She tugged at Su Han's arm. Her strength in panic almost didn't turn him over. Su Han held his hand firmly: "I don't want to drive you away. You should leave the studio and do what you should do."

"I don't have much to do. All I have to do is finish a few finished and just received customizations." Luo Xiaojing doesn't want to go. Even if he does, he is not going at this time.

The four seasons of Royal ornaments make the studio always in a state of lack of people. If she goes now, it's hard to say that it's ungrateful.

"Xiaojing, listen to me." Su Han heavily pinched the wine glass, "just give a few finishing customization to Zhouzhou. You can also complete Mr. Duan's customization independently. You don't have to worry about the contract you signed with Mr. Duan. He just changed the place of work, and Mr. Duan won't care. "

Su Han has already made plans for Luo Xiaojing. In other words, it's not his decision to let Luo Xiaojing leave the studio because he has drunk too much.

"But..."

"The only thing that worries me is the media that's staring at you." Su Han said to himself, "no matter what I say or what you say, it will be written by some malicious and unscrupulous media that you want to leave the studio on your own."

"So I can't leave now."

Su Han shook his head: "but you have been tempered by the media. It's a drizzle for you."

Luo Xiaojing

Depressed poured a big mouthful of sake, she just calmed down a little bit: "Miss Su, my wings are not hard yet, you now let me go out to fly, I will fall dead."

"Modesty is good, but over modesty is bad for you." As long as it's decided by Su Han, no one can change or persuade him, "the studio takes up too much of your energy, let alone make you have no time to prepare for the sculpture studio, which is the sculpture competition. You can't devote yourself to it. If you want to do something well, you have to give up something. "

Luo Xiaojing knows the truth, but she doesn't want to abandon Su Han's carving studio.

"I'm forcing you and myself. If you're always in my studio, you won't dare to try. I'll be dependent and stagnant. Xiaojing, have you ever thought of such a day when I will continue to compete with you cutting-edge sculptors? "

For this reason, Luo Xiaojing knows that she has to leave the studio. It's not tuanjian, but the meal of breaking up. It's su Han who, with the strength of wine, says what he wants to say but doesn't know how to express it.

Even if Luo Xiaojing had been ready to leave the studio, he would not have thought that this day would come so soon.

Her chest seemed to be blocked by something. She raised her glass to Su Han: "Miss Su, thank you for taking care of me during this period of time."

"Thank you until you get a prize back. Oh, by the way, I'm not going to tell the sculptors in the studio that you left the studio. Although I drove you away in disguise, they would have to guess."

With that, Su Han kowtowed his glass, and the sculptors looked for their voices. He cleared his voice and said, "don't you all forget my younger martial sister? I'm the only old man to talk with her."

Su Han made such a fuss that all the sculptors came to her with cups in their hands. She knows Su Han's conscience, but she really can't resist this situation.

Fortunately, under the supervision of Su Han, all the elder martial brothers just talk about life and ideals with her. No one dares to let her drink a few mouthfuls, and the topic gradually deviates. However, Luo Xiaojing can pick it up. In the laughter, Fang Xinya in the corner slowly stands up and turns out of the box.

Clear conversation and laughter spread out through the closed door. Fang Xinya clenched her teeth, and her brow was filled with resentment of being ignored.

"Smart watch, it's really green tea."

Thinking of Luo Xiaojing and Su Han sitting alone and chatting, Fang Xinya, who is dazed by jealousy, squeezes out a few words viciously. She should be su Han's closest person. She should also be preferred by the equation and Su Han. Why should Luo Xiaojing?

Because she's the sculptor?

"What's so great about Luo Rou's daughter? It's disgusting to eat her mother's human blood steamed bread."

Fang Xinya is not willing to spit at the door. Her dissatisfaction with Luo Xiaojing is not one day or two. She thinks that Luo Xiaojing, who relies on luck, will not be able to hop for a few days. But I didn't expect that Luo Xiaojing was just like playing the game of eating stars with rockets. He opened the plug-in and threw her farther and farther away.

Full of designers, full of sculptors, the daughter of sculptor Luo Rou

One by one titles, one by one custom-made customers, Duan Zhenghao, who was unable to come down to the stage by her in public, did not know how many times he visited. Leng Yu's second uncle also asked Luo Xiaojing to carve by himself. Su han paid more and more attention to her. A dining group in the studio built a special show for Luo Xiaojing, and everyone around her.

"Younger martial sister?" Fang Xinya held her shoulder and sneered, "do you think you can really hold my younger martial sister's thigh? It's strange that she can look up to you. Her eyes have already gone to heaven. "

Luo Xiaojing seems to have become a group favorite, which makes Fang Xinya even more resentful. On her appearance, she admits that she is not inferior to the other half of the women. Usually in the studio, she also deliberately pretends to be the kind of woman that men like. But why, why, when Luo Xiaojing comes out, the focus will automatically shift?Fang Xinya is more and more angry. She stomps her feet and turns around, trying to go outside to blow the wind. She doesn't want the door of the box next door to be pushed open. The woman who comes out makes her feel stunned.

"Miss Duan, go back and let others see you with me. It's not good."

Flattering girl sounds familiar. Fang Xinya immediately recognizes that the woman she came out of is the one she met outside jingsongfang store, and says that Luo Xiaojing owes her money.

"He'll come to you sooner or later. You know what to say then?"

Another familiar female voice rings out, and Jiao Li's figure flashes out. Fang Xinya doesn't have to identify it. This is a period of time when she has been trapped in the risk of recognition.

"I know, I'll not only say, I have evidence." Luo Meili accompanied with a smile, eccentric smile, with the pleasure of revenge back immediately, "little bitch hurt me in prison, I can't make her better."

"The timing is important." Duan Qingyan dragged a long tail sound, raised her chin and squinted at her, "also, don't let the little bitch know that you're out, or we all have no good fruit to eat."

"Don't worry, I will keep it well."

Duan Qingyan nods and looks around intentionally when he closes the door. Luo Meili also wants to leave at this time. Their eyes happen to fall on Fang Xinya, who is standing on one side and hesitates to hide but doesn't.