The black chicken sent a very shocked expression.

[Black Chicken: ((ΩДΩ)) Boss, no, what big thing happened?]

[Nothing, this recipe cannot be used for lm now.]

Qianmiao has always been very strict with his own works.

She can write a unique fragrance exclusive formula in minutes, but it may not necessarily be enabled.

Often, after losing dozens or even hundreds of scrap manuscripts, one will be selected and put into mass production.

This time, the main new products of LM's new season are still completed by her alone. The R&D department will continue to develop a series of auxiliary products based on the final results she gave, based on the already set tone.

So, the R&D department has been waiting for her.

She had already written the recipe, but she had never given it to the black chicken.

I planned to give it to him in the next two days, but now I change my mind temporarily.

[Black Chicken: Is there any better inspiration? Do you want to throw this away?]

【no.】

Black Chicken didn't dare to continue asking more questions.

The boss gives the order and just do it.

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In the evening, a scent of food was melted into the air, and a scent of pigments was melted into the Dongyuan.

Qianmiao set up a drawing board in the yard and painted in the yard.

It has been half a year since I last painted this kind of oil painting.

However, she was not at all unfamiliar. Her strokes seemed random and chaotic, but in fact, every stroke fell to the exact position.

After a while, the sky spread out by the sunset in the distance was perfectly copied into the painting by her.

A tall figure was walking towards her, her steps were very light, afraid of disturbing her.

When he came behind her, he stood quietly without making a sound.

When he got back here, he even breathed comfortably.

There is no trace of business trouble here.

Appreciating paintings and people, in the quiet time and space, he quickly relaxes to the most comfortable state.

Looking at the painting, a sense of familiarity flashed through his mind quickly.

Qianmiao seemed to notice him, and his hand paused and did not look back.

Seeing that he was discovered, he spoke out: "I learned it very much."

Qianmiao looked back: "Hmm?"

Feng Xian came to the painting board, stared at the painting with his eyes down, and said, "The style and color matching style are the same as Su Yanluo, and he can distort the real ones with fakes."

Qianmiao paused slightly, looked at other places, put down her brush, and suddenly said, "What's going on in your company?"

Feng Xian suddenly bent down and leaned over to stare at her face.

"Little Cat Cat." There was light in his eyes, and a faint smile melted in the light.

Qianmiao was stunned, then followed his gaze and touched his cheeks, which were wet. He looked down at his fingers and saw the red and yellow color.

Feng Xian wiped off the paint on her face little by little, and the force was very light and soft.

"It's okay, just go and wash later." She said.

Then, look at him seriously: "I heard that next week will be a new product launch conference. Do you have time?"

Feng Xian was surprised that she would ask this question, straightened up and said, "It's too late."

His expression was peaceful, even relaxed.

It seems that what I say is not "it's too late", but "it's too late".

"What are you going to do?"

Finishing the string and pulling the lips: "Let it go."

"Oh...that's just that I don't need it, right?"

Feng Xian paused: "You want to help me?"

Qianmiao sat on the rocking chair, shaking back and forth, and said casually: "My master gave up."
Chapter completed!