Chapter 102 My Husband Is Not Tired

The city's headlines reported on the Beijing Chamber of Commerce's mobilization of companies to help with the earthquake relief effort.

A corporate disaster relief cooperation and exchange conference was held in the Chamber of Commerce auditorium today, with hundreds of senior corporate managers gathered in the auditorium.

After the fundraising by various companies was completed, various parties participated in the discussion on earthquake relief precautions and required materials, clarified the division of labor and cooperation, and this afternoon the fourth batch of disaster relief materials was urgently transferred to the disaster area.

In the news photo, Sheng Ting was sitting on the podium, solemn and upright, giving a speech at the opening ceremony of the exchange meeting.

The official gave a close-up of his face, with bright eyes and stern features. There was a silver plate in front of him with his name and title engraved on it, and he looked very majestic at first glance.

Watching him through the screen, he always seems cold, hard and distant.

This is what he is like most of the time.

Stare at it for a moment and click to save the image.

I feel like he will be home late again today.

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Chu Shuang was a little cautious when she started painting Chinese paintings again after almost a year. Even though she already had a finished picture in her mind, she still worked on it slowly and carefully, painting for a while and thinking for a while, fearing that the composition would not be harmonious.

She sketched this painting, "Mountains and Green Birds," for several days before the Lunar New Year. During this time, she began to work on the details, always stopping and starting to paint, being extremely careful.

I don't know why I am so tied up.

Maybe my previous paintings were all done as I pleased and somewhat carefree, but this time I was thinking about showing the painting to Sheng Ting, so I suddenly felt pressured.

It seems that one is restrained.

After working for a while, she put down her paintbrush and leaned against the window to relax in the breeze.

By the way, I reviewed myself.

One cannot be timid and doubtful when painting. Being too cautious will only backfire.

In fact, it is the same principle as being a person. Comparing yourself with others and suppressing yourself in everything will only make you unrecognizable. Instead, being casual and spontaneous will make people like you.

Forget it, I won't think about him anymore. Her paintings come from her pen and should have their own soul.

The previous painting style was loved by so many people precisely because of its casual and unrestrained style.

It would be safer for her to take the path that she is most familiar with and most comfortable with.

It is not advisable to make sudden changes and waste time.

After thinking it through, Chushuang felt a lot more relaxed.

Many flowers have bloomed in the spring, competing with each other for beauty in the garden. Watching them from afar, I feel inexplicably relaxed.

After relaxing for a while, I turned back to painting and it was indeed much smoother than before.

I will start working tomorrow and won't have much time to stay in the studio.

This painting of hers takes about a month to complete, including coloring, drying, secondary coloring and detail processing.

She would work hard within this month to carve out the cinnabar, and then use this new seal to print it.

Come to think of it, she's pretty busy.

In the afternoon, Chu Shuang sent a message asking Sheng Ting if she wanted to come back for dinner. After a while, he replied saying that he had an appointment in the evening and asked her to eat alone.

If he doesn't come back, she will have to make the pot of black chicken soup by herself.

Aunt Yuan kept serving her chicken soup, and Chushuang couldn't refuse her kindness. She drank so much that she didn't want to see chicken soup again for a month.

She was about to rush to carve a seal in the evening, but she received an order from a customer for a book cover, which was an expedited order. After understanding the customer's requirements, she took the tablet to the studio.

When Sheng Ting came back, the living room was deserted. He went upstairs and opened the doors of the bedroom and study but found no one.

In the past, when she was upstairs, she would go downstairs to greet him when she heard the sound of his car.

After thinking for a while, Sheng Ting went up to the third floor.

The door of the studio was open, and as soon as I went upstairs I could see the light in the room.

When I got closer, I saw a figure leaning against the tatami and sleeping.

In his hand was a tablet with the screen turned off.

She worked too late last night and was probably too tired to get a good night's sleep. She fell asleep while leaning back.

I stared at her quietly for a moment. I heard some rustling sounds outside the window. I walked over to take a look and saw that the first spring rain of this year had fallen at night.

The rain was not heavy, and its drops of rain tapped on the plants in the garden below, playing a silent nocturne.

After standing in front of the window for a while, Sheng Ting felt the coolness of the night.

The temperature has dropped. Although it has rained, it is still spring and the people in the disaster area will have a hard time for a few more days. I don’t know if the donated cotton-padded clothes, quilts, tents and other supplies will be enough.

After closing the window, he walked over to Chu Shuang, gently took the tablet from her hands, and then carried her downstairs.

Chu Shuang woke up halfway through the conversation. Seeing the handsome face magnified in front of her, she curled her lips and asked, "You're back?"

"I'm back."

Sheng Ting lowered his eyes to look at her, "I couldn't see you when I came back, and I thought you went somewhere, but it turned out that you fell asleep upstairs."

It's already past ten o'clock, so it's not too early.

Hatsushimo looked at the man's tough facial lines and felt a little distressed. "Why are you so hard-working? You come back so late every day."

“I saw you on the news today.”

Sheng Ting chuckled, "You still pay attention to me."

Chu Shuang didn't say anything, but in her heart she thought, isn't this normal? If not him, who should she focus on?

"President Sheng is responsible, has the power to inspire and execute." She gave him a thumbs up. "Very handsome, some people in the comment section even call you husband."

The man hummed lightly, and it seemed that this was not the first time he had heard of such a thing.

"My husband is not tired."

Hatsushimo opened her lips and her cheeks warmed up.

Back in the bedroom, she was put on the bed and Sheng Ting found the sheets.

"Change the sheets?"

"Um."

Thinking of the decadence and indulgence in this room last night, Chu Shuang's body suddenly became hot.

Sheng Ting lowered his brows, as if he was thinking about something.

Chu Shuang coughed lightly and pulled the quilt over her. "I've taken a shower and I'm going to sleep now. Tomorrow is my first day at work. You should also take a shower and go to bed. You haven't had a good rest recently."

When Sheng Ting came out again, only the bedside lamp was left on in the room.

He pulled the quilt aside, pulled her into his arms, bent down to smell her hair, and said in a steady voice, "Shall I wake you up tomorrow?"

Hatsushimo's hands grabbed the sheets under the quilt, "Okay."

There was silence in the darkness for a few seconds, and the man's warm breath brushed against her face. He just kissed her and let go.

"Good night."

On the first day of work in the new year, Sheng Ting sent her downstairs to the company building.

As soon as she entered the company, the receptionist Zhou Wenshuang narrowed her eyes and smiled at her softly.

"morning."

Hatsushimo chuckled, "Morning."

On the first day of work, colleagues brought local specialties to share with everyone. The office atmosphere was harmonious and cheerful. The atmosphere became quiet as the editor-in-chief Sun Mengzhu walked in.

She walked into the office with her chin raised, and glanced at the people at their workstations in her high heels, with no emotion in her eyes.

Sister Xu rolled her eyes and continued distributing things to everyone.

The new comic written by Hatsushimo will be serialized soon. Several of the styles I drew before have been shown to the higher-ups and have passed the review. The feedback from the original author has also been good.

She had already drawn the first ten chapters before the New Year. During this period, she worked overtime to save more manuscripts, and together with two other colleagues, she tried to release the first 20 chapters at once when the show went online.

A comic book cannot be completed by one person alone. In addition to the main artist drawing the main characters and key plots, several assistants are also needed to help draw the environment, buildings and minor characters.

This is also the first time that Chu Shuang has been the chief writer since she joined the company. The qualification of chief writer is not easy to come by. That's why she was so tactful with Sun Mengzhu before.

This is her first comic in the true sense, I hope everything goes well.