第(4/8)节 三稿。                                                                                                            “咦？”梁飞凡诧异，“这个是谁做的？”                                                                                                            “怎么了？”顾烟期待，怎么？还算好的么？他那么诧异的样子。                                                                                                            “照顾明珠的脾气，这个作者应该被她拖出去填海了吧？”他做疑惑状。                                                                                                            顾烟啪的合上笔记本，扭过脸去一口咬在他下巴上，重重的不松口。梁飞凡呵呵的笑，伸手去挠她痒，两个人窝在办公椅里闹成一团。笔记本渐渐倾斜，嘭的掉在地上。                                                                                                            顾烟连忙捡起来打开，沮丧的嚷嚷，“没有了唉——梁飞凡！你赔我！”y盘受到震荡，文件没来得及保存就没了。                                                                                                            梁飞凡双手交叉枕在脑后，似笑非笑的看着她。顾烟恼了，隔着衬衫揪他x前的小红点。梁飞凡吃痛捂着心口，按着她叹气，“这世上要是b赛无理取闹，你是当之无愧的冠军。”                                                                                                            “你到底赔不赔！”                                                                                                            梁飞凡凑到她耳边暧昧低语，“你今晚陪我，我就赔一个设计给你。”顾烟脸红红的，搂着他的脖子在他脸上啄了一下，“成交。”                                                                                                            韦博今天大战前的放松，放假半天，顾烟不用回公司，就在梁氏陪着他。大大的办公桌，他们面对面坐着，梁飞凡批示他的工作计划，顾烟自学着设计的入门，明亮的办公室里，下午有暖暖的太yan晒进来，开着空调闭着窗户就有点可惜了。顾烟把四扇窗户都打开来，轻柔的风随着yan光里微尘的味道扑面而来，室内的气氛更为温馨。                                                                                                            两个人，一大
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