Chapter 72 The Little Dog Full of Tension

At this moment, Shu Qing wanted to die right where he was.

He stammered, not knowing what he was saying, “Ah, no, I didn't, I wasn't..."

Bo Jingxing has already returned the phone to Yaya, “Ms. Liu has recovered well and will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Yaya: …

Who is Miss Liu?

Oh yes, her name is Liu Meiya, Miss Liu is calling her!

With a face full of embarrassment, he quickly took the phone, hung up the call, and gritted his teeth to make amends, “Um, Doctor Bo...is there a possibility that we are talking about someone else?"

other people?

Bo Jingxing paused as he was about to leave, “Miss Liu means that Miss Shu discussed with you about another man, waist and kidneys?"

Yaya: …

He slapped himself on the face, “I was wrong, Dr. Bo."

Just let her be struck by lightning, the more you say, the more wrong you are, that's not what she meant at all.

But Bo Jingxing was gone.

Yaya felt terrible... This Doctor Bo seemed to be really hard to deal with. She didn't know what would happen to her best friend after she returned home today!

Oh! Oh!

Cover your face!

It was all her fault for talking nonsense...but she didn't dare to admit her mistake to her best friend for fear of being scolded.

Forget it, forget it, my best friend or something, at most I’ll be tormented to the point of being unable to get out of bed, it’s no big deal, nothing to worry about.

Shu Qing had no idea that after the call was hung up, Yaya had caused her trouble again. If she had known... she wouldn't even want to eat lunch.

"Qingqing, I can eat lunch in the hospital. Don't send it to me."

The phone dinged and Yaya sent a message.

She thought about it. She had agreed to deliver the meal, but suddenly changed her mind?

I didn’t call, I just typed a message and sent it, “?”

Yaya immediately replied, “!”

oh!

It seems that there is really no need to send it.

Shu Qing is sometimes quite lazy. Since she doesn't have to go to the hospital, she thinks about finishing the manuscript she started yesterday.

The money is not much, but for her now, it is really urgent.

WeChat flashed.

Ding Ke: [Sister Shu, how is yesterday's drawing going?]

The young man was half lying on the sofa holding a mobile phone.

The boy, who is just in his early twenties, has a handsome face, the delicacy of a puppy, a muscular body, and full of sexual tension.

Little boys like this usually know how to relax and work at the right time and have excellent physical strength.

Next to him was the family’s servant… The servant was cleaning the house and looking at the young man on the sofa, she couldn’t help but blush as well.

Half-jokingly, he said, "Mr. Ding, if I were a dozen years younger, you would be my favorite."

Ding Ke looked at her and said, "Sister Wang, but I don't like you!"

Sister Wang: …

You don't have to say this, it's heartbreaking.

Ding Ke kept staring at his phone, but Shu Qing didn't respond.

He felt a little irritated for some reason. He looked at the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. Could it be that she hadn't gotten up yet? Or was she cooking and didn't see his message?

I was thinking about something and was about to send another message when Shu Qing replied: [I was busy just now and didn’t see it. The draft is being processed and will probably be submitted in the afternoon.]

Ding Ke breathed a sigh of relief, tapped his finger slightly, and directly changed the name of the note to Shu Qing: My favorite white bird.

After thinking about it, this note still couldn't express his love.

Changed the name again: Baby.

Although it’s vulgar, it’s great.

Ok, deal.

Shu Qing was concentrating on drawing the draft.

When she worked, she had no idea of the passage of time.

It was not until after lunch, at three o'clock in the afternoon, that she put down her pen.

Then he stretched his stiff back, stood up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. After satisfying his stomach, he came back to revise the draft, and when he felt there was no problem with it, he sent it out.

At this time, the mobile phone kept flashing on the desktop.

She tilted her head to look over and opened the messages. Some of them were sent by Gu Shaoqiang, and the other two were sent by the sponsor who had just received the draft.

She ignored Gu Shaoqiang and directly opened the message from the sponsor: [White Bird, I am very satisfied with your drawing, but some details need to be adjusted. Is it convenient for us to meet? ]

Shu Qing has always been rigorous about his work.

She glanced at the time and saw it was three o'clock in the afternoon, so she replied: [OK, see you at the cafe at four o'clock.]

The other party sent the address and she replied to confirm.

The coffee shop was not far away. It was the same shop I had visited before when I met fans like Dink.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Shu Qing arrived on time and found a seat according to the seat. Not long after, a middle-aged man with a big belly came in. When he saw Shu Qing, he was shocked, “Are you Bai Niao? The female cartoonist who is famous on the Internet?"

I never expected that she would be so beautiful.

Shu Qing didn’t really like the way this man looked at her… It was wandering and full of greed, and when his eyes fell on her, it was as if he wanted to strip all her clothes off.

She sat stiffly, keeping a safe distance from them, and smiled patiently, "I don't deserve to be a cartoonist, but my friends are kind enough to do me a favor. I wonder if Mr. Jin thinks there's anything wrong with the previous draft? I can change it on the spot."

The middle-aged man's surname is Jin.

Hearing this, he immediately retracted his revealing gaze, put on a serious look and said, "It's like this, Ms. Bai. The beauty I want is the kind that is naked, especially the private parts, which must be visible in every detail... I am not satisfied with the kind of clothes you painted. Otherwise, Ms. Bai, you can help me paint another one? Or, Ms. Bai, you can paint a self-portrait of yourself, and I can pay a high price for it!"