After Lu Huaiyu was injured, the hospital gave him a week off.

Because I couldn't have surgery, during this period when the injury was completely cured, it was a rare leisure time besides outpatient clinics and rounds.

In addition, as the end of the year approaches, fewer patients are receiving in the hospital than usual.

On the contrary, Jian Qing is busier than usual.

The more holidays come, the more money the game companies make, so several projects of the company have to launch a large expansion pack before the New Year, which has a great demand for art.

This year, Huaiyu Games has launched ten projects and intends to expand the game plate, so the Art Support Department has also expanded the recruitment of many newcomers. Jian Qing is now the main person in charge of the original painting of the Art Support Department, with three newcomers in his hand.

This time, Fenghualu's expansion pack is planned to launch a new profession, with the weapon being a bone whip. After the original character painting requirements were raised, Jian Qing asked the newcomers under her to try to release several versions of the original painting half a month in advance.

I changed it a few times before and after, but when the original painting was reversed on Friday, I still felt that it was wrong no matter how I looked.

The gesture of holding the whip is either to circle the whip in several circles and hold it in your hand, or to hold the handle, and the whip is hanging long on the ground, and it always feels less beautiful.

The official manuscript of the original painting will be released next Wednesday. Time is tight. Jian Qing borrowed a physical soft whip from the Fenghualu project operation team and took it home to prepare to study the gestures and standing postures of holding weapons on the weekend.

Because the operation team often invites coser to cosplay characters in the game, they often have a lot of props. This time, they also prepared new whip props that may be used in new professions in advance.

When Jian Qing arrived home, the sound of cutting vegetables came from the kitchen.

Because Lu Huaiyu had no surgery, he got off work early. In the past, they were busy with work, and most of them were in the canteens of their own units and companies.

Recently, Jian Qing felt that the meals in the company canteen were a bit tired of cooking, and she always felt nauseous after eating them.

After Lu Huaiyu found out, he simply cooked at home every night, then cooked more meals in the evening, and asked her to take her to the company for lunch the next day.

After a period of self-training, Lu Huaiyu has transformed from a young master who is inseparable from grains to having absolute voice in the kitchen, which is even more delicious than the rice cooked by Jian Qing.

Every time Jian Qing was hot in the tea room of the company, the fragrance wafted out of the microwave always made her passerby ask a few questions, and then she showed envious eyes, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

Jian Qing changed his shoes at the entrance, put his bag casually on the sofa in the living room, and went to the kitchen to find him in small steps.

The sunset poured in from the kitchen shutters, reflecting one by one on his beautiful side face.

It should be that he went into the kitchen before he had time to change his clothes after get off work, and Lu Huaiyu was still wearing his shirt and trousers when he went to work.

The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up, revealing the cold white and slender arms. The muscle lines were tight and strong, and they were stained with fine water droplets, which shone with glimmer under the sunlight.

The faucet of the flowing table is on, and the sound of water flowing is gurgling and clear.

The sound covered her footsteps. Lu Huaiyu lowered his head and washed the vegetables carefully and did not pay attention to the person behind him.

Jian Qing stared at him like this. It was obviously a very ordinary scene, but it made people feel warm and relieved.

I couldn't help but hug him from behind, wrapping around his waist, and pressing my face against his broad back.

A faint mint fragrance drifted in the air.

Lu Huaiyu paused, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up, "Why are you getting off work so early today?"

Usually, it was his meal that Jian Qing would arrive at home after he was ready, and sometimes he would be even later when he was busy with work.

Jian Qing sniffed, smelled the faint mint smell on his body, and dragged the lazy tail sound "Yeah", "I have to work overtime at home on weekends, so I'm back early today."

Both of them are very professional in their work.

Lu Huaiyu never asked much, and said nothing more. He put the washed vegetables into the drain basket, wiped the towel and dried his hands, and turned to face her.

He bowed his back to the corner of her mouth and kissed it quickly, as if they were accustomed to it, and then pushed her out of the kitchen.

"Go out and wait, there will be smoke in the cooking later."

Jian Qing responded obediently, stood on tiptoe, pressed his neck, and kissed him back at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows.

"Reward you." Jian Qing said with a smile.

Treat it as a reward for cooking.

Lu Huaiyu looked at her, pursed her lips, and said seriously: "The reward alone may not be enough."

"My arm injury has healed," he added.

“…”

In the past month, because of his injury, she refused to go too far, so she has always been very restrained.

"..." Jian Qing didn't dare to provoke him, so she gave him a shame and turned her eyes off, ran out of the kitchen, stuck in the sofa and didn't want to move.

