The medicine jar is loved and abused (BL) {MTL}

Chapter 44

Chapter 44 The Ring

    Xie Yin did what he said and ordered someone to lock the studio in front of Shen Ning that night, and the key was thrown into Xie Yin's room drawer.

    Shen Ning watched helplessly as his dream paradise was sealed one step away from him, sad like a little mouse who had cheese stolen.

    And the cruel President Xie even worried that Shen Ning would run into the studio to paint secretly when he was away (mainly worried that his family would help him deceive him), and took him to the company with his neck on the weekend .

    It seems that some important work has not been completed yet. Even though it was a weekend, there were many people in the company working overtime. When Shen Ning entered, he saw that about half of the people in the general manager's office were there, but Shao Zhengjue was not there.

    This was Shen Ning's third visit to the Xie Group's building. This steel behemoth was still unfamiliar to him, and even the building with only half of the people showed a faint coolness. The corporate culture of the Xie Group is not about being pleasant and friendly, working happily or anything, but rather a strict hierarchy. This high-intensity and demanding working environment also makes the interior of the building as cold as the exterior.

    Shen Ning always felt like a new human who had entered the virgin forest by mistake, but this delicate mood disappeared when he was almost pulled in by Xie Yin by the back of his neck.

    Under the shocked eyes of the young ladies and sisters, Xie Yin "carried" him onto the sofa, put it down gently, turned around and threw a brand new sketch and a few pencils in front of him, saying:

    "Draw yours. Shen Ning was

    slightly shocked, because Xie Yin's attitude in the car was as if he would never let him touch the sketch from now on. He didn't expect that he would "intimately" prepare pen and paper for him to kill the leisurely weekend time.

    Touched in his heart, he raised his head and said sincerely,

    "Thank you, sir."

    However, soon, he regretted his premature touch.     Bright but not dazzling light entered from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the tall sofa blocked most of the sunlight, and there were still many directly spread on the boy's snow-white neck. The boy's back is leisurely, his posture is stretched, and there is a little pleasure in his body movements. His jet-black hair is faintly haloed under the gold foil, and a few strands of hair are twirling, hooking the air with the smell of black coffee. .     The pen in Shen Ning's hand was still drawing on the paper, and suddenly a soft female voice sounded less than one meter away from him:     "Hello, Mr. Shen."     Shen Ning raised his head blankly.     The Assistant Miss Sister, whom she had seen before, had a genial smile on her delicate face, and her voice was crisp and sweet. She said softly,     "Mr. Shen, you have been painting for an hour. It's time to get up and rest."

    Not long after he sat down, the assistant lady outside came in with the snack milk and the freshly brewed milk tea.

    A set of candy and chocolate biscuits were spread out on the table. In order to make it easier for Shen Ning to draw, Xie Yin also specially asked someone to bring a small bench over. A table, a stool, snacks, pen and paper, Shen Ning was in a complicated mood.

    How should I put it, he is now like a primary school student who has not returned home after class, was taken to the company by his parents, and wrote his homework while waiting for his parents to get off work.