The boss's chair was empty, and Gao Rui didn't dare to sit. As soon as he saw her, he happily got up from the sofa chair beside him and asked her to sit on the boss's chair to sign the contract.

Xu Qiao looked at the powerful boss chair with disgust and said, "No, it smells bad." He posted Cheng Lang yesterday, and felt that after taking a shower, he still had the lingering smell of woody perfume on his body.

"..." Gao Rui did not force her, and waited for her to fill out the contract information and chatted with her on the side. "Xiao Cheng always wants to come here to sign a contract with you in person, but he really couldn't leave. He was busy all morning and didn't even have enough food at this time."

Xu Qiao glanced at him: "I didn't eat it either."

"Oh," Gao Rui looked guilty, "Didn't you ask Aunt Zhou to make lunch for you? Aunt Zhou doesn't know your habits and is afraid of disturbing you, so she didn't come to the door without authorization. Then I'll order you a meal now."

"What do other people in the studio eat normally?"

"It's also a meal order, just a boxed lunch that costs 20 or 30 yuan per serving. The place here is a bit off and there are few nearby restaurants, so you usually book in advance in advance."

"Then you make an exception today to order a meal for me, and you will order my order tomorrow."

"Are you used to eating that lunch box...?"

Xu Qiao curled her lips.

Of course she can't get used to it. But now is different from the past. You can't pretend to be rich every day if you don't have money. Then she doesn't know that she can pay it off if she owes the tribute.

The seafood meal last night will be a spiritual comfort for every box lunch she will be.

She nodded vigorously: "I can do it!"

Gao Rui wiped her sad tears, thinking that what makes people mature is not the years, but the experience. He turned around and reported to Cheng Lang.

After signing the contract, Xu Qiao had a few bites of rice in his independent office on the second floor, he entered the studio and chose a tree landscape painting by the floor-to-ceiling window.

It was sunny today, the room was brighter and the conditions were more comfortable than those in Milan. She didn't even start to feel tired, and the sun was setting outside.

Then as she painted, there was a Bentley in the tree scene. If she remembered correctly, Cheng Lang seemed to have a Bentley that was slightly less eye-catching in addition to the overly high-profile Zeppelin.

At the same time, Lin Bai knocked on the door of the studio: "Miss Yu, get off work early today."

"Is there something wrong?" she stopped writing and asked while premonitioning.

"The boss said that we welcome the new year today and take our entire studio to the city for a dinner!"

"..." It's such a down-to-earth statement. Only those who don't know Cheng Lang's real background can give him such a singular word.

Xu Qiao's apple muscle twitched, and turned his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window. The man who came down from the back seat of Bentley.

Cheng Lang saw her on the second floor at a glance and raised his head.

She stood up and gestured him, with one hand being seven and one hand being three - what if it was agreed that only three hours a week was seven days a week?
Chapter completed!