Putting down the bread in his hand, Song Yun stood up and walked while looking at his mobile phone.

Ye Min was still showing them the clothes.

She has good taste and everything she picked was beautiful. She asked them what they thought of each item one by one.

She looks very energetic and it is estimated that this selection meeting will continue for a long time.

Qin Shu brought the food to the table and saw Song Yunhui was almost reaching the door, so he went to open it.

The two figures appeared together in the same shot.

The food had been served and the aroma of the food was still wafting through the room. Song Yun picked up the orange that had trotted over, rubbed it, and sat down at the table.

The two of them were talking face to face on video with an echo. Finally, Song Yunhui hung up the phone. The two of them sat together and ate while watching Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan pick.

Ye Min didn't care about order when choosing clothes. She would just ask if she saw a piece of clothing that she thought was suitable for both of them.

Song Yunhui was eating while watching. When she asked whether a certain piece of clothing was suitable for Qin Shu, he nodded repeatedly and said "yes, yes, yes" all the time. In some ways, he and Ye Min successfully reached an agreement.

When he smiled, his eyebrows curved, diluting his natural coldness and making people feel better unconsciously.

Seeing that he and Ye Min were chatting more and more enthusiastically, Qin Shu patted his hat and said, "Let's eat."

Song Yun responded: "Okay, okay."

After taking two mouthfuls of rice, he started chatting with Ye Min again, but this time they didn't chat so much that they forgot to eat.

After visiting one store, Song Yunhui originally thought that was the end, but Qin Shu on the side remained very calm. He did not hang up the phone nor did he feel relieved.

He realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, Ye Min moved on to the next store.

Qin Jianyuan and Qin Shu's expressions didn't change at all, and it was obvious that they had already adapted to such things happening.

Qin Shu's clothes were bought unexpectedly quickly, reaching the quantity Ye Min had expected, so that was the end of the sale, and the only things left were Song Yunhui's clothes.

Ye Min asks when she sees something she likes.

This time the roles were reversed, and Qin Shu became the one who was "good-looking" and "suitable for both".

He was not being perfunctory; he truly felt that everything Ye Min picked was very suitable for her.

So Ye Min just closed his eyes and watched.

The clothes she bought today exceeded her original expectations, but she became more and more excited as she shopped. Afterwards, she asked Song Yunhui, "Is there anything else you want? Tell me and I'll help you."

Song Yunhui originally thought that he had already bought enough and wanted to say no, but seeing Ye Min's excited face, he thought hard and said, "Black, please."

He blinked, his long eyelashes conspicuous, and said, "Everyone has a dream of being a cool guy."

Qin Shu smiled.

Ye Min also laughed and walked towards the black clothes hanging, saying, "Then auntie will see what clothes cool guy should wear."

In the end, Song Yunhui realized his dream of being a cool guy and successfully owned a black jacket.

Looking at the pile of clothes at the checkout counter, Ye Min waved and said goodbye in a good mood, "I'll fill in the delivery address with you later, remember to pick it up then, Yunzai Xiaoshu's mother is hanging up now!"

Song Yunhui also waved, "Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Min slapped her face excitedly, looked at Qin Jianyuan beside her, and said, "Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Yunzai just answered the call."

Qin Jianyuan smiled and patted her shoulder.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yunhui still had a smile on his face. He gave Qin Shu a thumbs up and said, "It's delicious."

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Qin Shu emphasized again, "Remember to eat tomorrow."

Song Yunhui nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

I don’t know which channel was matched, but the orange in his arms also meowed three times.

The little clip began to roll around in his arms again.

After finishing his meal in a few bites, he went to the living room to play with Orange.

Orange was very energetic tonight and wanted to play with him, but he still remembered the unfinished work. Song Yunhui kissed the furry little cat's head vigorously and then returned Orange to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu stood at the door holding Orange and watched him leave.

The lights in the next room came on, and he looked away.

After eating, Song Yun had more energy to work. He went back and woke up his computer which was still in sleep mode. Then he went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and went back upstairs.

The room was pitch black, with the only source of light being the faint blue light from the computer.

Song Yunhui sat in front of the computer for a while, then stood up and turned on the light.

The room suddenly became bright.

When I sat down again, my fingers just touched the keyboard when my phone suddenly rang twice.

He originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but thinking it might be work news, he took a look.

It was a message from Chen Chen, somewhat related to work, but not much.

[Can you really take this job? ]

[If I had known you were going to take this, I should have given you a heads up]

[There is a reason why this project has such a high salary. Several senior RDs have asked about it, but later said they couldn’t do it.]

Song Yunhui guessed that he must have finished playing games for a while, but was scolded by his teammates and didn't dare to play anymore, so he came to chat with him.

He replied briefly:

[You can do]

The structure and interface that the project needs to build are complex, but not completely chaotic. Everything will be easy as long as an entry point is created.

It will be difficult to get started if you can’t find the entry point. It may be possible to do it, but it will take a lot of time and cannot be completed within the required time frame. This is probably why other RDs are reluctant to take over.

But for him, this entry point was not difficult to find.

