When I heard this, I felt that the other end of the phone was not an ordinary person.

Zhimian was stunned for a moment, turned his head immediately and turned to the other road.

It's not good to disturb people to make calls.

She found Liang Zhiyi, and it was a little late, so the two went out together to go to the restaurant.

When she arrived at the restaurant door, Zhimian's cell phone suddenly vibrated. She picked it up and took it.

It turned out to be Zhuang Jiarong.

After hesitating for two seconds, she said to Liang Zhiyi: "You go in, I'll answer the phone."

"OK."

After she was the only one left, Zhimian pursed his lips and pressed the answer button. A middle-aged male voice with a deep smile came from the other end: "Hey, Xiaojiu."

Zhimian lowered his eyes and curled his lips lightly.

"uncle--"

Although it has nothing to do with Duan Zhuo now, Zhimian dares not be ungrateful to Zhuang Jiarong, who has always loved her very much, and he still has to respond humbly and politely.

"Hey, it's been a long time since I called my uncle. I haven't heard you wish you a happy New Year to me during the Chinese New Year."

Zhuang Jiarong's tone was as familiar as before, which made her feel much more natural. She greeted Zhuang Jiarong with a soft voice obediently. After hearing this, Zhuang Jiarong smiled and said, "I haven't met you, I can't give you a red envelope."

Zhimian smiled, "I have started making money, so I don't have to give it to you."

"I heard the meaning, but you don't want to come to see me. Are you alone now? Should you come out for the New Year's Eve dinner with your uncle?"

"Thank you uncle, but I'm not in Lincheng now, so I'm out with my friends for a few days."

Zhuang Jiarong then asked about her recent work and study. Five minutes later, Xuan Xia came over and patted Zhimian on the shoulder: "When I left, why don't I come in?"

Zhuang Jiarong heard the voice and finally said, "Go, then you have fun, come out and have tea with your uncle another day."

Knowing that sleep should go down.

Zhuang Jiarong hung up the phone.

In the room, Duan Zhuo leaned lazily against the wall next to the sofa, with his hands in his pockets, heard the sound of the speakers finally disappearing, his dark pupils drooped slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The jawline was clearly angular by the sea blue sunlight casting out the window.

"Some people have eavesdropped for a long time, right?"

Zhuang Jiarong teased.

After a while, Duan Zhuo looked up at him and said indifferently: "You haven't chatted with her for so long, why don't you talk for a while?"

"Oh, who wants to hear it?"

This is pretending to be nothing to do with him.

"I'm not talking about this. Didn't you hear a man calling Xiaojiu? You said she went out to play with a boy, right?"

Zhuang Jiarong poked the knife mercilessly into his nephew's heart.

Duan Zhuo's face turned cold, he took out a cigarette box from his pocket and took out one.

"Okay, stop smoking. Could it be that after you smoke a room, people can come and find you on their own initiative?"

“…”

The man's face was dark, and finally stood up straight, walked out of the room, and threw it onto the door with a "bang".

Zhuang Jiarong, sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, feeling emotion.

It's almost a year.

The brat was severely frustrated this time.

As for Zhimian and Duan Zhuo’s future, it depends on the fate of the two children-

During the Chinese New Year, Zhimian and others had a great time in the Hot Spring Villa, but Jian Jiazhi returned to Lincheng on New Year's Eve. After leaving the Hot Spring Villa, the four of them went to the nearby area for a few more days before returning to Lincheng.

On the morning of the eighth day of the lunar month, Zhimian took a gift box to Huichuang Baiwei and wished the people in Lin Ling and other companies a New Year.

After a few conversations, Lin Ling talked to her about the important matters.

"The company took you an animation advertising cooperation a couple of days ago. I think it's very good. Do you feel interested if you see."

A well-known watch brand, Smiya, recently developed a functional sports watch, and is now ready to be launched. It plans to design an animation advertisement and will be placed in major online videos in the future.

This advertisement is a combination of live-action and animation. Now a painter is required to draw graphic paintings related to the other party for the spokesperson invited by the brand, and finally as a 2D animation.

Now some unique merchants have changed their previous advertising style and used animation to draw product advertisements. The style of animation advertisements is in full swing recently.

