Passionate to know

With Song Zhiyang's permission, An Zhi went straight back to his office, locked himself inside, and did not allow others to disturb him.

The other employees of the company saw the executives who came out of the president's office looking like Hei Wuchang, thinking that the president was angry but didn't know why, they might have said something wrong, so they had to pretend not to be curious, and went about their duties.

On the other end, Song Zhiyang sent everyone away and gave Tang Ling a call.

"What?! You say someone dares to do harm to my benefactor?! Wait, if I don't steal his ancestral grave, it will be a waste of my reading the rule of law online for so many years."

"...Is there a relationship between the two?"

"A flower picker who doesn't want to be a criminal policeman is not a good girl."

Song Zhiyang felt that Tang Ling's offline condition was getting worse day by day.

Tang Ling asked without joking: "Speaking of which, what if Baby An can't do it tomorrow?"

Song Zhiyang laughed twice, and said in a helpless but confident voice: "What else can I do, my people must naturally be covered."

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Tang Ling on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then burst into a scream that almost lifted the roof. The high-pitched Song Zhiyang could still hear the high-pitched voice on the other end of the phone when he held the phone far away from his ear.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa a up!!! I stand against CP!!!"

Song Zhiyang couldn't stand the epileptic Tang Ling, so he hung up the phone.

Ten seconds later, a dozen fatal serial text messages.

The content is just one sentence.

"Wu Cao becomes gay these days if she doesn't agree with each other...Who is the one between you? ---Xiao Yu."

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Tang Ling's 360-degree drive with a big mouth...

Is your focus really correct?

……

At three o'clock in the morning, the whole city is sleeping peacefully, but an office on the seventh floor of Yujing is still brightly lit, illuminating its equally lonely owner.

An Zhi has been working continuously for eighteen hours, and the manuscript paper is piled up on the desktop, but it is very neat.

After changing another picture, An Zhi took a breath, raised his hand and rubbed between his brows.

Three more... Only three left...

Fu picked up the pen again, but found that his right hand was shaking slightly with pain, and he couldn't even draw straight lines.An Zhi hurriedly pinched his right wrist tightly with his left hand, trying to use this pain to drive away the dense soreness and let it settle down.

"Tuk tuk tuk", there was a knock on the door.

An Zhi looked up at the clock on the wall in surprise. At this point, who is still in the company?

"It's me," the magnetic voice came through the door, "Song Zhiyang."

There was no response from the door.Fell asleep?Song Zhiyang guessed, and lightly buttoned the button again, and the person in the door finally opened it.

An Zhi opened the door and went straight back to his seat to continue working, not even refusing to waste energy in a single sentence.

Song Zhiyang saw the blackness in An Zhi's eyes at a glance: "Tired?"

"It's okay." The originally clear voice was a little hoarse.

Song Zhiyang picked up Anzhi's modified drawing, which was still made of pearl shell, but it was no longer a pure white structure, but was added with a very gentle smudged color.The large and small colored shells are not originally designed patterns, but spliced ​​into the shape of a bird.

"Robin?"

"Well, the bird of God." An Zhi replied, "This is the biggest change I can make."

Song Zhiyang looked carefully at the other photos, nodded and said: "The same material is a common thing in the industry. As long as the shape and pattern are different, it will not give people the feeling of being a fool. Although they took the opportunity this time , but we may not be able to fight against the army.”

An Zhi was weak: "I will try my best."

"No need," Song Zhiyang leaned down and pressed An Zhi's painting hand, "You need to stop."

The right hand was wrapped by Song Zhiyang's warm palm, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to invade every pore.No matter what, An Zhi couldn't control the slight twitching and trembling of his right hand. It jumped back and forth in the hunter's net like a fawn in panic.

He watched the hand being picked up by Song Zhiyang, rubbing it back and forth on the acupuncture point with a well-knit strength, until the tiger's mouth was pressed and felt swelling pain, and then he realized that their movements were so intimate.

An Zhiyan withdrew his hand and said, "Not now, there are three more..."

"You tell me, I'll draw."

Without waiting for An Zhi's refusal, he pulled the guest chair aside and sat down, picked up the pen and paper on the table, and said with a look that he could not refuse, "Let's talk."

An Zhi took a deep breath, stopped being aggressive, and directed Song Zhiyang with a slightly hoarse voice.

……

By the time the last painting was finished, it was already early in the morning.

"Okay, then there's no problem. I'll send it to the various departments when I get to work later." Song Zhiyang, who stayed up all night, didn't feel tired at all. He was still upright and full of energy.

"You are tired too, go back and rest."

An Zhi stopped him: "Song Zhiyang."

"Ok?"

"Obviously you can stay out of it." Why come to help?

Song Zhiyang sighed inaudibly, stretched out his hand to caress the top of Anzhi's head, and rubbed his soft hair, his hands froze but did not escape.

So, he whispered in his ear: "My smart An Zhi, do you really not understand?"