Luo Su was shocked in front of the screen: Oh no! Why is his brother still playing with his phone at this time? Doesn't he have a nightlife?
It's a grain of millet: [Haha, brother, are you here? Where's Brother Lin?]
Duan Yunqi: [Falling asleep]
Luo Su realized that it was not that there was no nightlife, but that the battle was over. Poor Brother Lin.
But what made Luo Su even more sad was that two minutes had already passed and he couldn't withdraw!
It's a grain of millet: [Brother, can you just pretend you didn't see it?]
Duan Yunqi: [...]
Duan Yunqi: [What do you think?]
It's a grain of millet: [I'm asleep, good night, brother! ]
...
The next day, when Qi Hengshu was perfecting his design in his new office, there was a sudden knock on his office door.
"Come in." Qi Hengshu said without even raising his head.
"Oh, are you busy?" Luo Su, who was dressed in a suit and tie, greeted him.
He was dressed completely differently from yesterday.
If Luo Su looked like a scoundrel who did not do his job yesterday, today he is a handsome and shrewd businessman.
Qi Hengshu nodded, without stopping his work, and invited him to come in and sit down.
"Forget about sitting down. I'm here just to tell you that I'll be away on business for a while. Remember to treat me to a meal when you come back." Luo Su smiled.
Hearing that Luo Su was going out, Qi Hengshu stopped what he was doing, then looked up at him. Eating was a small problem, but why was he going on a business trip at this time?
"Where are you going?" Qi Hengshu asked.
"You should be familiar with it, New Village in City C." Luo Su replied.
Qi Hengshu was indeed familiar with the place because that was where he accidentally discovered the new fabric, but why did Luo Su go there?
As if seeing Qi Hengshu's doubt, Luo Su nodded: "Yes, it's the reason you thought. Go buy some fabric for our great designer."
Qi Hengshu's cheeks felt a little hot when he said this.
Qi Hengshu embarrassedly fanned his face with his hands: "Don't say that to me, it's too embarrassing!"
Luo Su didn't think he was wrong. He raised his eyebrows and praised Qi Hengshu: "Don't be shy, be more confident. If it weren't for those two idiots suppressing you, you would have been famous a long time ago. There are many designers in our design department who want to meet you!"
The more he talked, the more ashamed Qi Hengshu felt. He lowered his head and raised his hands, crossing them: "Please, stop talking."
He is the kind of person who can't stand being praised by others. The more others praise him in person, the more ashamed he feels.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Luo Su raised his hands in surrender, then made a zipper gesture with his mouth to indicate that he would stop talking.
Qi Hengshu then raised his head and looked at him again: "How long will you be gone?"
"It may take more than a month." Luo Su said.
"So long?"
Luo Su nodded: "After all, we still need to build a factory there. Don't worry, I will send someone to deliver the fabrics. I will not delay your sample making."
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