"Although you haven't painted this before, you can try it out, broaden your style and slowly adopt some commercial designs, and it's easier to increase your popularity, and Smiya's reward is also very high."

Zhimian knows the brand Smiya. She has learned a little about it before and likes their design style very much. "Do you say what style of paintings are used to draw?"

"Not yet, when the interview is over, the spokesperson will be there."

Lin Ling was very supportive of this. Zhimian thought about it and felt that the challenge was very new. Finally, she agreed to learn about it.

Zhimian and Smiya finally agreed on the negotiation time, which is set for next Monday-

In the afternoon, the sun is scorching.

On the open training ground, gyb players are undergoing off-road recovery and adaptability training.

This was the first field training after the year. After crossing the obstacles and reaching the top of the mountain, Duan Zhuo was still the first to reach the finish line.

Sima Cheng counted the time next to him and said: "7 minutes 05"

Duan Zhuo gasped and picked up the mineral water, "It's slow."

"You have very high requirements for yourself."

Duan Zhuo looked back, "The three of them ran in the end, you'd better catch them and practice again later."

"Um."

As the sun sets, the orange-red sunset hangs in the sky, extending little by little like a distance.

The training finally came to an end after the sunset was sunset, and the group went down the mountain and walked towards the base.

Duan Zhuo was the first to return to the locker room. He took off his clothes, his sweaty chest was slightly undulating with his breathing, and then walked into the shower room.

He closed his eyes, and the cool water rolled down from the black hair above his head, passing through the tight muscle lines, and finally rushing to the soles of his feet.

After the shower, Duan Zhuo walked out of the locker room.

Cheng Li was already waiting at the door. When the two walked towards the parking lot, Cheng Li said something: "Brother Zhuo, you need to talk about a watch cooperation endorsement next Monday morning."

As soon as Cheng Li finished speaking, he saw Duan Zhuo frowning, "Have you been so many advertisements recently? He arranged an endorsement every few days, and Ren Shi treats me as a star?"

What men hate the most is endorsement. He is not short of money or fame, and he especially doesn't like to appear under such scenes. However, the contract signed with the club stipulates that he usually has to accept some advertisements.

Cheng Li comforted: "Brother Zhuo, this time it is an animation advertisement. You only need to complete a few simple styles, not complicated."

Duan Zhuo glanced at him, "I'm not interested in anything."

“…”

It is definitely the most difficult thing to coax the boss to shoot an advertisement.

Cheng Li said a lot more. He communicated with the club. The club promised that Duan Zhuo would definitely be the last advertisement that Duan Zhuo would take in the first half of this year. After hearing this, Duan Zhuo looked dark and finally threw down one sentence: "If there is any trouble, I will just push it."

He would never waste time on such things-

Monday morning.

Because I was passionately creating until three o'clock last night, Zhimian almost didn't hear the morning alarm clock.

The agreed time with Smiya was ten o'clock in the morning. Zhimian got out of bed and washed and put on makeup. Today, the dark circles were a little heavy. She used the concealer to cover her eyelids and then covered her eyelids with a few more layers to cover her.

After changing her clothes, she looked in front of the mirror and went out with satisfaction.

After leaving the subway station, I walked for another five minutes, and finally arrived at the Missia Company Building.

After entering, she reported her identity to the front desk staff, and the other party led her in.

At the same time, in the office of the director of the marketing promotion department, Duan Zhuo sat on the sofa, listening to what Director Gao said about the cooperation, and displeasure and irritability gradually emerged between his eyebrows.

He also needs to cooperate with the painter to design an animation about his daily training life?

Such a troublesome matter is very simple?

Duan Zhuo wanted to leave, but Director Gao saw this and spent all his time lobbying him.

"Mr. Duan, our painter is coming soon. When she comes, you can communicate with her. Do you think it's okay?"

Duan Zhuogang was about to refuse, but a knock on the door rang out.

The secretary pushed open the door and nodded, "Mr. Gao, you can tell at a glance that Teacher Qiu is here."

Duan Zhuo was stunned when he heard the four words "A glance at the Autumn".

The next moment, the office door was pushed open, and Zhimian's face appeared in his sight—

The woman was wearing a red-brown long skirt with a long trench coat on her outside. Her curly hair seemed to be carefully cared for, soft and shiny, and she was placed on her shoulders with a smooth curve.
To be continued...