A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 142: Pretty Man VS Tired and Happy

Huo Yan smiled awkwardly.

Later, Ali pulled her box into the room and put it directly into the bedroom.

Huo Yan was standing in the living room, and Young Master Qian looked at her with a hint of interest.

Mingli put the box out, and Young Master Qian sat down steadily and ordered:

"Xiao Ming, just make something for a couple of bites. I have to leave at 8 o'clock."

Ali was stunned at that moment, looking at Young Master Qian with unconcealed surprise.

he!

He had never stayed at her place for more than fifteen minutes, let alone eaten here, and he even asked her to cook it?

"Do I do it?"

Ali was a little flattered. People like them, what kind of delicacies must they not have eaten?

Do you like what she does?

"It's okay. It's better and healthier to eat at home in the future."

"Okay, then I'll make something lighter." Ali agreed with a smile.

"I'll help you." Huo Yan spoke quickly.

She can't eat and live for free.

"You'd better wait and don't cause me any trouble."

Huo Yan blushed in embarrassment.

"You can't cook?"

Young Master Qian asked in confusion.

Huo Yan secretly rolled his eyes and muttered softly: "Many people can't do this..."

Young Master Qian didn't say anything else and just kept turning his phone.

Huo Yan was not used to being alone with a man, which made her feel uncomfortable. Besides, Qian Ziang was Ali's boyfriend, so she had to avoid suspicion.

Young Master Qian's behavior that night was very unusual. He suddenly became close to Ali.

When eating, he picked up food for Ali, wiped off the oil stains from the corners of Ali's mouth, etc., and he did it very skillfully.

Ali was also puzzled, but it did not affect her heart beating fast for him.

Ali really fell in love with Qian Ziang. Being close yet distant is not only useful for men, but also for women.

Sometimes I want to see Qian Ziang so much, but I have to endure it.

Huo Yantou buried his cigarette in the bowl, reducing his presence to a minimum, and then ate his meal quietly.

After the meal, Ali sent Mr. Qian downstairs and then came back with a happy face.

"I think I will marry him and have two children," said Ali.

Huo Yan nodded, "Yeah, very good."

Huo Yan thought of Young Master Qian's face and frowned slightly.

I think that guy is too handsome, men shouldn’t look like that.

She is as pretty as a woman, and her facial features are even more beautiful than a woman's.

"What about you? Have you thought about what to do in the future?" Ali asked Huo Yan.

Huo Yan shrugged and said:

"Once the graffiti work at the roller skating rink is finished, school will almost start and we can move into the dorms."

"If there's anything in the future, tell me." Ali said seriously:

Huo Yan nodded, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Huo Yan goes to the roller skating rink every day. She works very hard at this part-time job.

The patterns were all designed by myself, and they depict the story of "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King".

When she showed her first draft to the boss, she added another three thousand on the spot:

"As long as you let this painting go up on my wall, little girl, I tell you, from now on, when you come here to play, I won't charge you a penny. Not only you, but also the classmates and friends you bring with you. How about that?"

"Okay!" Huo Yan agreed immediately.

This is really tough. I want to do my best, but the project is huge.

The boss lady also said that this painting is original, and as long as she is willing to paint it, she will give the money no matter when it is completed.

Of course Huo Yan gritted his teeth and worked.

On the third day when Huo Yan was standing on a stool waving the Osaka brush, sweating profusely, Ji Wuwei appeared.

Ji Wuwei looked at her at the door for a long time. She must have had a hard time without her mother.

Huo Yan bent down and reached out to pick up the color palette, but he was just a little bit short.

But the next second, Ji Wuwei handed the palette to her.

Huo Yan looked at Ji Wuwei standing in front of him, moved his mouth but didn't say anything.

"I'll help you." Ji Wuwei said.

Huo Yan didn't say anything either. It wasn't because he was angry, but because he suddenly didn't know what to say.

From that day on, Ji Wuwei came every day.

On the seventh day, Huo Yan started talking to Ji Wuwei.

She asked:

"How did you come?"

Ji Wuwei's eyes were filled with joy. He was finally willing to talk to him. He quickly responded:

"My mother sent me abroad, and my aunt helped me cover it up, so I came back. Don't be afraid, I won't leave you again this time."

Huo Yan paused what he was doing and turned to look at him. Their eyes met in mid-air, staring at each other silently.

Just as Ji Wuwei was trying to think of a topic for conversation, Huo Yan suddenly said:

"Thank you."

This moved Ji Wuwei so much that he almost burst into tears.

She didn't chase him away. Does this mean that she accepts his approach?

"Why are you thanking me? I wasn't there for your mother's matter, and I didn't help you. I feel guilty. I just hope to do something else for you to make up for my mistake. I beg you to forgive me and give me another chance."

Ji Wuwei suddenly put away his smile and spoke seriously.

Huo Yan brushed the paint one stroke at a time, then looked at Ji Wuwei with a puzzled look in his eyes:

"You did nothing wrong, and I didn't blame you, so why should I forgive you?"

Ji Wuwei looked at Huo Yan for a long time, then asked, "Can I still like you? Can I still pursue you?"

Huo Yan's heart suddenly trembled, and she turned away, not looking at him. After a while, she said:

"up to you……"

If someone likes you, will you feel less afraid?

Actually, she is not the only one, right?

Ji Wuwei was ecstatic, his expression somewhat excited. He suppressed the urge to run over and hug her, and laughed repeatedly:

"Okay, okay, then I will definitely work hard to catch up with you."

Huo Yan painted her wall seriously, but she still felt a little warm in her heart.

For Huo Yan, this hot summer vacation, because of her mother's departure, she felt like she was in an ice cave and could not warm up no matter what.

*

Ascendas Building, office.

"Master, Miss Huo Yan has arrived in Kyoto." Lu Zeng did not hide it after all.

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded. He knew about Huo Yan's arrival in Kyoto the night he arrived, but there had been no movement.

"Ms. Huo Yan seems to be busy with her artwork. I went to see her painting. This is her painting. It's called 'Graffiti'."

Lu Zeng took pictures of several completed images of the wall, mimeographed them and placed them neatly on his desk.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyes, paused, and took it.

The colors were bright and lively, but he obviously didn't appreciate them. He glanced at them and put them aside without saying anything.

Of course he knew that she had extraordinary painting skills.

The fake painting that the old man had treasured for many years was actually made by her.