The husky male voice is like a thunder, which wakes Luo Xiaojing up in an instant.

“BOSS！”

She just moved out of Nanyuan for a few days. Now what's the matter with her going back.

"It's working time."

"Going to the studio in Nanyuan is your work." Leng Yu's dark eyes flashed a trace of cunning, and he restrained in time before Luo Xiaojing found out, "it's stated in the employment contract that your direct leader is me."

Luo Xiaojing knows the truth, but

"There is not so much purple tourmaline in the standard room." At the same time, Leng Yu's eyes fell on the broken purple tourmaline, "this week, we should also determine the design of flowers."

His speaking speed is not fast, but the sense of oppression is spreading in an urgent way.

"It's ok if you want to work in Royal decoration, but I'm not sure about the carving team..."

Luo Xiaojing interrupted: "I go back to the studio of Nanyuan."

Only the great God knows the secret of her carving, and the great God is about to say it.

Besides, if she doesn't go back, she has to go back. The machines and knives in the secret small carving room of the shop have been labeled as old and influential by Dashen. She can't go to the carving room of the carving team to carve flowers, because people will know that the most suitable place is Nanyuan.

But think of all have come out and want to go back, Luo Xiaojing heart ten thousand unwilling.

Legs seem to be filled with lead, Luo Xiaojing nail in situ also don't want to move, cold imperial light swept her one eye: "how? Are you waiting for me to go with you? "

"Ah, no, no!" Shaking his hands in a panic, Luo Xiaojing, who was frightened, stammered and went back to Nanyuan with the big God? That's going to kill her.

The last second is like a sculpture of her, this second slip faster than anyone else, Xinyi inexplicably looked at Leng Yu and looked at the run away Luo Xiaojing, quickly catch up.

When he got on the bus, Luo Xiaojing broke the gong and looked out of the window dejectedly.

She didn't want to admit her fate, but her arm couldn't twist her thigh after all. As long as she moved her finger, she had to go back to Nanyuan.

It's not only a place where people can live, but also a place where they can work. As long as she is the designer and sculptor of Royal ornaments, Leng Yu orders her to go back.

"Baby purple tourmaline, you have done me harm."

If the purple tourmaline cut last night is not broken, will she be able to escape today?

Xu complained a little louder. Holding the steering wheel, he asked through the rearview mirror, "designer Luo, who's going to hurt you?"

"No, No." Stiff pulled to pull a lip Cape, Luo Xiaojing sighed to close a mouth.

The car soon arrives at Nanyuan. Xinyi watches Luo Xiaojing walk into the gate and then leaves. Standing in the living room, Luo Xiaojing listens to the sound of the engine in the yard getting farther and farther away, and looks at Nanyuan where she left for only two days.

No change, no change in any place, she just like a sudden business trip for two days to return home in general, the bottom of her heart was a bit kind.

She missed the soft bed in her room, and now she would like to sink in and relieve the pain of her waist after sleeping in the hard bed all night.

Luo Xiaojing, what do you think? You came back to work!

A voice came out in time to stop her idea of almost giving up her arms, and recited n times that I want to work, I want to work. Luo Xiaojing just stepped up the stairs and walked into the studio.

Sitting in front of the workbench, open the computer, click the mailbox, print out the hand-painted picture of Louis XIV rose she scanned in, and Luo Xiaojing takes it into the carving room.

The carving room hasn't been touched. It's the same as when she left. Even the messy knives and drills are still lying in the tool box, as if waiting for the master's call.

She seems to suddenly become sentimental. She has to admit that she is attached to this place, not only the latest machines and a box full of knives, but also the memories of working here with Dashen.

Luo Xiaojing, would you mind?

At the critical moment, the roar from the bottom of her heart makes her stop the car in time, take a few deep breaths, and calm her heart, which is about to accelerate. Luo Xiaojing gets up and puts her work clothes on her body.

Yesterday, the purple tourmaline selected in the mining standard room was brought here again. Luo Xiaojing took out one of them and dipped it in water to see the crystal with a strong light.

Luo Xiaojing did the same step tens of thousands of times, but this time she was extremely careful, for fear of missing any flaw, crack or pit.

After confirming n times, she took out the oil pen and began to sketch the outline on the purple tourmaline.

This piece of purple tourmaline is more suitable for carving her Louis XIV rose than the one broken last night. Therefore, Luo Xiaojing is more careful than last night. Ten minutes is enough for sketching the outline, but this time she spent 20 minutes.

After sketching, Luo Xiaojing turns on the machine.

She sat down slowly, holding the purple tourmaline material to stick to the sharp blade of the cutter. When the purple tourmaline was only 0.01mm short of sticking, her hand suddenly retracted and took the purple tourmaline back into her arms.What should I do? She had a shadow in her heart. Before she cut the knife, her brain burst out of the crisp sound of last night.

Breathe out, the voice still can't shake off.

Luo Xiaojing can't tell exactly what's going on. From the moment she started to take the carving knife, there were 800 pieces of crystal jade that she had carved. But it never made her so insecure and even more afraid.

She was afraid of being broken again. She was afraid of seeing the disappointed expression of the great God. She was even more afraid that the flowers would never be carved.

Putting down the tourmaline, she raised her hands, looked over and over, rubbed the palm of her hand, and then picked up the tourmaline material.

"baby purple, you must awesome today. Please don't break, please."

The prayer before cutting came again. Luo Xiaojing devoutly grasped the purple tourmaline, and then found the right angle to stick to the cutter again.

She held her breath as the sharp knife whirled

Click!

Unexpectedly, just a close, nightmarish sound of fragmentation came again.

Luo Xiaojing, who was stunned for a moment, turned off the switch in a hurry. The broken corner of the purple tourmaline fell to her feet and made a crisp sound.

Why? How could it be broken again?

There is a voice howling at the bottom of her heart. The collapsed Luo Xiaojing begins to doubt life. Two pieces of purple tourmaline are broken when cutting. Her little self-confidence is just like the broken purple tourmaline.

Like frost eggplant, Luo Xiaojing listlessly piles on the chair. She doesn't know what's wrong with it. Is it her mother who doesn't want her to carve flowers?

She knew that she should not have such superstitious thoughts now, but there was no explanation except for this reason.

She was sure that there was no problem with the tourmaline, that there was no defect in the pit, no obvious crack, but it was broken and broken again.

Holding her head in pain, her brain became a mess, and a voice rang out at this time: "Luo Xiaojing, do you want to give up?"