Ye Jing recently declined foreign projects and focused on the final design.

Ye Qiaolu teased him that he was no longer busy making extra money.

He said: "Your grades have come to me, of course you have to be serious."

She asked, “Don’t you be serious about doing it yourself?”

"I don't care as much about grades as you do."

"When you say it, it makes me feel very utilitarian." She covered her heart and seemed sad.

He didn't answer. She was not utilitarian, but was serious and had to do everything best.

The most comfortable thing for two people to form a team is: they don’t have to be in the drawing room for homework. They stayed to see Lin Zeyue and had new ideas, so they could also draw them in the study in time.

Architecture is an imaginative theoretical course.

Everyone understands the words in the book in general and the principles they talk about. Even if you only look at the words, it is a bit boring. How to convert these books into design works depends on the network of thinking.

Ye Qiaolu likes to buy architectural books with pictures. Most of the time, the description of thousands of words is not as good as a picture.

After reading most of the book "Office Building Design Codes", she said, "We don't have Chinese classes when we go to college. We always read these standards, and when we write articles, we lose our previous literary talent."

"You will write the design instructions and give you a chance to exercise." Ye Jing threw out the text at once.

"How many words do you want?"

"It's concise and concise. If you can finish it in one sentence, you will never delay the second sentence."

"I know." She nodded, "It just doesn't require literary talent. She is full of poetry and books, but she has no use of skills." She held her cheek and looked out the window.

The breeze is cool and the moonlight is bright.

She recalled her high school composition, "In high school, I can describe the process of the moon rising three hundred words."

Ye Zhi opened a bottle of Fanta, "What about now?"

"Now, it will only be: the moon is rising!" She opened her hands and made a slowly rising gesture.

He handed Fanda to her.

She took a few sips, "I may not be able to write love letters in the future."

"You wrote?" He played with the bottle opener, "For whom?"

"For the boy you like." She raised her eyebrows, "Hero, do you know?"

Ye Jing stopped what he was doing and looked at her coldly.

"Ye Jing." Ye Qiaolu had new questions, "Have you received a love letter?"

"No."

"Huh." She said in surprise, "I thought you were a boy in the comics who was hit by love letters every day. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, hitting his head."

"Do you want to get a hole in the bottle opener?" The hole in the bottle opener was strung on his tail finger, and it was thrown into circles.

She covered her head in fear. "Don't want to."

"Shut up."

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Ye Qiaolu hadn't seen the cleaner for a while.

After she moved in, every time the housekeeping cleaned, she was in class.

This Saturday morning, the cleaner came.

Ye Qiaolu had just gotten up and had no brushes of her teeth. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the cleaner bent over in the living room.

After taking off her shoes, the cleaner opened the toolbox she carried. When she turned around, she met Ye Qiaolu's gaze. She smiled slightly first, and then asked Ye Jing: "Make the kitchen first?"

"study."

She was stunned for a moment, nodded, picked up the bucket and went to the balcony to fetch water.

Ye Qiaolu asked curiously, "Is she here today to the weekend?"

"She wasn't available last week."

Ye Jing cooked soup with rice noodles in the morning, Ye Qiaolu praised him a few times, and after eating, he consciously washed the dishes.

After finishing the second bedroom, the cleaner stood in the kitchen. She looked at Ye Qiaolu's foamy hands, "I'll do it."

Ye Qiaolu turned around and smiled, "It's almost finished washing."

The cleaner didn't say much and did things silently. When she passed by the door of the study, she saw Ye Jing and Ye Qiaolu approaching very close. The two of them were holding their own pens and drawing something on the same drawing.

"Keep the original mountain and make a piece here..." Ye Qiaolu drew a circle in the middle of the terrain, "Public rest green space."

The Ye Diameter pen pointed three times on the circle, "I asked you to make a standard layer plane, what landscape do you draw."

She squinted her mouth, "I looked at this contour and wanted to use it."

He scolded: "Do your own work."

She didn't move, but her eyes were rolling, "Ye Jing, why are your eyelashes so long?" It looked like a small fan.

He pulled out the printed picture she pressed.

She approached his face and looked carefully, "Will your vision be blocked when you look up?"

"No." He traced the terrain on copy paper.

She leaned up and turned to the angle of his side face. Her eyelashes were so bent that they seemed to be able to hang a rope.

He lowered his head to draw his own picture.

The cleaner stood at the door, whispering to break the silence of the study, "Will you clean up the master bedroom?"

"Yeah." Ye Jing replied.

The cleaner walked towards the master bedroom, turned the door handle, and pushed open the door.

Ye Diao's room has always been neat and clean.

She only needs daily cleaning.

After wiping the table, he turned around and the cleaner was startled by the head stumbled at the door.

Seeing that it was Ye Qiaolu, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Qiaolu smiled.

She came over while Ye Jing was in the bathroom and was curious.

She had previously thought that Ye Jing prohibited outsiders from entering this room, but no one could enter the cleaner who was more outsider than her. Her close friend, who lived together, was driven away by him after a few glances.

She waved to the cleaner and asked in a low voice, "Is there any shameful item in this room?"

The cleaner shook his head.

Ye Qiaolu felt that she was silly asking. Since the cleaner could see her, she would definitely not be shameful. Change the question: "Is there any strange male items?"

The worker still shakes his head.

Ye Qiaolu looked around the room, without any abnormality.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom opening, she hurried to the study.

Her hurried figure ran past Ye Jing, who was standing at the bathroom door.

He looked at the master bedroom with the door open and walked towards the study.

The cleaner looked at the empty door and chuckled softly.

What is an exception?

The youthful throbbing of the boy seemed to her as a must. Even if she saw the masturbation tool in the room, it would be no big deal.

The room of Ye Diamond is clean and there is no tool to see.

The cleaner only picked up a half-naked painting of a girl by chance before.

The painting was vividly painted, which was the small round face that just popped up.

He has a plump figure, a slim breast, and has a big breast.

Ye Zhi was always dull, and his father's family wanted him to have fun every night and have fun, for fear that he would stay until the night of his marriage.

When he learned that a girl was living with him, Ye's father immediately fired a salute.

My son is hopeless for eating meat.

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On two days on weekends, Ye Jing and Ye Qiaolu did not go out.

I ordered a few takeaways and spent the rest of my time doing design in the study.

The general idea was settled.

The two of them divided the work well, Ye Qiaolu was responsible for the functional part, and Ye Diameter focused on the facade shape.
To be continued...