Chapter 1091： You are my sweetheart, you can see anything you want

The man responded, restraining the desires in his heart. After a few seconds, he took out a gift package of snacks from the drawer and put it on the table: "Come and sit here."

Qian Miao left the bag aside and walked towards him.

The chair was placed next to Fengxian's seat, next to him.

Qian Miao glanced, sat down at will, turned his head and asked him, "What then?"

Feng Xian took out another comic book and handed it to her: "Just sit down."

Qianfeng: "That's it?"

"Well, that's it." He smiled at her.

Qianmiao joked: "Sure enough, it's eating and drinking, but the company's assistants are like this?"

"It's not the same as them." He slowly said, "They are responsible for working with all their hearts, and responsible for peace of mind."

At this second, the sloppyness in the girl's eyes was rushed by something similar to shyness.

He raised his lips, tore open a packet of potato chips and handed it to her: "Eat less. If you feel bored, watch comics or movies."

She nodded, but did not read the book, but quietly watched him review the document next to the seat.

These documents are basically company secrets.

There are also Vichy's plans for the next quarter.

She really didn't shy away from her "dead enemy".

"Do you know what the outsiders say about the relationship between Wei Shi and LM?"

A warm smile appeared at the corner of Feng Xian's mouth, and he gave it a glance and asked, "How do you say?"

"A close rival," she glanced at his document and said, "Is it appropriate to review the project in front of the rival?"

The man leaned forward, his forehead almost touching her, and his voice was low: "It's my sweetheart. You can see anything you want."

Qianmiao's lips pressed slightly, feeling his heart beating uncontrollably twice. In the past, the brothers in the temple would occasionally laugh at her for not looking like a girl, but thinking of a kid. She agreed, but at this moment she was shocked that she was indeed a girl sometime with Fengxian.

For example, now.

Feng Xian raised her head and smoothed her bangs with her fingers, and asked, "Would you like coffee?"

She nodded obediently: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Summer was originally a dull and restless weather, and the sultry feeling seemed to intensify at this time. Qianmiao spent a while in front of the sink, washing her face with cold water, trying to wash away the heat from her cheeks.

Five minutes later, she came out and saw a cup of coffee with ice cubes on her table. It is placed in a transparent fat cup with dense water drops on the wall.

A bunch of soft sunlight scraped off sharp and sharp by the floor-to-ceiling windows lay beside the cup and extended to the hand of the man wearing the watch. The small red string next to the watch looked so unmatched, but very warm.

He looked at the file seriously and didn't seem to notice her.

Qian Mian turned his head and glanced, and happened to see white paper and pencils in the next bookshelf area. She walked over quietly, sat down there, holding a pencil and drawing paper, and gestured to the man quietly, finally determined the initial idea, and dropped the first stroke on the drawing paper.

With the passage of time, the sun climbed up on the man's back and side face, and the water droplets on the cup of iced coffee also slid down the wall of the cup, turning into a small puddle of water.

At this time, a realistic sketch was also on the paper, as if it was copied from there in its entirety.

Qian Miao drew details, raising his head to look over there from time to time.

She didn't know that the man didn't look at the file seriously and intently.