Chapter 345: "Kitten"

The black chicken sent a very shocked expression.

Black Chicken: ((ΩДΩ)) Boss, isn't it? What's the big deal?

Nothing, now this formula cannot be used for LM.

Qian Miao has always been very strict with his works.

She can write a unique and exclusive formula for perfume in a few minutes, but it may not be activated.

Often, only after tens or even hundreds of discarded manuscripts are discarded, a satisfactory one will be selected and put into mass production.

This time, the main new products of the new season of LM are still completed by her alone, and the R&D department will continue to develop a series of subsidiary products based on the final results she gave.

Therefore, the R&D department has been waiting for her.

She had already written the recipe, but she never gave it to the black chicken.

I planned to give him these two things, but now I change my mind temporarily.

Heiji: Do you have better inspiration again? Want to throw this away?

It's not.

The black chicken didn't dare to ask more.

The boss gives the order and just does it.

In the evening, a strand of rice scent melted into the air, and a scent of paint melted into the Dongyuan side.

Qian Miao set up a drawing board in the yard and painted in the yard.

It has been half a year since I painted this oil painting last time.

However, she is not at all unfamiliar, her strokes seem to be random and chaotic, but in fact, each stroke falls on the exact position.

After a while, the space paved by sunset clouds in the distance was perfectly copied into the painting by her.

A long figure was walking towards her at a leisurely pace, very light, for fear of disturbing her.

After coming to her, he stood quietly, without making a sound immediately.

Back here, he even breathed comfortably.

There is no trace of the annoyance in official business.

Appreciating paintings and people, in the quiet time and space, he quickly relaxes to the most comfortable state.

Looking at the painting, a familiar blessing flashed in his mind.

Qian Mian seemed to be aware of him, and the movement of his hand paused without turning his head.

Seeing that he had been discovered, he said, "I learned a lot."

Qian Miao looked back: "Huh?"

Feng Xian came to the drawing board, stared at the painting, and said, "The style and color scheme are the same as Su Yanluo, it can be fake."

Qianmiao's eyes paused slightly, his gaze flicked to other places, put down his paintbrush, and suddenly said, "How's the matter with your company?"

Feng Xian suddenly bent over and leaned over to stare at her face.

"Flower cat." There was light in his eyes, and a faint smile melted into the light.

Qian Miao was startled, then followed his gaze to touch his cheek, wet, looking down at his fingers, he saw the red and yellow colors.

Fengxian wiped off the paint on her face little by little, with very light and gentle force.

"It's okay, just go and wash in a while." She said.

Then, look at him sternly: "Listen, next week is the new product launch conference, do you have time?"

Feng Xian unexpectedly asked that, she straightened up and said, "It's too late."

His expression is very peaceful, even, very relaxed.

It seems that what is in the mouth is not "too late", but "too late".

"Then what are you going to do?"

Fengxian pulls lips: "Let's go with the flow."

"Oh... then I don't need me, right?"

Feng Xian said with an expression: "You want to help me?"

Qian Miao sat on the rocking chair, swaying back and forth, and said casually, "My master let go."

Feng Xian lowered her eyes, her expression didn't seem to have changed, she turned her back to her, looked into the distance, and the corners of her mouth rose in an instant.