The great God is still the great God. I remember when she first entered the Royal ornament, the great God was in this kind of indifferent posture, high above.

She bit her lip, met the deep and quiet in his eyes, and said frankly, "in fact, I don't have a definite idea of what the final idea is."

Leng Yu picked up the design in his hand, and his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate everything: "then you dare to hand it in like this?"

The tone of questioning made Luo Xiaojing feel uncomfortable: "I always have to finish my work. I'm still a designer in the Royal decoration design department."

Black and white eyes are full of stubborn, like the way she argued when she went to the royal jewelry interview, cold Royal eyes darkened, without any trace of relief.

Fortunately, Luo Xiaojing didn't say that he would resign. He didn't dare to think about how to retain Luo Xiaojing if he really wanted to resign.

He can control everything, but he can't control Luo Xiaojing alone.

"The crystal stone for carving flowers has not been finalized yet." He disguised everything, put on the boss's posture to remind, "I don't want flowers and abundant, desperately rush to work."

"I'll hold on, boss." Luo Xiaojing breathes out a turbid breath, and the depression in his heart still doesn't dissipate, "but now my mind is full of fragmentary fragments. It takes a little time to piece them together."

"How many days off for you?" He is light to explore, extremely cold tone, with imperceptible caution.

"Not for the time being." As long as she relaxes, she will think wildly. Being busy is the best medicine to cure everything.

As soon as the words changed, she asked, "so the boss of Louis XIV rose design is not satisfied, right?"

"The details need to be strengthened." He motioned Luo Xiaojing to stand in a little and pointed out the modified place to her. "The petals are a little stiff, and a few radians and corners are relatively rigid."

As soon as the distance gets closer, the familiar breath on Leng Yu's body is like an invisible hand, which is wantonly teasing Luo Xiaojing's sensitive nerves.

She forced herself to concentrate all her attention on the design: "if I modify it according to the boss's advice, will Louis XIV roses have the value of carving?"

"Try to choose materials first?"

Deep eyes reflect Luo Xiaojing's soft side face: "then I'll go to the mine standard room in a moment."

"If you cut, you can go to the sculpture team, but sculpture..." Leng Yu considered the wording, "back to the studio?"

"I have a small carving room." Luo Xiaojing is not a fool. Dashen is trying to let her go back to Nanyuan, but when she moves out, she will not go back. "Although the tools are old, carving Louis XIV roses should not be a problem."

"Good." Since the tacit understanding of no one mention, he can't go to reluctantly, design handed to Luo Xiaojing, he stared at her way, "then try it."

"Good boss."

Luo Xiaojing took over the design, just turned around, and was stopped by Leng Yu.

"Wait a minute."

She can't hold on any longer. She seems to be doing nothing. She has almost exhausted all her strength.

Turning back and smiling, Luo Xiaojing said, "boss, what's the matter?"

"Say something personal."

She was worried and scared, but her smile froze, and she calmed her heart: "another day, I want to put Louis XIV..."

"I didn't give you the receipt. It's really selfish of me."

He said so frankly, did not give Luo Xiaojing a little time to prepare.

"I think I have given you a high enough starting point, so I ignore the importance of jingsongfang to you." He spoke very slowly, and seemed to want to let every word clearly enter Luo Xiaojing's ears. "I forgot that it was jingsongfang that allowed you to touch Jingshi."

He fixed his eyes on her. The sincerity in his eyes made Luo Xiaojing feel a lot. She pursed her lips and slowly lowered her head.

"That's the place you desperately want to protect. I underestimated the position of jingsongfang in your heart. I apologize for my subjectivity, but I didn't use you."

Apologizing?

How could God apologize to her?

Luo Xiaojing's heart is full of waves. She can't tell what it's like to hear the great God apologize.

The palm of the hand gradually tightens, and Leng Yu who gets up walks slowly to her. In the shadow, her thin body trembles gently.

"You just want to carve, but I add more things to your expectations. I seem to draw harder on your little whip, which makes me ignore your feelings."

Luo Xiaojing finally dares to look up and looks at Leng Yu with complicated eyes: "I..."

Big God has put the posture so low, she still want to hold on?

"But do you really regret entering the Royal ornament?"

How can she regret that she has been a fan of Royal ornaments for five years? That's her goal and pillar. If she didn't dream of entering Royal ornaments one day, she wouldn't go all out to nibble at books and endorsements to mend the knowledge of jewelry, crystal and minerals.

That is her impulse under the angry words, at the moment of her regret, want to poke two holes out of themselves.“BOSS……”

"You don't have to answer me in a hurry. Give yourself more time." Leng Yu's voice is still so condensing, but his patience is more than twice as much as usual, "and the matter between me and Duan Qingyan is that I didn't deal with it well, which brings you too much trouble."

"Also It's all right She didn't know how to say it, so she replied.

"I'm sorry for my mother's impoliteness to you."

Horror one after another, in front of the God is not her impression of the God.

The high God can't be equated with the low God.

Luo Xiaojing reluctantly pulled out a smile: "is also my reaction some extreme."

Leng Yu didn't speak. His soft eyes locked her tightly. He seemed to be holding back something. For a moment, he sat back to his original position: "go back to work."

So she and the great God, that's it?

Luo Xiaojing, who just didn't want to hear anything, felt that something was missing at this moment, but she couldn't say anything else now.

It's Dashen who helps her sue, so jingsongfang can reopen. Now it's Dashen who apologizes to her. She clearly likes Dashen. As long as she is brave enough to take that step towards him, she can ignore Duan Qingyan. But Dashen said that he didn't handle it well, so he brought her trouble.

Impulse is the devil, Luo Xiaojing is a thorough understanding, lip moved, she: "boss..."

Or should say something, but words to the mouth, and like something to her throat dead blocked.

"Well?"

Leng Yu then looked at her, she swallowed a mouth of weak saliva: "it's OK, I went out to work."

She can't say it. Although her heart is beating warmly, she can't say it.

After leaving the office, Luo Xiaojing sighed heavily.