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"You mean that... Forget it, when he's young and growing, it's okay to treat him to a meal. " Ling Nan pretended to wave her hand magnanimously, but because she was holding the box in one hand and her mother in the other, this gesture was really not very free and easy.

Han Shanglu laughed and cut her short: "I heard you ate more than me."

"Chairman Han, if you say that, I won't be able to accept." Ling Nan gave two awkward laughs. "It's rare for me to show such magnanimity while enduring my heartache. Could it be that you can't help me as well?"

Han Shanglu didn't refuse and didn't refuse. "Since you're so polite, then give it back to me."

"Don't do that! I really am not that courteous. " Ling Nan was dumbfounded, completely giving up on the idea of reigning in, "Rich people shouldn't be so realistic, right?"

Han Shanglu replied, "It's only because of reality that you become rich."

Ling Nan thought carefully about the logic behind those words, and was left speechless.

"No matter what, I still have to thank you." After all, after Little Qian came back, she did not interact much with others, so it's a good thing that she has someone to talk to. "

Han Shanglu spoke very sincerely, and for no reason other than to arouse Ling Nan's sympathy, he unexpectedly spoke up for Han Qian's benefit for the first time: "Han Yu is good-looking, and his personality is also … "It's not that bad. Everything will be fine when he gets used to the environment."

Han Shanglu still wore the same kind of warm smile on his face: "Do you know Little Qian very well?"

"No …" You are his relative, so of course you know him better than me, hahaha. " Ling Nan changed the topic back, sighing inwardly about Han Shanglu's serious personality — can't you tell that I'm trying to comfort you?

Han Sanlu smiled and lowered his head. He shook his head helplessly. The sunlight fell on his forehead and his face. Light and shadow, like magic, seemed to freeze everything in place.

Ling Nan's heart suddenly tightened, and unconsciously shifted her feet: "About that … How old is Han Qian exactly, is he really a minor? "

Han Shanglu was slightly startled: "He told you?"

"If he is not a minor, why would he... No money and no card? "

"Little Qian previously lived abroad and had just returned back to the country. There are still many things that she has yet to complete. You know, life abroad is very different from ours. " Han Shanglu laughed, "It's true that he had no money and didn't get in the way. He didn't want to renege, and of course it's not because he's an underage either."

Ling Nan tilted her head and thought for a moment, and seemed to have been convinced by him, "Oh, so that's how it is."

Before he finished, Han Sanlu's phone suddenly rang. He looked at Ling Nan and smiled apologetically, then turned and left.

Ling Nan watched him slowly walk away, and a bunch of question marks appeared in her heart. No matter how she thought about it, this seemed very weird.

Han Qian had just come back from abroad, so it was reasonable for him to not have any concept of the domestic environment. He did not have any cash or a card, nor any other means of payment, this was not strange at all. However, Han Qian didn't seem to have any social networking tools either. He didn't indulge in the internet or play with his phone often. Apart from the headphones that hung around his neck, he didn't seem to be very close to electronics.

Could it be that this person had lived in an isolated ancient forest?

This problem did not trouble Ling Nan for too long, because even more troubles were waiting for her in the future.

Thunder rumbled outside as Ling Nan's drawing pencil snapped on the paper, creating a small piece of pitch black graphite.

She hurriedly shook off the powder. Staring at the black stain, she let out a furious howl and unilaterally declared that she had become completely useless.

Should I go or not? Do you want to go? Do you want to go?

Ling Nan rubbed her head as she stood up and walked around the room three times before finally pulling out the African chrysanthemum from the vase on the table, pulling one petal after another: "Go, not go, not go, not go, go …" "Not going?"

After hesitating for three seconds, Ling Nan grabbed the bare flower pads and resolutely said: "Go!"

After the doorbell rang for three minutes, Han Qian finally opened the door with his head full of wet hair. "What do you want now?"

"Hey, are you taking a bath?" Ling Nan had a smile on her face, "Can you help me change my script?"

Boom! * Han Qian decisively closed the door.

Ling Nan refused to give up and continued to ring the doorbell, "Help me out, if you don't save me, you'll be struck by lightning, alright?"

