Depressed wife runs with the ball

Chapter 115 Can I go back to being a designer?

Zhou Xingzhi patted the ground and sat down cross-legged. "Grandpa and grandma are strict with you because they hope you can stand on your own feet when you grow up. They don't want you to take the blame for other people's mistakes. The Yueyue I like is sober and independent, and would never dwell on such things."

Chu Yue also sat cross-legged across from him, as if truly comforted by him, her tears choking back. "You only know how to say nice things to coax people." Then she turned to her grandparents and complained, "Grandpa and grandma, look carefully at your grandson-in-law. If I get bullied in the future, go find him in his dreams and avenge me."

Zhou Xingzhi stood up, patted his trouser legs, pulled her up, and said, "The ground is cold, and the sun has set. From now on, I will do my best to ensure that you don't have the opportunity to complain to Grandpa and Grandma."

"Then can I go back to Qucho to be a designer after I get married?" Chu Yue stood up and took the opportunity to make a request.

Zhou Xingzhi bowed to his grandparents, handed the lit incense to Chu Yue, thought for a moment and said, "We need to think about marriage in the long run. We can talk about other things after we get married." Then he took out the ring box from his pocket, took out his ring and said to Chu Yue, "You didn't put it on me last night."

"When did you buy the ring?"

The two of them work together, so there is no reason for him to go out and buy a ring without her knowing anything.

"Have someone send it to the company." He watched his wife carefully put the ring on him, the corners of his mouth curled up. "You put the ring on me in front of my grandparents, I can't regret it."

"Silly boy, if I regretted it, I wouldn't have agreed to your request last night." She put the ring on his finger, lifted his big hand, and looked up at him with a bright smile.

At that moment, Zhou Xingzhi even wondered whether the child would look like her or him. She even put on full makeup to meet her grandparents. She dressed neatly and behaved like a little white rabbit.

The white pines in the mountains were blown by the wind, and the branches swayed with a sound, which scared her so much that she hid in his arms. "It seems that grandpa and grandma also think I'm reliable. Let's go back, the wind is picking up."

The sky was getting dark, and the mountains were about to be foggy. Chu Yue came out of his arms, glanced at the tombstone, nodded slightly, and murmured "hmm".

After the worship, the two drove back to the hotel.

On the way, Chu Yue asked him, "Are you going to your former colleague's house for dinner this year?"

"It's not very convenient this year. His wife just gave birth." After saying this, he looked at her with a vague reaction.

"So fast." She took out some cookies and grape plums from her bag, opened the packaging, and stuffed them into her mouth. "Yingying said Ji Yan went back to Qiancheng, but I sent him a WeChat message and he didn't reply. Yingying is the same. Why hasn't he replied to my WeChat?"

"What are you eating? Let me try it."

"Do you think they would be surprised if I told them that I was getting married?" Chu Yue opened the package of the biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth.

"You can try it."

Back at the hotel, the elevator went up from the basement to the first floor, and two people from the company came up. Seeing them, I hesitated whether I should get on this elevator. Zhou Xingzhi said indifferently with a blank expression, "Come in."

The two girls lowered their heads silently and called out, "Mr. Zhou, Mrs. President."

"Sorry, we should move to another place." Chu Yue looked at the two girls and thought they should be from the planning department.

The two girls waved awkwardly behind their backs.

"What are you holding?" Zhou Xingzhi remained indifferent. Chu Yue tutted at him and tugged at his hand.

Then he looked up and apologized to the two girls. "I'm sorry."

The elevator reached the 5th floor and two people rushed out.

"You act as if others owe you money." Looking at the backs of the two girls, the elevator door slowly closed again.

"The planning department's visit doesn't count as team building." Zhou Xingzhi just wanted to know what they were holding. It smelled like barbecue skewers. Who knew they were so timid.

Chu Yue saw what he was thinking and opened her phone to check for nearby takeout. "Are you hungry? I'll order takeout."

