Green tea with green plum

Ji Yaoyao's annoyance reached its peak when she learned that there was still a rest room in Gu Yun's office.

If you have a bed but don't sleep, you must stay on the sofa... She clearly did it on purpose.

If it wasn't for her being so weak that she had no strength, she would have kicked Gu Yun a few times hard.

It's a pity that Ji Yaoyao couldn't do this, she just rubbed against Gu Yun's arms, watched her get up, took off the crumpled clothes, and took out new clothes from the closet to put on.

The woman reached out to lift out the hair that was pressed under the shirt, and her gestures were indescribably beautiful.

In a blink of an eye, Gu Yun returned to his usual unattainable appearance.

Ji Yaoyao looked at the time on her phone, it was four o'clock in the morning.

"Is sister not going to sleep?" She asked eagerly.

"There's still work to do." Gu Yun didn't look back.

Ji Yaoyao had nothing to say. She had heard Shen Tian and the others chatting in the office about struggle and introversion, but she didn't just talk about people like Gu Yun. She was so rich and working to death. It was simply not for ordinary people. Stay alive.

Ji Yaoyao secretly made up her mind that when the relationship between the two of them gets closer one day, she must let Gu Yun write down the property transfer letter as soon as possible, lest she die suddenly due to day and night work, and fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain. .

Ji Yaoyao closed her eyes in a daze, and when she fell asleep, there was still a sweet smile on her lips.

In her dream, she was sitting on the innumerable inheritance left by Gu Yun, and she was spending money. Today, she will fly a plane and tomorrow a yacht. The house is full of limited-edition platinum bags, countless luxury houses and famous cars, and the balance of her bank card can't be spent no matter what.

Ji Yaoyao, who was immersed in a sweet dream, didn't feel it, the edge of the bed sank, a finger gently rubbed her cheek, and then Gu Yun got up and left.

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Today's Li Wei is rarely full of energy when going to work.

After all, when he woke up, it was rare that he didn't see the work news that Mr. Gu sent him at night. As a social animal, it's hard not to feel relaxed.

The only order Mr. Gu ordered last night was to let her bring breakfast to the office when she went to work.

Gu Yun's breakfast is always simple, a cup of black coffee is enough.

Li Wei vaguely guessed something, and tried to bring Ji Yaoyao's favorite breakfast soy milk and fried dough sticks that she posted on Weibo.

Ji Yaoyao was awakened by this scent early in the morning, Gu Yun stood at the bedside and said softly: "Get up, it's time for breakfast."

Ji Yaoyao looked at the breakfast in her hands, and happily rolled half a circle on the bed: "Sister, just put it on the bedside, I'll eat it after I sleep."

"There is no table in the bedroom, eat outside." Gu Yun said, "It won't taste good when it's cold."

But if she ate in her office early in the morning, wouldn't Gu Yun be afraid of being bumped into by others?

But since Gu Yun didn't say anything, Ji Yaoyao didn't bother to think about this issue, she got up and went out, nestled on the chair on the balcony to eat.

When the first ray of sunshine came down in the morning, someone from the office occasionally came in to report on their work. Ji Yaoyao was afraid of disturbing their business, so she slowed down her food a lot, occasionally making rustling noises, like a little squirrel stealing food.

Gu Yun was originally listening to the employee's report, but her eyes moved to the window unconsciously, looking at Ji Yaoyao outside the balcony.

She was still wearing plush pajamas, and outside without heating, Ji Yaoyao ate happily by herself, exhaling white air occasionally, which made people realize that winter was coming.

After the employees left, Gu Yun went out to the balcony without even noticing it.

"Is it delicious?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that her question made no sense.

"Yeah." Biansheng Ji Yaoyao answered her cheerfully, lifting the half-eaten fritters in her hand, "Sister eats too."

Gu Yun lowered her eyes, took a bite of the fritters, and chewed slowly.

The two sat side by side, the morning scenery of the city was outside the window, everything just woke up, Ji Yaoyao caught a sharp glimpse of the people in the opposite office building who seemed to be pasting something on the window.

She took out her mobile phone and took a picture with the zoom function of the camera, only to see what it was a large sticker of Santa Claus and the snowflakes stuck to it.

"Ah!" Ji Yaoyao slapped her forehead, and then she remembered, "Christmas will be next month."

She looked up at Gu Yun: "Is sister free for Christmas?"