The door slowly opened a crack. "It's the middle of the night and you don't want to disturb your neighbors. That's why you're being struck by lightning, right?"

Ling Nan's eyes widened, "I wonder who was the one who was jumping in the middle of the night every day?"

A cold snort came from behind the door. "There's such a person?"

Ling Nan suddenly remembered the Mimosa that was growing vigorously outside her window. Humans are invincible in this world without a sense of shame, and they truly don't bully me.

"Are you alright? "Good night." Han Qian once again mercilessly closed the door.

Standing at the door, Ling Nan felt dejected.

She really liked this apartment. Even if the rent was high, she would still be willing to stay here. The only thing that he couldn't retreat from was poverty. After all, the other things he had encountered could still be used for spiritual victories. If he didn't have the money to pay the rent, he could only obediently accept a beating from reality.

She suddenly thought of the flag she had previously set up, Han Qian had to move her if he didn't want to.

Flags really couldn't be randomly created. A single mistake could cause it to instantly disappear.

"... I think I'll move. "

Before she could finish, she was dragged inside the house.

There was only a row of floor lamps in the room. The floor that was illuminated by the lights reflected a blurry, warm yellow. It couldn't clearly illuminate each other's faces.

"Where is the manuscript you wanted to change?" Han Qian tilted his head, and half of his face was covered in the deep shadows; it was hard to see his expression clearly.

"... "That's it." Ling Nan carefully handed over the design draft. Although she had shouted out righteously earlier, but in reality, Han Qian was just a neighbor, he at most had the fate of a meal, there was no obligation for him to help her, and he still had to sincerely thank her for what he needed to thank. "I also don't want to harass you in the middle of the night.

"Why did you change this? Isn't this design over? " Han Qian completely ignored her chatter, only staring at the design draft of the Emerald Dream.

"I want to end this as well. I don't know who said that they copied someone else's idea and sent it back to me for me to do it again. "Time is really tight, my head is about to go bald..." Ling Nan was in the middle of a miserable performance when she suddenly stopped, "I showed you the design of the Venus Eye, but I don't think I've ever shown you the design of the Emerald Dream. Could it be..."

Han Qian turned his head to look at her and didn't speak for a long time.

Ling Nan could not see his expression clearly, she secretly took a deep breath: "Could it be that you've been paying attention to me all along?"

Han Qian suddenly laughed, "Sometimes I really think you should thank yourself for your slowness."

Ling Nan frowned, "You can insult my work, but you can't insult my personality!"

Han Qian coldly replied, "You said the opposite."

"No." Ling Nan answered confidently, "If the work isn't good, it can be gradually perfected. Personality is something that is born by nature, it can never be changed in this lifetime."

Han Yu tilted his head and smiled helplessly: "Then tell me, are your ideas really copied?"

"Of course not!"

"Since it isn't, then find evidence to prove it." Han Qian put down the design draft, "You have already said yourself, your work can be perfected, your personality cannot be changed. No matter what fate this work has in the end, isn't it more important to prove that you yourself aren't a despicable person who steals other people's achievements?"

"That I know. A clear explanation has already been submitted." Ling Nan gave a wry smile, "I promised to revise it, to a certain extent, it's because I'm afraid of delaying the company's progress and those colleagues who are working hard together..."

"I didn't know you were so collective." Han Qian sneered, "I always thought you liked fighting alone."

"Fighting alone is not about becoming enemies with the world. It's about being brave, it's about being a chuunibyou." Ling Nan patiently explained, "Actually, the main reason I agreed to redo this design is … I started with a perfunctory attitude, and the further I went, the more guilty I became … The Emerald Dream may be good, but it goes against my professionalism. "

Ling Nan chatted for a while, and only stopped after realizing that Han Qian had no response, "Hey, are you moved by my craftsman's spirit?"

Han Qian sighed, "In the future, I won't ever say again that you're sick."

Ling Nan looked at him in puzzlement.

Han Qian said word by word in the darkness, "Spirits are really something of a metaphysics, the more he talks, the smarter he becomes."

Ling Nan: …