Chen Fu fell back and got out of bed, "No."

"Sweetheart Girl" is a campus comic. Chen Fu painted and played with it when she was in college. At first, it was just on Weibo, but later it was contacted by Fang Wen and started to be serialized in magazines and the Internet. Because of the hot response, the book was released after the completion. It has been printed several times in just a year.

If writing scripts is a career, then painting is a pure hobby for Chen Fu. She didn't tell anyone except Fang Wen and her best friend Yin Le.

"How about you have a relationship." Fang Wen sincerely suggested, "You didn't have a photographer in the magazine before. I have been chasing you for a long time. I think he is good."

"He." Chen Fu shook her head, "I don't like it."

"Then what kind of thing do you like?"

Chen Fu thought for a moment: "Fu Xingyi is like that."

Fu Xingyi is the male lead of "Sweetheart Girl".

Fang Wen swallowed the almost uttered sentence "I'll introduce one for you" and said coldly: "Then there is no hope for you in your lifetime."

The rain was still falling, and the wind was blowing outside. It made a "whim" sound when passing through the window. Chen Fu got up and pulled the curtains tightly. Fang Wen had already hung up the phone.

She walked to the desk, opened the computer and the digital tablet, and used to touch the iron box in her pocket as she waited.

The expected metallic touch did not come. Keys, earplugs, tissue paper... She took out the things in her pocket. There was indeed nothing.

It fell again? This is the last one. Chen Fu grabbed her hair in distress.

She loves a small candy box of style, which is just the right size and has a clever switch. She went to Japan to play and found it in a street shop. After that, she asked her friends to bring back a few of them after much trouble.

I don’t know if the shop is still there. I sighed, and she opened Weibo and cut to the ID of “Puff is painting”.

"Puff is painting" is the pseudonym she used to publish "Sweetheart Girl". Later, she registered on Weibo and now has more than one million fans.

When she has time, she will draw some small daily routines and bring the tag of #Puff Diary# to share her life and mood.

What are you drawing today?

Chen Fu supported her chin, pulled the tumbler on the table with her fingertips, and began to write.

In the first scene, the girl was sitting in a cafe and waiting for someone. It was raining outside the window, and the coffee was a little bitter, and even the big schoolbag in the corner was wrinkled and grieved.

In the second scene, the girl was walking on the road with an umbrella, holding a donut in her arms, and people were walking in a hurry. She was taken to the subway entrance by a crowd.

In the third scene, the girl sat cross-legged on the big bed at home, with a warm yellow light on the floor lamp, she hung her head and her hair was filled with annoyance.

There is also a line of small characters next to it, and the round balls are in a small box: Today, the favorite small candy box fell off again.

After finishing the painting in one breath, Chen Fu stretched and sent it to Weibo, and got up to take a shower.

The living room was quiet, only the study room was on, the wall clock in the entrance was ringing, and the hour hand was pointed at half past ten.

At this time, the spotlight and noise were connected to the event for the 10th anniversary of HL.

Jiang Shutong just showed her face and left the scene.

The red carpet was crowded with media. He was surrounded by crowds to avoid the flash and stepped onto the nanny car with his long legs.

The noise is isolated.

The space in the car is very large, so Jiang Shutong found a comfortable position to lean on it, "Where is the cell phone."

Komatsu responded and took the jacket that Jiang Shutong wore before the event from the back seat.

In addition to the cell phone, Komatsu also took out a small iron box from his pocket and shook it, making a crisp sound.

He was rarely curious, "Boss, what's this?"

Jiang Shutong had closed her eyes and heard the sound and looked sideways.

I forgot about this.

He sat upright slightly, as if he had a little energy, "Take it."

Komatsu hesitated and handed it over. Is it important?

Jiang Shutong pinched the small iron box in his hand and looked at it, "A little girl fell down, I can't find it time to cry."

Komatsu said "Ah?", it was rare to understand the boss's words like this.

Jiang Shutong took out WeChat, typed two lines of words in the search box with one hand, and found Chen Fu.

When he clicked on the dialog box, he raised his eyebrows.

The last time I chatted was during the Chinese New Year, she should have sent out a group New Year blessing. Congratulations on getting rich and having a noble son early.

He had just come out of the event site and saw the news that he sent 2,000 New Year's money.

The little girl took it with her replies: Thank you, Brother Shutong.

Then the mouth would be sweet.

Jiang Shutong's index finger gently stroked the screen of the phone, stared at the line for a few seconds, then exited the chat box and turned off the phone.

He weighed the small iron box in his hand, put it in the inner bag of the suit, closed his eyes as if nothing had happened, "Drive."

The author has something to say: Komatsu:? I don’t understand what his boss is saying.

Thanks to "Dianxiang Shuying", "", "Dyeing powder", "Lalalalalala", "Changyuy", "Mu Nan" for feeding nutrient solution and refill!

On the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, I wish you all the best. I still give me a red envelope for comments, and it’s the end of the month, and there is still nutrient solution [bad smile]
Chapter completed!