[So are you free now? I've been bullied without you QAQ]

Song Yunhui already understood completely.

The other person is just idle and has nothing to do, so he's just looking for something to talk about. It would be best if you could get him to play games with you.

【When I have nothing to do, I draw comics】

Comics are the last weapon.

After saying this, Chen Chen didn't say another word.

I guess he is immersed in adult sorrow again.

Not receiving any more messages, Song Yun returned to the main interface and turned on the Do Not Disturb mode.

A series of letters and numbers kept appearing and moving up in his light-colored pupils until his eyes became too dry, and he blinked.

“…”

That night, or perhaps it was the early morning of the next day, Song Yunhui had forgotten when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he woke up early in the morning, the sun was already shining directly on the bed.

The sun is shining brightly today, but the weather is not very warm. The temperature is a few degrees lower than yesterday.

He walked barefoot on the floor and finally found his slippers next to the desk.

He went downstairs to wash up with droopy eyelids. Just as his fingertips touched the refrigerator door, his mind cleared up for a moment and he finally remembered what Qin Shu had said to him yesterday. He put his hand back in his pocket, turned around, took the key at the entrance, put on his coat and went out.

Qin Shu cooked porridge when he got up this morning, and said that he could heat up the porridge to fill his stomach after he woke up.

It's ten o'clock in the morning, so it should be considered morning.

In any case, you have to take a sip to show respect and not waste it.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the studio was bustling with people coming and going.

The main creators and leading actors of "Departure" are all in place. The lighting and photography are still looking for angles. Several main creators are chatting, and the remaining leading actors are busy with their own things.

In the lounge, Qin Shu looked at his cell phone, which was motionless, with no expression on his face.

The assistant beside him couldn't guess his mood and just did his own thing quietly, not daring to say a word.

The door to the lounge opened, and the agent came in and said, "They are still getting ready. It will take about 20 minutes."

He glanced at the pile of scripts in Qin Shu's hand and asked, "Well, is there anything you like?"

Qin Shu finally looked away from his phone and said, "No."

What he meant by "no" is that none of these will be answered and no one will be promoted in the next round.

After working together for so many years, the agent understood him and did not try to persuade him. He just said, "Then wait a little longer."

Qin Shu has a unique eye for scripts and will not easily agree to a role simply because it is a big production or has a big director or screenwriter. In recent years, he has taken on fewer roles, about one a year at most, no more.

The agent opened his mouth to say something, but found that there was nothing to say.

He sat down, opened the thermos, drank a sip of health tea, and sighed, "It's winter again."

The broker has completely turned into a middle-aged man. He has been busy with his career in recent years and rarely paid attention to his health. It is no secret that he has cold hands and feet and is weak all year round.

After making some money, he finally started to pay attention to his health. He always carried a thermos with him and studied health tips every day.

Just after swallowing the health tea in his mouth, the agent heard someone calling his name.

He glanced through the thermos and happened to meet Qin Shu's eyes.

Qin Shu asked him, "Can drinking this cure cold hands and feet?"

Unexpectedly, he had remained silent the entire time, and as soon as he spoke he asked this question. Other people in the lounge looked at him in surprise.

The main reason is that this problem is really incompatible with cool guys.

He doesn't look like the kind of person who would have cold hands and feet.

“I can’t say it can be cured, but it can be improved a little.”

The agent asked, "Why, you want to take care of your health too?"

Qin Shu said: "Ask for a friend."

Whenever he met Song Yunhui, his hands and feet were always cold.

He was not born like this. When he was a child, Song Yunhui was the most energetic among the children in the neighborhood. It should be because of his living and eating habits accumulated over the years that he became like this.

This situation should be able to be cured.

The agent read out the ingredients one by one. Qin Shu lowered his head and took notes seriously, his brows relaxed a little.

Maybe it was because he rarely spoke up, or maybe it was because his expression was no longer as cold as before and he looked like a pure cool guy, the atmosphere in the lounge changed quietly.

Zhuangzao packed his small bag and said, "If you want to treat cold hands and feet, Chinese medicine is the fastest way to cure it. The Chinese medicine hospital in City C is very good. My relative got Chinese medicine there."

At this age, others who had been silent before also joined the conversation.

The successful big brothers in the circle will worry about their body fat percentage and blood pressure, and the urban beauties who look glamorous on the surface will also secretly think about health and hair growth.

In just that instant, everyone in the lounge understood each other tacitly, and the revolutionary friendship was instantly sublimated.

Qin Shu quickly typed out what they said, and then checked them one by one. After confirming that there was nothing missing, he raised his head and thanked them sincerely, "Thank you."

Cool guy thanks you, this is the first time in the history of the world.

I don’t know who said “wc”.

Everyone in the lounge burst into laughter immediately.

The phone in his hand shook, Qin Shu lowered his head and saw the message sent by Song Yunhui.

It was a photo. He was wearing the coat that he bought for him yesterday, drinking porridge with an orange in his arms. His face didn't look as pale as before in the rising mist, and he looked very warm and comfortable.

[The porridge is delicious]

Qin Shu smiled, his hard brows softened instantly, and he gave a skillful cat head in return.