile on his face.

Wen Nian breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the security guards. This is also a safety hazard, and he is really finished if he hurts someone.