How could Gu Yun not understand her small thoughts? For some reason, Gu Yun's eyes darkened, and her tone became much lighter: "I don't know."

"But I'm mostly free that day." Ji Yaoyao didn't notice, she took a sip of soy milk, and said inarticulately, "Yaoyao's birthday happens to be on the same day as Christmas, and I will spare that day every year."

She asked cautiously again: "Can my sister celebrate my birthday with me?"

"Let's talk." Gu Yun did not give a definite answer.

Ji Yaoyao didn't ask further questions, but she couldn't help but sighed in her heart.

It seems that she still has to work harder.

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Returning to the familiar workstation, Ji Yaoyao opened the painting course saved on the video website.

Ji Yaoyao has already figured it out clearly, CV is a job with five insurances and one housing fund, which is considered a stable job anyway, why can't she think about it and have to quit?

Since he continues to work in this job, it means that he will continue to cooperate with Zhou Qingyun.

Although the cooperation with Director Zhou was not very pleasant at the beginning, after getting along for a long time, Ji Yaoyao found that Zhou Qingyun was not as bad as she imagined, or rather, she was still a good person.

So Ji Yaoyao made up her mind that when Director Zhou came to discuss the plot of the movie with her again, she must repay her 100%.

It's just that Ji Yaoyao is one head and two big when she thinks of her stick figure painter in the storyboard.

Why did Zhou Qingyun just scribble on the paper with a pencil casually, and the sense of picture and light and shadow came out, while her stick figures were in a mess?

Shame cheered Ji Yaoyao up and decided to practice painting.

Just sitting in front of the computer with headphones on for less than 10 minutes, her head clicked like a chicken pecking at rice.

Ji Yaoyao pulled herself together, picked up her mobile phone and played some games to refresh herself.

It's just that although the spirit is coming, the game can't stop one after another.

An hour later, Ji Yaoyao turned off the phone in a fit of anger, threw the phone out of sight, and restarted the drawing class.

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One morning, Ji Yaoyao played ten games of Spider Solitaire and twenty rounds of minesweeping on the computer, and then read a novel, and the time passed unknowingly.

She yawned, feeling a little helpless, turned off the phone and went to have lunch.

Sure enough, people with low self-control like myself don't expect to learn by themselves, they should just report to the class honestly.

During lunch, Ji Yaoyao watched a painting class closest to home on the software.

Strike while the iron is hot, take a nap at home after lunch, and Ji Yaoyao goes to the painting class.

The studio is on the third floor of the shopping mall, and there are various excellent student works displayed in the window. Ji Yaoyao took a look at it seriously and thought it was not bad, so she went in.

Wearing glasses, a slightly fat teaching consultant greeted her: "Is it the first time for a beauty to come here? You can take a look at our works. These are all drawn by students. Many of our students are now from CAFA and Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. s student."

"I don't have such a big ambition." Ji Yaoyao smiled, "Is there any sketching training for adults? The sooner the effect, the better."

"Yes, yes, we all provide one-on-one tutoring by famous teachers. You can customize the time and learning content you want." The consultant took Ji Yaoyao to the studio. The open room is bright and bright, and almost every student has their own own space.

He brought Ji Yaoyao to the empty easel: "Miss Ji can sit down for a while, I'll have the teacher come over right away, if you're interested, you can try to draw by yourself first."

After he left, only Ji Yaoyao was left in the empty studio.

Behind the easel are apples and bananas, which are commonly used fruits for sketching. Ji Yaoyao picked up the pencil on the side, tilted her head and began to draw in a serious manner.

She was focused on the work at hand, and didn't notice that outside the transparent glass window of the studio, there happened to be a few college students passing by after class.

"Yuzi, are you going to sing tonight?" a girl with dyed blue hair asked.

"No, it's boring." Xia You replied lazily in a bored tone.

Her eyes glanced over the figure in the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Yuzi?" The person next to her called her, but Xia You ignored it and walked into the studio where Ji Yaoyao was.

The lines on the lead drawing paper are crooked, the apples are more crumbled than the pears, and they are so dark that it is difficult to distinguish them. Ji Yaoyao is frowning, wiping the pencil dust on the side of her hands with a wet paper towel.

She lowered her head, not noticing a shadow falling in front of her.

Until a sarcastic voice sounded: "The painting is really bad."