Heart attack

Chapter 14
The setting sun shone like a shadow on his hands, and the white joints were slightly turbulent. The black signature pen fell on his palm, adding to the charm of the ancients splashing ink and painting.

He leaned against Tang Hongyi with his back, a bone protruded from the back of his back because he bowed his head, and his shoulder blades were raised, showing a moderate arc.

The lines behind him were smoothed by gold and black silk, and when he was completely shrouded in light, he felt more lonely.

The thick ink and heavy colors cover the lonely and cold sense of sight behind it.

Tang Hong also sneered, and suddenly felt that his imagination talent was worthy of being a screenwriter, and his loneliness could be drawn out just by looking at his back.

Don't ask Zhu Ziqing if he agrees.

Qieqi withdrew her gaze, and when the tea in the cup bottomed out, she got up and went to the kitchen. Under the arrangement of Liu Hong, there were all kinds of tea and snacks in the kitchen. At the end of the day, the only product that needed to be added was coffee.

Life-saving water for battery life.

Tang Hong also put the cup into the coffee machine and leaned against the edge of the porcelain to wait. Suddenly, the thick-heeled leather shoes stepped on the tiled floor, and the voice faded in and out, hooking her neurons to jump.

Sheng Yan came to her side at some point, and picked up the black porcelain cup that was placed aside. Just as the coffee machine finished dripping the last drop, Sheng Yan didn't speak, picked up the cup, and handed it to her in a convenient place.

Tang Hong also hesitated, and took the coffee.

Sheng Yan put the cup into the coffee machine, the coffee machine hummed, and the sound of dripping into the porcelain cup was amplified.

Tang Hong also wanted to leave, but the feast was in the middle of the road, and he couldn't move left and right, so he had to stand there with a stick, acting like a human figure.

Just when she thought the silence would end, Sheng Yan said, "You... are quite free."

Tang Hongyi: "???"

The hum of the coffee machine intensified, as if everything around her was covered, which caused her to raise her volume slightly, "If it weren't for you standing here, I could have eye-to-eye with you?"

Suddenly—the air was silent.

The coffee machine stopped working, and the water dripping into the cup was gently rippling, obviously silently, but it made Tang Hongyi's heart beat faster and his fingers curled up.

Sheng Yan picked up the cup, turned and left calmly.

"..."

Depend on!
They have a grudge, a grudge that cannot be avoided in eight lifetimes.

Or the bloody kind.

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Another half month, the tail of November is withered, and the weather enters to welcome the first snow in December.

The warm sun is wrapped in a cold wind, blowing slightly, biting and scratching.

Tang Hong also got up and closed the window on the window sill, his eyes fell on the vast world outside, the branches and leaves fell to the ground, and the ground was scattered with brilliance.

Turning around, Sheng Yan happened to push open the door of the studio, and met her gaze impartially.

The geometric shape of the sun is parked on the edge of the platform, and the rays of the sun are pouring down, covering a layer of indescribable colors between them. Standing there, the feast is far away, and the eyes can't taste salty, but it can be seen that it is very gentle, wrapped The warmth of the summer sun.

Tang Hongyi suddenly felt a little thirsty, cleared his throat, lowered his eyelashes, and returned to his seat with downcast eyes.

Since that day, Shengyan has occasionally come to the studio to take a look, but they stop for a short time, either to deal with business on their own, or to leave in a hurry without taking a look. Most of the time, Tang Hong didn't notice.

If she hadn't looked at each other today, she probably wouldn't have known.

Even Ji Wenyin, a fan of the domineering president, didn't realize the feast, and put her shoulders on Pi Zerui's shoulders to ask about the case. She and Pi Zerui had more connections. Tang Hong also listened to a sentence or two, stretching his thighs.

Guanghang was still writing, his feet were caught off guard by the fabric, he turned his ankle sideways in shock, and looked down, Tang Hong was also stretching his body, he didn't pay attention for a while, and he didn't say much.

He closed his eyes until the itching subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The document was held down by Tang Hongyi's hand. Either she had nothing to do, or she just finished writing a case and needed a short time to relax.

Resting her head now, lounging, was rest for her.

(End of this chapter)