After wearing the book, I took the heroine script

Chapter 9

RIVER.

The signature is unrestrained and unrestrained, and the pressure simulated by the stylus left a dot at the end, as if the author really wrote pen on this poster, and the ink blotted out a small dot.

Jiang Miao's eyes paused briefly on the five curly English letters, and said softly, "I like his style."

After speaking for a long time, Duan Han was still waiting for his next words, but he couldn't help being a little surprised that he didn't wait for a long time.

Those who can recognize the painter's style at a glance are half insiders even if they are not colleagues. When he asked Jiang Miao's opinion on Kimi just now, although Jiang Miao's answer was more reserved, he could easily feel his preference.

But for river, Jiang Miao simply said that he likes it.

Duan Han was thoughtful, and wisely didn't ask any more questions.

"You saved his work on purpose because compared to Kimi, his style is more to your liking?" Jiang Miao said, after seeing Duan Han nod, he said, "I advise you to Don't think about it."

Duan Han raised his eyebrows.

"river and his team terminated the contract, and he quit the circle more than two years ago." Jiang Miao said lightly, "his Weibo has not been updated, as long as he doesn't want to, no one can contact him." he."

"Retreat?"

Duan Han is in charge of a game company, and his subordinates are in charge of various departments such as planning, original painting, modeling, finance, etc., so it is really impossible to learn some information comprehensively. River is the poster he saw when he participated in the fruit press conference before. After several tosses on Baidu Maps, he found the artist. Before he had time to contact him, he suddenly got bad news from Jiang Miao.

The painter who was finally found quit the circle, which means that the draft of the person will continue to be postponed.

He couldn't help but feel a headache, "Why? Compared with others, this line of work is harder and requires a longer period of silence. After finally getting to the present level, why did you suddenly quit the circle?"

"...There are so many reasons." Jiang Miao said vaguely, "It may be involuntary, or it may be retiring from the circle to recharge now."

Duan Han snorted, and suddenly changed the subject, "You are also an art student, right? What major did you study before?"

"Uh." Jiang Miao thought for a while, "I major in traditional Chinese painting."

This is not a lie. He has been learning Chinese painting from his grandfather since he was a child. After his grandfather passed away, he transferred to an art student in high school. Since then, he has rarely touched Chinese painting. Only occasionally when he is too busy and needs to hang paintings for the decoration of a friend’s new house Only then will you make two strokes.

Duan Han smiled, as if he hadn't expected it.

In fact, in many people's minds, the old-fashioned impression of Chinese painting is still at the stage of Qi Baishi's "Drunken Shrimp". It is indeed very rare for young people to like and be willing to learn Chinese painting. In China with a large population base, it is indeed very rare.

"There are very few people around me who learn painting." He said, "let alone learn Chinese painting. It is indeed difficult to go out to work with a bachelor's degree. Have you ever thought about taking the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Duan Han himself is a member of the 985211 college. He went abroad to study in Cambridge in his senior year. His diploma and resume are very important in his hands. He is the best among the rich second generation.

People with higher education levels understand the importance of education and reading more.

However, Jiang Miao just laughed it off, "I passed the exam, but I failed."

He looked around, put the contract on the tea table, got up and said to Duan Han, "I'll pour some water and wash the dishes, Mr. Duan, would you like something to drink?"

"No, there's Red Bull in the fridge, I'll just drink that."

The topic was interrupted suddenly, how could Duan Han not understand the meaning of his avoidance, "Then I will go back to the study to work first, you should rest early after a busy day."

"it is good."

Jiang Miao squeezed a lump of dishwashing liquid into the sink, subconsciously glanced at her wrist when rubbing it away, and sighed softly.

At the same time, Duan Han who was behind him went up the stairs and paused again, then walked down slowly as if remembering something.

"That's right." He snapped open the top of the can, and the cold liquid made a sizzling sound when it touched the air.

He said, "You don't need to call me Mr. Duan from now on."

In fact, everyone in the company called him that, but when Jiang Miao said these two words, he seemed to become very vulgar. Every time he called him more, it seemed that he was close to becoming a 40-year-old man with a fat head and big ears. The upstart old man is one step closer...

It made his scalp tingle, and he always wanted to look through his ID card to figure out his real age.

Duan Han has always felt that he is not afraid of the old and refuses to accept the old, but when he is really with students who are several years younger than him, he unconsciously feels a little bit of panic.

Jiang Miao: "???"

There's something wrong. If it's not Mr. Duan, what is it called?

He scratched his head, "Then, what should I call you in the future?"

"It's fine as long as you say it."

Of course Duan Han couldn't figure it out, if he could figure it out, he wouldn't have answered like that.

He added, "Anything."

Jiang Miao: "..."

There is a cold joke, the most gentle woman in the world is also born with a trick to smash a man: whatever.

However, Duan Han is not a woman, nor is she the most gentle, she is Party A.

Calling him a big name doesn't seem to be that respectful, and calling him a small name doesn't seem to be that close. I don't want to be called Mr. Duan, and I can't be called Xiao Duan. It sounds like I think I'm the boss.

The current Party A is too difficult to serve. Do you want him to call him dad?

……

dry.

·

After signing the contract, Jiang Miao finally settled down in the Duan family.

Since chatting with Duan Han about some fine arts that day, and telling him that he was a student of traditional Chinese painting, he had to call the butler again, and conveniently made up a relatively complete academic history for himself, and asked the butler to follow it. Help him create a fake certificate.

The housekeeper saw that the major of the lady's writing was Chinese painting. She had never touched paints and brushes since she was a child. After thinking about it, she suddenly smiled, "Miss, is the friend you live with also engaged in art?"

...Running a game company can be regarded as engaging in art, right?