The elevator went up to the 8th floor, and he walked out hand in hand with his girlfriend. He regained his usual gentle expression towards his girlfriend and bowed his head in response.

After dinner, Chu Yue washed up and started drawing on her iPad. Zhou Xingzhi was busy working. He typed on the computer a little too fast, as if there was too much work backlog that needed to be dealt with in a timely manner.

Chu Yue held the paintbrush, looking at him from time to time, and then at the ring on her hand. The story outline came out again: the little boy secretly took out his mother's jewelry from home and gave it to the little girl as a prop to play house. When his mother found out, she chased him around the village and beat him.

Zhou Xingzhi finished his work and looked at the news on his phone. The video from the exhibition had indeed been widely circulated. He had asked his public relations department to issue a statement, and he had found the person involved, reserving the right to file a lawsuit.

Internet users who don't know the truth have all kinds of speculations, especially about her identity.

Fortunately, she was already very talented, and some reasonable people were able to find out about her school, her works, and photos and videos of her attending school events. For a girl, survival in this world is already difficult, and being outstanding only invites slander.

Even with the intensive effort to delete comments, some inevitably slipped through the net. However, this incident attracted many people to the exhibition to see her paintings and the coat, which was a blessing and a curse.

I don’t know what the old man thinks about this matter. He hasn’t called me in the past few days.

"Is this man... me?" He stood behind Chu Yue and looked at him for a long time. The boy in the comics seemed to be somewhat similar to him.

"I can only say that I took your bone structure as a reference. Don't be too narcissistic." I had a rough idea of ​​the plot of the story, and the drawing went smoothly.

"Why not refer to all of them? Is my skin not good-looking?" It's just bone structure, so who should she refer to for skin? In her mind, are there other models?

"When you're done with your work, go take a shower and don't disturb me while I'm painting. I can't paint well when you're talking."

In the picture, the boy's eyes became cross-eyed because of the two sentences Zhou Xingzhi said, so he had to withdraw and redraw.

"Then tell me first, where did you get the inspiration for the protagonist's appearance?" He took the paintbrush from her hand and made her face her problem.

"President Zhou, how can I afford the rights to your portrait? Besides, this is a cartoon, how can it be so realistic? If I really drew you in it, wouldn't my account have been exposed long ago?" Chu Yue lowered his hands, turned his chair, and faced him helplessly.

Well, that makes sense. Zhou Xingzhi handed her the pen and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm your husband, I won't charge you for copyright. From now on, feel free to use it."

"Oh, go take a shower!" Chu Yue frowned and refused to let him go.

After he went into the bathroom, Chu Yue opened her phone to book a flight for Chu Jinyue, and then sent him the ticket information. Ji Yan replied: [Well, you can persuade Su Ying.]

After staring at the phone for a long time, the two of them didn't know what was going on, and Su Ying didn't reply to the message.

He saved the comics he'd drawn, washed his face at the sink, and sat at the dressing table to apply some skincare before climbing into bed. Zhou Xingzhi came out of the shower to see his iPad and phone neatly placed on the counter.

This iPad is very old, it doesn't look like the new one Ji Yan bought for her. "That iPad is too old, shall I buy you a new one?"

"No, it's too troublesome to transfer data back and forth." Chu Yue wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and went to sleep, somewhat dissatisfied with the lights on in the room.

Zhou Xingzhi blew his hair and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only two bedside lamps on. He crawled under the quilt and touched her hands and feet, which were still a little cold. He put his hand under her neck, hugged her tightly, and said, "I don't care. If Ji Yan can buy it, why can't I?"

"Ji Yan bought it for the firm, not for me."

I don't know if it's because men have higher body temperatures than women, or if his body temperature is naturally high, but it feels warmer everywhere than mine. "That's even more important to buy something. It's only natural for a husband to buy things for his wife." Zhou Xingzhi turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness and silence.

It was already past 12 o'clock, why wasn't he sleepy at all? "Yeah, sleep." Chu Yue was drowsy in his arms, not wanting to talk nonsense with him anymore.