Chapter 143
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"Haha, you have become the chairman, you know how to make things difficult for others."
Heulwen sighed, in fact, he only said that, but still had a way of inviting a character into the underground world.
Atlas just coldly snorted, and was about to hang up when the other party suddenly spoke: "Don't hang up, I have something important to tell you."
"What's the matter?"
Atlas frowned.'At the party tonight, I saw someone who shouldn't have appeared at the party, Phelmi."
On the other side, Heulwen slowly said.
"You know something."
He was very familiar with Heulwen, otherwise he wouldn't have said a few things.
"Well, one or two interesting things."
Heulwen deliberately kept silent, seemingly deliberately provoking Atlas's patience.
Daisy walked out of the room and saw Atlas talking on the phone. She didn't bother him but went to the side to dry her hair and charge her phone.
As soon as she turned on the power, a series of messages popped up one after another, all from a gossipy friend and one from the editor-in-chief.
She ignored those messages and only read the message from the editor-in-chief: "Daisy, you must have the full version of the last two chapters for me tomorrow."
Only then did she realize that she hadn't finished drawing the picture. Looking at the clock, it was already eleven thirty. She wondered Will she have time to draw tomorrow morning. Never mind, if she can't do it, she has to do it.
Thinking so, Daisy quickly dried her hair and hurriedly ran to the table to get some documents and a box of paint. Just after answering the phone, Atlas saw her holding a stack of papers in her hands and asked: "What are you doing?"
"I forgot that I have to submit the final draft tomorrow, I have to stay up late tonight. You go to sleep first. I'll borrow your office to work."
After saying that, Daisy left the room without giving him a chance to say anything.
Atlas looked at her figure and sighed. It was already this late, what was she doing? He didn't ask her to earn money to support him. He was more than capable of supporting her.
At midnight, some people had already gone to bed, some were still engrossed in work, and some were tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Erasmus hugged the teddy bear tightly in her arms and thought, the image of that person appeared in her mind, if Layla hadn't said that someone liked her, she wouldn't care about this matter, but who told that girl to have so many things that she couldn't think clearly because of him.
Of course, deep down in her heart, she didn't believe that the cold Luke liked her, but his actions and gestures were extremely strange, making her unable to help but think about this.
Like or dislike was a headache, if he said he liked her, then there was no basis to prove it, and if he didn't like her, how could Layla say so? And the same went for everyone's eyes.
Strange, really strange.
Erasmus thought about it and suddenly stood up, reaching for her phone to text her married friend for advice, but opening the phone made her even angrier. Her friend hadn't even read the previous messages, let alone...
"They're all the same, maybe they're happily married."
Erasmus muttered to himself and threw the phone aside, not wanting to care anymore.
The person Erasmus was referring to was still working hard, not as happy as everyone thought.
Daisy continued to draw, in the first ten minutes she drew a fairly satisfactory picture, but later on, not knowing if it was because she was in a hurry, her drawings became more and more unsuccessful, not a single one was considered acceptable, more than ten sheets of paper were crumpled and thrown to the ground without mercy.
"What should I do, why can't I draw anything?"
Daisy scratched her head, her mouth holding a pencil, this was the first time she had drawn something so miserable, the lines were too rough and not sharp, and the more she looked at it the more she wanted to tear it apart.
When will it be finished? At this moment, the door opened, Daisy heard the noise and looked over, the man pushing the wheelchair was walking towards her.
Daisy was a little surprised and asked: "You still haven't slept, I still have to go to work early tomorrow."
"My wife hasn't slept yet, how can I sleep, Daisy, if you need the money, I can give it to you, any amount, you don't need to work so hard."
Atlas sighed and said.'It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of responsibility. I promised the editor-in-chief that I would finish the drawing tomorrow, but I forgot about Winifred these past few days. I've been staying up late to draw, but I haven't done anything yet."
Daisy said a little listlessly.
"Then let me help you."
Atlas suggested.
Daisy asked doubtfully, "Apart from design, do you know how to draw graphics?"
Atlas shook his head, "Not very well, but I know a little, I can draw a human skeleton or something like that."
Hearing this, Daisy thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then help me."
Atlas came and sat next to her, looked at her previous drawings for a while, and then pointed out her mistakes. Daisy thought it made sense, so she took another piece of paper and continued drawing, and drew as he told her.
Only five minutes later, there was a perfect drawing. Daisy held up the drawing, both surprised and impressed: "This is how to draw "Yes."
"Atlas, you are talented, why don't you try drawing a little, the next one is a scene of the male and female leads holding hands and walking under the blue sky, surrounded by flowers and stone benches."
Daisy told him to try drawing, if he could see her flaws in the picture, maybe he could draw it.
Atlas also did not hesitate to take out a pencil to sketch on the paper, Daisy was beside him observing the movement of his hand, he drew very quickly, it seemed that with just a few strokes, he had sketched the faces of the male and female leads.
Five minutes later, the shape appeared before her eyes, and Daisy's eyes almost fell out.
"Atlas."
She swallowed.
Atlas suddenly stopped writing and asked doubtfully: "Why, it doesn't suit you, then let me draw it again, I only occasionally sketched human figures, so it won't be what you want."
Daisy shook her head again, excitedly saying: 'No, you shouldn't say that, you draw much better than me, look at these eyes, they are extremely charming, Atlas, you are really, really a genius, fortunately, you didn't enter the world of comics, otherwise I would lose my job."
Atlas looked at her sparkling eyes and laughed: 'No need to say I'm so exaggerated, I learned how to draw from a painter when I went to Japan once."
'Is that so, that painter must be very good, right?"
Daisy felt a little moved in her heart, looking at people who were born with everything, not to mention innate talent, fortunately meeting talented people, her husband was a typical example. However, talented people like him were hated and harmed by many people. It was true that women hated each other because of their looks, men hated each other because of their talents.
Dalziel must have been jealous of him and wanted him dead. Fortunately, God had an eye on him and let him live, but still took away his legs. Although he did not say it, she knew he still wanted to stand up. He expressed this very clearly. Sometimes, she saw him looking at his legs with a helpless expression.
