Chapter 167: Work is forgotten in an instant

Chapter 167 Work is instantly forgotten

Probably because of something on her mind, Wen Rui didn't sleep for a long time, and woke up faintly after about an hour.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom in the lounge to wipe her face, then went out when she was sober.

"Are you awake?" Xie Yanqing heard a "click" and turned her head to take a look.

Wen Rui responded in a low voice, probably because she just woke up, her voice was very sweet and soft.

She asked Xie Yanqing for a computer, began to look up information on it, and posted several recruitment advertisements on several websites.

The golden location that Wen Rui picked in the morning is in the cultural industry center of Kyoto. There are various antique shops in the surrounding streets. There happened to be a building of the Xie family there. Wen Rui chose the second floor as the shop. Find someone to do it.

She discussed with Xie Yanqing that the gallery has just started and is not well-known. At the beginning, it was positioned as something that ordinary white-collar workers can afford. After becoming famous, it will be improved step by step.

As for contacts and resources, she is the most indispensable, but because of the low positioning, those famous painters are definitely not willing to cooperate with her. After all, there is no money to make, and no one is a fool, so she didn't plan to use those resources at first.

She can find college students who have just graduated from art schools or lesser-known painters to cooperate with, as long as she guides their works and makes slight modifications to target specific groups of people.

With an idea in mind, it is time to put it into practice. Wen Rui felt that she was very motivated. She lay on the table all afternoon, made many plans, and thought about how to promote it later.

At six o'clock, Xie Yanqing asked Xu Lin to order takeaway, and the two of them ate a little.

After that, he went to the conference room for a simple meeting, and Wen Rui sat in the office and waited for him. Taking advantage of this time, she revised and revised the plan she made in the afternoon, and finally settled on the one she was most satisfied with.

Half an hour later, Xie Yanqing came back from the conference room.

"Ah? So early? Don't you work overtime?" A trace of suspicion flashed across Wen Rui's face. When she was in Jiangcheng, Xie Yanqing often worked overtime at night.

Xie Yanqing hummed lightly with a smile on his lips.

He used to work overtime until very late before going back, but now with Wen Rui, work was instantly forgotten by him.

According to Li Yan's words, those who work overtime are all single dogs. When you go back and hug your sweet and soft girlfriend and say a few intimate words, isn't it more fragrant than a cold file?

Xie Yanqing didn't think so before, but now he thinks it makes sense.

Xiao Tang should have gotten Xie Yanqing's order, and parked the car downstairs in the company early.

When the two returned to the ink garden, it was already late, and the night sky was full of shining stars.

After autumn, the weather in Kyoto is getting colder every day, especially in the morning and evening, and you can already feel the coolness and bleakness of autumn.

Wen Rui got out of the car and felt the autumn wind blowing towards her. She subconsciously gathered her clothes.

In the next second, a black coat fell on her shoulders, and the man's familiar clear breath instantly surrounded her whole body. Wen Rui turned her face sideways, and the soft moonlight hit Xie Yanqing's handsome side face, adding a touch of tenderness to him inexplicably. And lingering.

He gave him his clothes, leaving only a thin white shirt.

"Second brother, I'm not cold, you can wear it!"

As Wen Rui said, she was about to take off her clothes, her slender and smooth wrist was gently held down by a big warm palm, and the man's deep and clear voice rang in her ears: "little girl, be obedient, be good .”

After finishing speaking, Xie Yanqing took Wen Rui's hand and walked inside.

(end of this chapter)

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