I don’t know if it’s because of winter, but she has always been in a bad spirit and is very lazy recently.

After dinner, Jian Qing took a shower and continued to lie on the sofa in a depressed manner. He turned on ps4 and started playing with the Monster Hunter World.

Originally, she didn't like to play games, but under the whispers of her colleagues in the company, she gradually started to play games.

After changing several weapons back and forth and killing the Mirchen Dragon several times, I couldn't find any inspiration for the new profession whip.

The construction period is urgent, and the production work of the new profession is stuck on the original paintings in the Art Support Department.

Jian Qing grabbed her hair irritably, turned over and took out the long whip made of soft leather in her bag, circled it in a few circles and held it in her hands, stood on the carpet in the living room, and tried to find some fighting feeling.

When Lu Huaiyu came out of the bathroom, he happened to see her whip swaying to the ground. The black painted whip fell to the ground with a "slap" sound, soft and weak.

“…”

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Jian Qing was thinking about the design of a new profession and replied casually: "Play with a whip."

Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her meaningfully, but he didn't expect that she still had this kind of hobby.

He walked to the living room, sat down on the sofa, calculated the days, and asked casually: "Do you want to cook brown sugar water for you tonight?"

"No, this month is a bit inaccurate." Jian Qing shook her head. Her cycle is usually more punctual. Occasionally, she is too busy with work or staying up late, and she will be a few days late.

Lu Huaiyu said lightly, and did not speak anymore, just stared at her and played with a whip.

When Jian Qing raised her hand, her skirt was tied upwards, and the thin pajama cloth outlined a slender figure.

“…”

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a drop of water passed by.

Lu Huaiyu's dark eyes gradually became darker and his throat was a little dry. He finally slowly opened his mouth, "This is not how whips are played."

Jian Qing frowned, looked at the soft whip in her hand, and muttered, "I also think that this is not handsome no matter how you look at it."

I don’t understand why I have to design a profession that uses whips as a weapon, and I can’t understand what Fenghualu’s plan was thinking.

She casually rolled up the whip bit by bit again, lowered her head, and her black hair, which was like a waterfall, spread out, revealing her beautiful curved back neck.

The smooth suspender skirt dangled on her body, and the slender straps hung on her round and white shoulders, which were a little loose and shaky as the movements were moved.

“…”

As if he could no longer hold it back, Lu Huaiyu suddenly stood up and clasped her wrist.

Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, leaned forward, and was taken to the bedroom by him.

The man's steps are very fast, and she can only keep up with him with two steps.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Huaiyu's voice was low and heavy, carrying the magnetism that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Tell you how to use a whip."

“…”

The ceiling lights in the bedroom are bright and dazzling, and the curtains are pulled up.

"..." Jian Qing endured the unbearable overflow between her lips and teeth, and didn't know that this would be the case. She raised her feet and kicked him in the chest, murmur in her throat, "Off the light..."

Lu Huaiyu pulled the corner of her mouth, locked her hands and wrists, and pressed her to the head of the bed. He said hoarsely: "Why do you think you'll teach you if the light is turned off?"

The cold leather crossed her hot skin, and a trembling touch was heard, one after another, making it hard to bear.

“…”

The night was dark, the temperature in the room was very hot, the air gradually became sticky, and the lights were on until the second half of the night.

-

Later, for two days on the weekend, Jian Qing didn’t have the courage to pick up his pen to draw original paintings of a new profession.

The impact of how the whip was used that night was a bit too big.

Jian Qing could no longer look at it with a colorless look.

She never deals with work and decided to directly choose new people in the department to draw better paintings.

As for the whip props borrowed from the operation team, she had no shame to return them. She had to find an excuse to say that she accidentally lost them when she was at work on Monday.

The young lady of the pipes saw that her face was flushed and comforted her, "It's okay, you don't have to feel so guilty, it's only a few dozen yuan."

“…”

Jian Qing didn't know how to explain, so she could only silently give her the money for buying props.

Then he scolded Lu Huaiyu again in his heart.

On Monday afternoon, before she could send the original painting to Pei Hao, Pei Hao came over with a bag of milk tea with a flattering smile on his face.

"Did you draw the original paintings of the new profession I mentioned before?"

"..." Jian Qing was embarrassed when she thought of the original painting that she was quite coping with, so she didn't say anything directly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Hao laughed twice, touched his nose, and hesitated, "Actually this is the case. We held a planning meeting in the morning and felt that we still wanted to change our weapons..."

"What do you think of Emei Thorn?" he asked.
To be continued...