Lao Jiu was in a hurry to report the investigation news to Ye Lancheng and didn't talk to Xiao Shi much. Now that he came out, he patted his shoulder and asked: "Xiao Shi, have you eaten?"
Xiao Shi nodded and replied: "Eat, Brother Jiu, what about you?"
"I had a burger on the way here." Lao Jiu smiled, as if he were his own brother.
Xiao Shi asked him again if he had found anything.
Lao Jiu told him again what he had just said to Ye Lancheng.
"Brother Qi will definitely be able to find out who that person is." After hearing this, Xiao Shi said in a very positive tone, his eyes showing admiration unconsciously. It was obvious that he had blind worship for Brother Qi.
Lao Jiu chuckled lightly and patted him on the back of the head: "You brat, your seventh brother is the only one who's better."
Xiao Shi smiled awkwardly and said: "Brother Ninth is also very powerful. You are all powerful, but I am the stupidest. I only know how to fight."
"It doesn't matter if you're good at fighting, it's a strong point after all." Lao Jiu teased and patted him on the forehead: "Okay, protect the young master, I'll go back first."
Xiao Shi stood up straighter as if he had received a military order.
Lao Jiu laughed and then walked towards the elevator entrance.
In the ward.
After Lao Jiu passed by, An Zhisu felt a little sleepy. He took a breath and planned to take a nap on the sofa, but Ye Lancheng called him to the bed.
She climbed onto the bed cautiously and lay on the edge of the bed, occupying a small position, fearing that she would touch Ye Lancheng's wound.
"Sleeping so far away, do you want to fall off the bed?" Ye Lancheng stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.
An Zhisu quickly stopped him: "No, no, I can't get too close to you. This bed is not as big as ours. If I don't sleep well, I will touch your wounds."
"No." Ye Lancheng was so strong that he ignored her wishes and pulled her into his arms.
An Zhisu didn't dare to resist in his arms and was as honest as a cat.
It was rare for Ye Lancheng to see her be so honest. He smiled softly and pecked her on the forehead: "Go to sleep."
An Zhisu said obediently. At first, she kept her heart in mind, always reminding herself not to move. But gradually, she became more and more sleepy, and she fell asleep unconsciously, relaxing in Ye Lancheng's body.
In my arms, my breathing was shallow and even.
Ye Lancheng tightened his arms slightly: "Sleep well."
He knew that he was injured today, which must have frightened her.
But she didn't know that when he saw her rushing towards the bomb today, his heart almost jumped out of his chest at that moment. In his memory, he had never been afraid even when he was hunted down at a young age.
His little wife never knew how much he liked her.
This idiot, I don't know if he is blind or blind, everyone can see it, but she still wants to ask him.
Ye Lancheng felt that if he died young one day, his wife would definitely be mad at him.
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An Zhisu didn't sleep for too long, but she woke up within an hour. When she woke up, Ye Lancheng was still sleeping. It was probably because of the injury. He slept deeper than usual. An Zhisu came out of his arms.
He got out of bed again, but he wasn't even woken up.
An Zhisu didn't want to bother him. He took his mobile phone, walked out of the ward barefoot, and called Zhao Yu.
"Ms. An." Zhao Yu answered the phone, her voice obviously much lighter than in the morning.
An Zhisu asked: "How is the public opinion situation now?"
"Basically, everyone has turned to us. Thanks to the Shengshi Consortium, this crisis has been resolved without any danger. The studios have resumed normal business, and in the afternoon, there were still people who came here because of their reputation.
Look at the cheongsam." Zhao Yu said to her briskly.
An Zhisu was completely relieved, and his tone became a little more relaxed: "That's good. Please keep an eye on me in the studio. I have to take care of Ye Lancheng. The studio doesn't care much about it. If you need anything, just call me."
Telephone."
Zhao Yu responded: "Okay, Miss An, take care of Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye is a great benefactor of our studio. A few little girls even joked that Mr. Ye saved you. According to the ancient routine, you should treat yourself with your body."
Xu."
An Zhisu's ears turned red, and she felt particularly guilty. She thought that she would have been eaten up by him in return for the promise of her body. In the morning, in order to coax him, she even sacrificed her appearance.
Zhao Yu seemed to be able to see that An Zhisu was shy through the phone, so he smiled and hung up the phone.
After putting down the phone, An Zhisu's ears remained red for a while. It took a while before they returned to their normal fair color, and she returned to the ward quietly.
In the ward, Ye Lancheng was still sleeping on the bed, showing no signs of waking up. An Zhisu walked lightly to sit on the sofa opposite the ward, and his eyes froze when he looked at Ye Lancheng.
Ye Lancheng's appearance is definitely one of the best in a million. No matter from any angle, there are no flaws or blind spots. An Zhisu feels that even if he drools or snores while sleeping, it will not affect his good looks. Some people are born to be like God.
darling.
An Zhisu was mesmerized as he watched it. It took him a while to regain consciousness. His hands itched, he got up and silently came to the bedside and took off the medical record folder hanging on the bedside.
There was a pencil on the table, so she took it over, turned over a blank case paper, and began to draw lightly on the back. Her reference was Ye Lancheng, who was sleeping.
The sleeping Ye Lancheng is undoubtedly the most honest model. He is lying on his side, like a sleeping beauty. The afterglow of the setting sun is refracted through the gaps in the blinds, giving the ward a soft and beautiful light, as beautiful as an oil painting.
.
An Zhisu sometimes raised his head to glance at Ye Lancheng, and sometimes lowered his head to draw a few strokes. In the quiet ward, the sound of rustling painting seemed gentle and pleasant.
An Zhisu's hand is good at drawing design drawings, and sketching is no problem. His skill will never be inferior to that of any street painting artist. In almost an hour, a simple and complex sketch appeared on the blank medical record book.
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The simple thing is that all the characters and objects in the painting are sketched out in plain writing. The complicated thing is that she drew everything she could see in her field of vision on a small piece of paper.
From the hospital bed under Ye Lancheng, to the cabinet beside the bed, to an apple on the cabinet and a water glass, everything she could see from this position was vividly displayed on the paper.
An Zhisu looked at the painting she had drawn out of interest, and suddenly had a new idea. She thought that she might be able to make this painting into embroidery, and she would definitely be able to make it very beautiful.
As soon as the idea came to her, she didn't hesitate. She immediately laid the painting flat, turned on the camera on her mobile phone, adjusted the focus, and took a high-definition photo. After taking the photo, she imported it into a photo installed on her mobile phone.
In the PS software, I started to color this sketch, all according to the original colors of all the items in the ward, bit by bit, extremely and patiently.