Chapter 3452: Lie down on his camp bed obediently

After all, Gong Qing actually put the President and others in the meeting room and went to the bathroom by himself!
If you dare to pee at the President's meeting, Gong Qing is probably the only one in the world.
As soon as Gong Qing left the door of the conference room, Ouyang Qian, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him: "Chief, what's your order?"
He also carefully brought a cup of tea that Gong Qing usually likes to drink.
The tea at the Presidential Palace was full of red ginseng. It was too hot and Gong Qing was not used to drinking it.
Gongqing's ginseng tea uses wild American ginseng, which is light and delicious and replenishing the body.
Gong Qing irritably took a sip of ginseng tea and asked, "Is there anything urgent to report to the base?"
Ouyang Qian's face was as usual, and she said lightly: "No."
Gong Qing's thin lips moved, and wanted to ask her if Adjutant Lu had conveyed Song Song's news, but he endured it and didn't ask.
Presumably a stupid woman should be lying on his camp bed obediently and painting, right?
She usually lives in her own home, and she can't bear to turn on the lights at night. She feels so distressed that the electricity bill is so little. Now living in his house is a waste of waste. She turns on the lights to paint every night.
This prodigal lady, must go back to ask her for some "electricity bills" at night!
Thinking about it, Gong Qing couldn't help showing a touch of tenderness on his face.
Damn, I can’t wait to finish this shabby meeting quickly, and go home and sleep with the woman in my arms!
Putting down the teacup, he walked to the toilet.
Behind her, Ouyang Qian looked incredulously at the touch of tenderness that Gong Qing had just revealed unconsciously.
She opened her mouth wide, thinking that there was a problem with her eyes.

Inside the United Bookstore.
Song Song looked at Fang Yiru who came by, feeling a little nervous.
This is her predecessor, and a pivotal predecessor in the comics circle.
Holding her comic book, Fang Yiru, like Qin Weiwei, came to teach her to get out of the comics circle?
As Fang Yiru approached step by step, Song Song's body also showed a defensive posture.
Unconsciously, his back was tense, and his fingers gripped the skirt.
After all, when she first entered this circle, she saw too many ugly faces, and her defensive heart had gradually deepened.
However, Fang Yiru walked up to her, and when he spoke, his voice was unexpected, elegant and pleasant.
"Song Song, I read your book and the painting is very good. When my colleague mentioned you before, I just have a rough impression and I have never read your book. Miss Nalan asked me to come today. I was thinking Give her face, just sit down and leave. Unexpectedly, your book amazed me and kept me."
Song Song's eyes widened in surprise.
what?
Did she hear me right?
Fang Yiru stayed because of her paintings. Didn't she leave in a swarm like those reporters?
This was so sudden that Song Song opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, but said in embarrassment, "Thank you, painter Fang..."
"Just call me Sister Yiru." Fang Yiru was very kind, without airs, and said in good form, "I came to tell you that I found something Qiu Yingying didn't have in your painting..."
Song Song suddenly interrupted her apologetically: "Sister Yiru, what are you talking about? You mean, believe me to be original, is Qiu Yingying plagiarizing?"
Fang Yiru nodded: "Well, only an experienced painter can see it. I have been drawing cartoons for 20 years, and I can see that there is a soul in your paintings, and Qiu Yingying's painters have their own appearances. The soul of the painter! This is the biggest difference between you. It is also the key to judge the original plagiarism. Because a painter with a soul is impossible to copy a rigid and soulless painter, that is a step backwards! You don’t have to this way!"