He Shengting didn't even raise his head, "Yes."

Jiang Wanwan entered the tea room. The exquisite snacks were served on the snow-white bone porcelain plate. Before they could eat them, their eyes had already enjoyed them.

Tsk, the life of a capitalist...

She ate a little simple, soaked a cup of coffee and took it out.

He Shengting looked at the computer, and a smell of coffee floated across his nose.

He raised his head and a pair of smiling eyes appeared in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, pinching his palms tightly with his fingers before he found a trace of reality.

"Coffee, refresh your mind."

He Shengting picked up the cup and took a sip, commenting without hesitation, "It's too bitter."

Non-picking! Typical nitpicking!

Jiang Wanwan smiled at the corner of her mouth, "Then I'll add some sugar to you."

After adding, he shook his head again, "It's too sweet."

Jiang Wanwan ran away for the third time, and this time he went to add water.

He Shengting hadn't even gotten into his mouth, but just sniffed it and said, "There is no smell of coffee at all."

Jiang Wanwan was already smiling and stopped smiling, "It's really not easy to be your secretary."

"So you're not qualified."

Jiang Wanwan almost rolled her eyes and sat down on the sofa beside her and had a snack.

He Shengting looked at the documents and gracefully finished a cup of coffee.

Seeing that he was busy all the time, Jiang Wanwan didn't know how to speak.

"Aren't you here to draw portraits? No matter how you look at the painting board, they are all your props." The man's voice came slowly.

Props? What props? Are you here to see his props?!

Jiang Wanwan was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't think too much, I just want to finish the portrait quickly, so that I can waste less time in the future."

He Shengting paused his hand holding the pen, and a sudden black dot fell on the document with the tip of the pen. He pursed the corner of his lips, restrained it, and sneered: "At your level, you have to see if you can pass my level."

Jiang Wanwan had seen his turtle hair, "How can we pass the test?"

He Shengting took a piece of A4 paper and a pencil and took her to his lounge.

His lounge decoration was warm, which was in sharp contrast to his cold temperament. He instructed Jiang Wanwan to sit at a round table, "You can draw a portrait without looking at me, even if you pass the test, you don't have to come again in the future."

"It's that simple?"

He Shengting sneered: "Let's talk about it when you draw it."

After the others left, Jiang Wanwan picked up the brush and drew only one outline and could not continue.

What did He Shengting's eyes, nose, and mouth look like? She rubbed her temples.

As she thought about it, her sleepiness came and her chin tapped on the round table. Then, she lay down.

She smelled a sweet and warm smell in her sleep, and her saliva rose. She took two breaths hard, thinking she was dreaming, so she was reluctant to open her eyes and leaned towards the source.

She didn't realize that she was already on the edge of the round table. The next second, her chin fell into a wide palm.

The touch is too real. Jiang Wanwan lifted her eyelids and saw a vegan Omega watch strap.

Simple, but very elegant when worn on a man's wrist.

She blinked her eyes twice, figured out the situation, and then retreated.

"I'm asleep?" With the man's eyes asking for guilt, she planned to giggle and fool her.

He Shengting picked up the A4 paper with two fingers and glanced at a suspicious pool of water stains on it, "not only did he fall asleep, but he also slept soundly."

Jiang Wanwan wanted to dig a hole in the ground for himself.

He Shengting put the wine stewed in front of her, "The midnight snack sent by the secretary just now has no appetite, it's a good deal."

Jiang Wanwan thought he would continue to ridicule, but the flush on his face was ready, but the pie was smashed over.

She held the bowl and ate two bites, which was sweet and warm, and took another bite, and smiled with satisfaction.

Her smile was light.

He Shengting's throat tightened and it took him a long time to look away.

After filling his stomach, Jiang Wanwan put down the bowl and said tentatively: "I heard that Li Jing was fired by "Tianxiang".

"Do you think I'm very idle and will pay attention to such trivial matters?" He Shengting finally knew why she came to her door.

The more you are, the more stuffy you are.

"He is a very talented photographer. Without him, it would definitely be a loss to the magazine."

"The things you said have nothing to do with me. If it is your intention to defend Li Jing, then the door is there." He picked up the door with a clear edge.

When he was stern, his whole body was filled with a momentum of crushing people. Jiang Wanwan's heart thumped, "He was not the most wrong thing, he just took a few photos for me. If my reputation was shamed by the magazine, would I also receive the same punishment?"

He Shengting held the back of her neck and pressed Jiang Wanwan's face towards him with force.

The two are very close to each other, and a few centimeters ahead, the tip of the nose will meet together.

Breathing is intertwined, and the man's thin lips are right in front of him, and he can kiss her at any time.

Jiang Wanwan has become a statue.

"You are indeed wrong. I hate people playing tricks in front of me the most." His voice was low and his tone was tense.

Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but hold her breath, "I...I don't!"

"You don't, why does your heart beat so fast?"

Jiang Wanwan reached out to his chest, and bought some breathing space for himself, and unconsciously told the truth: "Who made you so close to me!"

After saying that, her face turned red.

She didn't mean that, okay?

He Shengting stood up straight, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her with great interest.

Even if Jiang Wanwan was covered in mouth, she couldn't explain it clearly. "You misunderstood."

He Shengting knocked on her forehead, "Don't think about it here, I want to enter the He family's gate, enough for you to line up."

Of course, Jiang Wanwan knew that he was the heir of the He family and bet on the important responsibilities and hopes of the entire family. Of course, he would choose a lady of equal status.

But these have little to do with her, so she nodded obediently, "I know, I don't have random thoughts."

He Shengting's face turned dark at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He took a deep breath and cursed the corners of his mouth. He felt cold in his heart.

"Tan Mo is downstairs, I'll take you back by the way." After that, he left the lounge.

Moody is the standard for tyrants, and Jiang Wanwan convinced himself to get used to it.

No, they don’t meet often, so why should they get used to it?

Jiang Wanwan shook her head and shook off those messy thoughts.

After a week, Sheng Can, who had experienced eighty-one difficulties in the mountains, finally returned to Huicheng and immediately made an appointment with Jiang Wanwan to come out to meet him.

He also said there was something wrong with her.

It happened to be the weekend, and the two of them made an appointment to clear the house.

When Jiang Wanwan arrived, Sheng Can had already finished two cocktails.

She looked at her friend in surprise, "I thought I had met a hero from Liangshan."
Chapter completed!