Lord Beast, please let me go

Chapter 105 The painting style is too ambiguous (1)
She accepted the review document that Chen Jing sent her, and sent it directly without even reading it. Anyway, he said that he gave pointers, and he must find faults, so she just waited.

With a sound of "Dingling", Jing Ning, who directed everyone to put the sofa in the office, swiped open his phone, saw the offline files, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Jing, can I put it here?"

He waved his hand, and all the furniture deliverers went out respectfully. If he said no to leave, it was equivalent to taking over the old man's Ning Group. For such a large group, although professional managers were hired, the old man was still worried about himself. A lifetime of painstaking efforts, at such an advanced age, I still often come over to personally supervise.

Now in the hands of his grandson, he can spend his old age in peace.

It's just that the architect's office that I built with great difficulty can't be thrown away. I can only slowly transfer from abroad to China.

He sat on the wide leather chair, crossed his long legs, opened the file, and browsed through it from the beginning. When he saw the last cartoon villain spitting out big and small red hearts, he stopped, and the corners of his mouth curled uncontrollably. When he got up, his eyes seemed to have opened up little bits of light.

So I typed a line: "The painting is not bad!"

When Jiang Xiaotao saw this sentence, he was inexplicably at a loss. Was the painting not bad?It was obviously copied bit by bit from Du Niang, even if the patchwork is incoherent, the word "painting" cannot be used to negate the fruits of their labor.

Since the word "painting" was used to satirize her in reverse, then she just pretended to be stupid and made a mistake: "Not bad? Is that a pass?"

"Well, forget it!"

Well?Exclamation point?accepted?What's the situation?Could it be that the painting was good just now, not as a satire, but as a sincere compliment?who cares.Cheers first.

"Yeah, that's great, finally passed the level." She raised her hands and shouted.

"Really?" Yang Lele stuck out his head first.

"That's necessary, and it doesn't matter whose masterpiece it is." Chen Jing pushed her head back, and stuck it out herself.

"Tao, did you see that, a little bit of cuteness is also helpful."

"What's so cute? You can still write a [-]-character review into cute words? When did you become so good at writing? Why didn't I know?"

"There is no need for words to be cute, just draw a few expressions and it will be done. I am so talented."

Jiang Xiaotao suddenly felt something was wrong. She really regretted that she didn't take a look at the document she sent, and she didn't know what this guy had written in it.

How could she have forgotten about Chen Jing, the person who had active thoughts about Jing Ning.

She opened the phone, opened the file, and quickly browsed through it. In the end, a Q version of the little girl spit out hearts one after another at a Q version of the little boy.

No wonder Jing Ning said the painting was good.

"Chen, Jing, I, want, kill, you..." Jiang Xiaotao rolled off the bed, and directly rushed to Chen Jing who had no time to react due to the sudden change in painting style.

She rode on her body, pretending to be ferocious, and strangled her neck with both hands. Chen Jing also widened her eyes in cooperation, and shouted: "Help, help."

"Who told you to add things to the top?"

"Can you delete it if you don't like it? Why send it all together, it shows that you still want to attract Professor Jing's attention in your heart, and you still pretend to blame me. In fact, you must be happy in your heart."

"Chen Jing, go to hell." She really increased the strength of her palm.

(End of this chapter)