The fair little face of the person in his arms showed a hint of exhaustion. A few strands of hair dampened by last night's sweat still stuck to her forehead, and her pink lips murmured from time to time.
Fang Siyan curled the corner of his lips and leaned over to tuck the quilt in for her.
Ding Ruola, who was in a gloomy mood, slept until she woke up naturally. Well, actually, she was woken up by hunger.
She squinted her sleepy eyes and scratched her messy hair.
The moment she was about to get up, a soreness as if she had been run over by a car swept over her whole body.
"Hiss~" She frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and a sense of grievance welled up in her heart.
She turned around to look for that big jerk Fang Siyan, but he was already gone.
He must have gone to work, right?
Thinking of this, Ding Ruola was both angry and aggrieved.
Why could he go to work but not let her go!
She looked down at her phone. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
There were a lot of messages from her colleagues in the project department group.
They should all know that she wasn't going to work, but they all tacitly didn't mention it.
[Lost Autumn Rain: @Dingding Flower. Great god, wake up! There's a celebration dinner tonight. You're the star! Don't be late!]
[Yingzi: Yeah! On the 17th floor of Century Romance. See you at six o'clock this afternoon.]
[Captain Qing: Let's have a wild time tonight!]
[……]
Seeing the messages from her colleagues, Ding Ruola felt a little better, but also a bit sad.
Right! Tonight was the last gathering with Yingzi, Senior Sister Ning Qing and the others. She must cheer up.
She got up, took a shower, and put on a light yellow strapless dress.
When she walked into the living room, she found the breakfast Fang Siyan had prepared on the table: small and delicate buns and hot milk in a thermos.
Warmth welled up in Ding Ruola's heart, but she still pouted.
Humph! Forgive him? No way.
After working overtime and staying up late for the past two weeks, Ding Ruola felt that her skin had suffered a lot.
After doing a spa, looking at herself with fair and glowing skin in the mirror, Ding Ruola proudly patted the non - existent dust on her shoulder.
Sure enough, she was still very beautiful!
After spending the whole afternoon, it was almost time when she arrived at Century Romance.
However, when she walked into the first - floor hall, Ding Ruola found an eight - or nine - year - old little girl sitting in front of a piano in the middle of the hall.
She wasn't playing the piano but writing and drawing on a piece of paper on it.
When Ding Ruola passed by, she took a curious look.
She found it was a design drawing with a relatively mature style but rather disordered lines. It was obvious that the author was quite talented.
Looking at the soft little girl in the red velvet clothes in front of her, she was clearly a cute and well - behaved baby!
Ding Ruola felt the world was a bit mysterious. She asked curiously, "Did you draw this?"
The top was black with red trim. There was a leather tassel and wooden bead decoration on the left shoulder.
The bottom was a floor - length dress with a faint slit near the left thigh. It was woven with a thin string knot, fully embodying low - key luxury and temptation.
This was clearly a Bohemian - style long dress. Ding Ruola thought it was unlikely that this little girl could draw it.
Who knew that the little girl seemed to have heard this kind of question too many times. Impatiently and proudly, she raised her big, watery eyes, gave Ding Ruola a light glance, and then continued to draw on the paper as if she was too lazy to respond.
Was this the pride and disdain of a little genius? Ding Ruola chuckled when she realized this.
Her chubby right hand still held a blue colored pencil. She pouted her chubby lips as if she had encountered a bottleneck.
"This kind of design usually uses contrasting colors to achieve the effect."
"Combining some cold - toned and warm - toned colors has a strong impact and can provide a visual feast. But here you used green as the base in the front and now blue for the trim. The overall effect will be affected."
Ding Ruola looked at the drawing again and spoke calmly.
She used easy - to - understand language, thinking that the little girl should be able to understand.
Sure enough, when the little girl heard this, her eyes lit up.
As if she had found a bosom friend and an opponent, her eyes became even clearer. She then looked at Ding Ruola again, and the impatience and pride in her eyes just now disappeared.
Instead, there was a burning expectation and a hint of unobvious admiration. "Do you know what I drew?" the little girl asked in a childish voice.
"What do you think?" Ding Ruola blinked at the little girl in front of her, put her hands behind her back, and her eyes were full of smiles.
"Then tell me about this dress of mine," the little girl flipped the drawing book to the previous page.
Well, it was a dress that looked rather strange.
"Well, the small squares and little floral patterns you drew on the top are quite nice. The lines are also relatively even, fresh and bright, with a rural style. But..."
Hearing the first half of the sentence, the little girl blinked her eyes and looked a bit disappointed. She had heard these words countless times.
She didn't know if the adults really appreciated her work or were just coaxing her.
Just when her eyes were about to dim, she heard Ding Ruola's turn of phrase: "But?"
"The sequins on the shoulders make the dress look rather gorgeous and tend towards the punk style. Instead of adding highlights to the dress, it makes it look strange."
Hearing this, the little girl bit her lip. Ding Ruola carefully stared at her, really afraid that she would cry out of grievance.
She regretted that she had spoken too seriously just now. After all, this was just a child! She shouldn't have been so serious with a child. But her drawings seemed quite professional...
Just when Ding Ruola nervously looked around, afraid that the little girl's parents would suddenly appear and scold her for bullying the child.
The little girl in front of her suddenly said proudly, "Do you need a master? I can be your master."
While saying this, she secretly glanced at Ding Ruola.
Ding Ruola was stunned for a moment, looking at the little girl in front of her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"No, I need an apprentice, not a master." Then she pretended to leave.
"Then, then I'll be your apprentice!" she murmured. Her soft voice seemed to carry a hint of grievance.
The little girl bit her lip, grabbed the corner of her clothes with her little hand, jumped off the chair, and looked at Ding Ruola.
Ding Ruola curled the corner of her lips. "Okay! It's a deal!"
Finally, the two exchanged their QQ numbers.
Coincidentally, He Caiying and Ning Qing and the others came over at this time. After saying goodbye to the little girl, Ding Ruola went to the 17th floor with them.
Looking at the cute avatar of the little girl, Ding Ruola was in a good mood.
[Hi!] She sent a greeting and then a picture of a little girl bouncing to say hello.
The other side seemed to sense her enthusiasm. After a while, a bunch of design drafts were sent...
The room on the 17th floor of Century Romance was very big.
When Ding Ruola and the others arrived, there were already a lot of people.
There were not only the colleagues who had worked together in the ORI project department before, but also the fans of the DIMO great god from other departments.
Since it was a dinner, Ning Qing also changed her previous all - black style and wore an ice - blue body - hugging dress. She looked extremely cold and charming on the outside. Those who knew her well knew that she was actually warm - hearted.
Ding Ruola, Ning Qing, and He Caiying sat at a small table by the window.
He Caiying was telling an interesting thing that had happened to her this morning. The three of them were chatting and laughing.
The newly - arrived colleagues greeted Ding Ruola warmly when they saw her.