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I wish I could comfort him, I thought as I undid Zhou Jin's buttons. If I can't comfort him now, I'll just have to do it again tonight.

I smiled and kissed his neck and nibbled at his Adam's apple. I heard his breathing in my ear, and he bit my ear like a prank.

I think it would comfort him, just as his body would comfort me.

I leaned on his shoulder. We had agreed that when he came to my house, I would give him half of my studio as a studio.

I suggested that he draw some illustrations first and then submit them to the publishing house. He offered to paint a cartoon, but I refused.

The most important thing about comics was not the artist, but the story.

I think he's better suited for flower arranging, and I'll find him some work like packaging and design.

Although he didn't earn much from this, or rather, he was just a fledgling. Originally, he didn't earn much either, as long as he could satisfy his hunger and drink to his heart's content.

Finally, I kissed him, and he watched me put my hand on my face.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" His voice was low and hoarse, probably still not in a good mood. I scolded Zhou Si harshly in my heart.

"You want to cook?" I asked him. "Let me think."

Zhou Jin smiled and said: "Now that you're earning money, I can only do some housework." He was smiling when he said this, and I knew he was joking, but somehow he felt uncomfortable.

"I forbid you to say," I said, putting away my smile, "that cooking is something that anyone can do when they have the time, not because I make money and you don't have the ability to work, but because I don't like you to think lower than me, I don't like you to think that you are dependent on me because you don't have a job, that we are equal individuals, that we are not together because we love each other, that cooking and housework are also jobs, and that if you don't like this job, we can hire a family servant."

Zhou Jin stared at me. He obviously didn't expect me to say this much because of one of his jokes. He looked at me for a while before suddenly laughing, then he rubbed my hair as if he couldn't help but say, "Isn't there a lot of girls who wouldn't cook just for the sake of liking me? I'm cooking for someone I like. "

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, then said, "I want to know if you really like it. I don't want you to change yourself for me. I like Zhou Jin, no matter what he looks like."

After hearing my words, Zhou Jin hugged me tightly. He pressed his forehead against my shoulder. I didn't know why, but I could clearly see his expression, but I knew he was very happy.

We were tired of each other for a while and then said goodbye. I was afraid that staying too long would arouse suspicion.

I went back to Zhou Si's office. As if the time had been calculated on purpose, I sat down at the desk and the phone on the desk rang.

"Hello." I took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from the local television station. We have a program here that wants to invite Mr. Zhou Si to participate." There was a very polite and crisp female voice on the other end of the line, and I couldn't help but picture a capable woman in my mind.

"Ah, please tell me what program you are on." I asked, picking up a pen to write it down on the pad.

"It's an interview program that invites professionals from all fields to tell us about this field. In recent days, almost everyone in Mr. Zhou's Art Auction Network has been saying that we want to interview Mr. Zhou about this matter." The female voice on the other end said, "Interview at Eight o'clock broadcasts every Monday night. I wonder if Mr. Zhou is free?"

"I'll ask the chairman. You can leave a number and we'll contact you if you want." I thought for a moment and asked, "The Art Auction Network project was not started by the Chairman Zhou alone, and there was also a partner, Yan Zhan. Did you go and ask him?"

"I've asked, the secretary of the Boss Yan said that the Boss Yan is too busy, he has no time to participate in the program." The television station staff said.

Yan Zhan is too busy? That was possible. However, he was a person who liked to show off. Would he refuse to join a program that was going on TV just because he was too busy?

I suppressed my uneasiness and recorded the girl's call on the other end of the phone. After I hung up, I checked on the program, which was called The Eight Points Interview. It wasn't a famous program, and its ratings weren't high, so it was in the middle, but it was good enough for a place to do that.

I organized the information that I might need and went to Zhou Si's office.

"Come in." After I knocked a few times, Zhou Si's voice came from inside the door.

I pushed the door open and walked in. The room was heavy with the smell of smoke, and his suit was off. He still looked angry.

"What is it?" He raised his eyes and asked me what he would do if I didn't give him a satisfactory answer.

"There's a program called 'Interview at 8 PM' on the television station that I want to invite you to." "No," I said.

After Zhou Si heard what I said, he swept his gaze across me. He knocked on the table with his fingers and asked, "Where is Yan Zhan?"

"The person said that he wanted to invite Yan Zhan first, but because Yan Zhan was too busy, he rejected." At the same time, I carefully observed Zhou Si's expression.

Zhou Si jumped and became the most famous national painter in the entire country. The trading hall was so crowded that not even a drop of water could leak out every day, and the shares of the Sheng Shi Group suddenly soared all the way. The newspapers, magazines, and internet news were all covering the art auction network, and the market value of Yan Zhan's company was also continuously rising. But just when Zhou Si and Yan Zhan were supposed to be very happy, Yan Zhan actually rejected the interview with the television station.

"I'm going to participate." Just now, I came to the conclusion that he wouldn't participate, and Zhou Si's words resounded in the room.

I immediately raised my head to look at Zhou Si to see if he was crazy.