It seems that their company has recently cooperated with several major museums to develop a national treasure decryption and collection game. He heard Duan Han say that it seems to be a cultural and creative project.

Jiang Miao thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "Well, it should be."

No wonder.

No wonder I suddenly made up an identity for myself as an art student. It is estimated that the little object is studying music or dancing. Since ancient times, when it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everyone is engaged in art to have a common language.

The housekeeper nodded with satisfaction, "Miss, you should take a good surprise tutoring, and then draw a picture for others to hang on the wall when the painting looks good... By the way, miss, do you want me to find you a reliable one?" art teacher?"

"No, no, no, don't worry!" Jiang Miao's head grew dizzy after hearing her talk, "And why should I draw for him..."

"During this period of time, you ate and drank at someone's house, why don't you give him a gift to express your gratitude?" The housekeeper laughed at his aunt just now, but now he immediately turned into an ant on the pot.

The lady is also true, how can you not pick up a girl? ?

She taught carefully, "Didn't you write that you are a Chinese painting student? If you draw a picture of Fuchun Mountain Dwelling with your own hands and give it to others as a gift, the little girl will cry..."

Jiang Miao: "???"

What little girl?Why paint by hand and give gifts?

Butler, do you know what you are talking about? If I have the ability to draw a picture of living in Fuchun Mountain, I will also be a nanny for others...

Complaining in her heart, Jiang Miao quickly found a reason to refuse, "Forget it, the rich and powerful are not bad for my painting, I might as well buy an authentic Picasso as a gift."

"How can you say that!"

The butler said that this is really the first time for Miss to chase someone. Girls have the most delicate thoughts. Of course, the gift she bought and the gift she made by herself seem to be more sincere. Why can't this silly child change his mind bend to...

"Miss, you live at a friend's place and accept the things made by others. Buy some perfume and other things, pack them together and send them over, and then write a small card and give them to others."

Jiang Miao: "...Handwork?"

And perfume, would Duan Han like perfume? ?

"That's right, aren't you a female worker who has been studying for a while before? The purse I made last time is still kept at home. I think it is also very good."

Jiang Miao: I don't think I can.

But what the butler said made sense, there was no need for Duan Han to bring him back, let alone such a high salary.Food and housing are included, and there is a fixed monthly living expenses for the family, so you don't have to pay for it yourself.

To be honest, if Duan Han didn't think he was a man, Jiang Miao would have thought she was being adopted.

Don't think about hand-made works, he doesn't have the patience to toss a little bit.Painting is fine, but perfume... Jiang Miao has never smelled strong perfume at Duan's house, but every morning when he goes to Duan Han's room to get the laundry basket, he can indeed smell a faint fragrance.

Although I don't know where it came from, but at least it means that Duan Han doesn't reject such things as incense, right?

And maybe it will be used when attending high-end occasions?

The weekend is just around the corner...

He hung up the phone, and after hesitating for a long time, he opened Baidu search on the tablet.

·

As soon as Duan Han got off work on Friday, he received a call from Ms. Xu.

The moment he saw the caller ID, the air pressure on his body dropped several degrees.

As soon as the connection was made, Ms. Xu's voice rang in her ears, "Should you go home for dinner this weekend?"

Duan Han stood in the parking lot, the surroundings were so empty that even the slightest noise would be loudly played.

His voice was very low, "I don't have time this week, and the company has to work overtime."

"Okay." Ms. Xu curves to save the country, "Then I'll go to the company to see you, and we will lay the floor with you."

Duan Han stopped talking.

Shallow breathing sounds flowed between the currents.

He was silent for a long time, pressed his temple and said, "There are only two days of rest in total, and you have worked hard for a week. I will make trouble for you when I go back. Why bother?"

"You listen to our words and come back and continue to be your general manager. If we each take a step back, there will be no such blockage?" Ms. Xu said in a calm tone, "I have investigated your small company, Duan Han, do you really think you are Will it develop better there than in this department?"

Duan Han didn't want to answer at all.

In fact, he talked to his mother about this topic many times, and once told her that this is the career he wants to do, and it has nothing to do with whether he can get more benefits.

However, Ms. Xu seems to be a goldfish brain, and forget it after she finished speaking, and she has to bring up the old things again every time.Over time, even the best temper will be smoothed out.

Ms. Xu was still chattering in his ear, "I really don't understand what you are doing there. If you think you want to start from scratch, wouldn't it be better to merge the company into our headquarters to make sub-products? Sharing resources with the headquarters..."

Duan Han silently moved the phone away, raised his arm in the air for two to three minutes, and waited until the voice in the microphone gradually faded away, then he took it back again.

"Okay, I know you will never listen to what I say." Ms. Xu rarely felt a sense of frustration, but this feeling was fleeting, "You don't listen to me about the company, what about the marriage? Engaged, but..."

But there has never been a formal engagement wedding.

As long as it is not made public, there is always room for regret.

Ms. Xu always worries about this, but Duan Han is most taboo about two topics, one is marriage and the other is work. She finally made a phone call today, and she can't step on both of them at once.

She relaxed her request, "You and Ms. Jiang haven't met yet. I have an appointment with Aunt Jiang. I will ask you to make an appointment for dinner at six o'clock tomorrow night. You can just see if it is the type you like. That's all right. Right? It’s just a meeting, nothing else.”

Duan Han didn't want to agree at all, he was annoyed when he heard the words Miss Jiang now.

A rich daughter who had never met before and didn't understand at all, he knew what kind of temperament the other party was about by thinking about it with his toes.

But if he doesn't agree this time, Ms. Xu might pester him for a week.

"It's just a meal." He had a cold face, as if he was about to drop ice scum, "Business cooperation, you'd better not give me extra tasks like watching movies and dating..."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying and crying."