QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (1)

Note: Danmei= BL/Boy's Love/Yaoi

"Fenghua, this is the personal design for this publication. You can send it to me after you draw it."

In the dark room, only the computer screen was shining brightly. A woman with short hair, with Erlang's legs tilted, with a chocolate bar in her mouth, crackled on the keyboard and replied, "Are you in a hurry?"

Soon, the other side replied: "Worry, it will be at the end of this month."

She fluffed up her short hair, raised a fishy smile at the corner of her mouth, and continued to say in the computer's penguin window: "Then send me a picture of you."

On the other end, Zhou Jinyuan curled his eyebrows, knowing that this was an old problem and committed it again.

Fenghua is a hot-handed illustrator nowadays, whether it is ancient or modern, whether it is fantasy or realism, as long as she can think of it, she can draw the best form.

With such a talent, some quirks are also normal, but the key is that her quirks are not other, just rot.

It was a mess, and Jane couldn't wait to arrange another man to another person until she saw a man.

In addition to the name Fenghua, she has another name, the meat ball of the corrupt world, who is good at flirting in various scenes.

Become the first person in the world of rot painting with his hot and bold style of painting.

He knew that because of an accidental opportunity, Fenghua didn't know where he saw his picture, so he asked when he asked her to paint.

Ask him to provide a selfie of him, as long as he gives a selfie, just draw it.

No?

Then don't draw.

The capriciousness is extreme! It happened that the contract between her and the company only stated that there was a stipulation about how many paintings should be drawn each year, and there was no designation of the person and object, so he could not do anything about her.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"If you don't give it, don't paint, or give it?" Through the computer, Zhou Jinyuan could think of what it looked like over there.

The woman hiding behind the computer must have a smile on her lips.

"...Did you use my photos as a prototype?" Zhou Jinyuan had to think more about her frequent requests for his photos during this period of time.

I really can't believe her.

Song Tingyu was playing with a pencil in her hand, and seeing the reply was a joy. She deliberately waited for a while, feeling that the people on the other end were almost forced, and then slowly began to answer: "No."

The strategy this time is quite interesting, at least Song Tingyu thinks so.

There is no intrigue, no chaos in love, just two interesting souls.

If Zhou Jinyuan believed in Song Tingyu's mouth, he would really not be the editor-in-chief.

He twisted his eyebrows and snapped: "Fenghua, stop making trouble. This is an urgent matter. This book will be published soon."

Song Tingyu rolled her eyes and became even more interested.

"You send me your picture, and I will tell you what I did with your picture."

This time Zhou Jinyuan answered faster, almost in the blink of an eye: "Okay."

After speaking, a photo appeared in front of Song Tingyu's computer. The person in the photo, with sharp black hair and a tall nose with gold glasses, is very serious.

"Say it."

Song Tingyu tilted her head, chuckled softly, and replied, "I used you to commit adultery! Do you believe it?"

Zhou Jinyuan stared at the word obscenity in a daze, feeling her temples jumping suddenly.

Song Tingyu continued: "Why do you only post on your face every time, it looks so beautiful to post like before."

In this case, she could not only see the face, but also the beauty of the body.

She is a carnivore, and looking at her face can't satisfy her.

Zhou Jinyuan rubbed her forehead and took a sip of water angrily. There was light flashing on the translucent lens, she calmed down, her black eyes were dark.

"Okay, you can paint." He was afraid that if he kept asking, he would not be able to keep his calm.

Song Tingyu pursed her lips. Why did she persuade him just now?

"Don't want to know what I am obsessed with?"

The answer over there is simple and clear: "I don't want to."

Instinctively told him that it would be better if she didn't know what she wanted. He is a straight man who respects but does not approve of corrupt culture.

The thought that he was regarded as the object of adultery was very uncomfortable for him.

Song Tingyu squeezed her face and said with a smile: "I didn't use you as a prototype, I just think you are handsome."

In the dark, late night, there was something that was suddenly out of place.

It's hard to let people not think more.

Zhou Jinyuan narrowed her narrow eyes slightly, and pushed her glasses: "Fenghua, are you screaming with me?"

"Do not, if yes, just speak well. "

Why are they two interesting souls? Song Tingyu touched her lips, licking her fragrant tongue lightly.

Isn't it fun for two walking hormones to be together?

Zhou Jinyuan is not a man as delicate and polite as he looks, but in the novel, he is a perfect lover.

It is a lover, not a partner.

There is interest and ability, but there is no calm heart.

If he added some women to him, it would be a proper small stallion, or the kind that can make people love and be intoxicated.

It's just that he is also demanding, and it is still difficult for ordinary people to hook up with such a top quality.

Not to mention, the original owner itself is also a small best.

He has short, dark green hair, a slender body, and white milky skin. Although he does not have a big breast, he has a small buttocks and a slender waist that is not full of a grip.

Delicate and with a little evil face, like a little devil, always calculating.