Chapter 1124

Z Yan looked at the eye painting, the corners of his mouth raised a cold smile, "painting, very vivid."

Shan Yiqian

"That's how you love him?"

If it wasn't for deep love, it wouldn't be so vivid.

At that time, the boy who sold the paintings to him also said that this must be the one she loved deeply.

Love deeply.

She just loves him?

Foreign country, think of him, so draw him?

Zhou Kailiang.

She drew Zhou Kailiang.

We don't want to discuss this issue any more.

It was an accident.

How could she have thought that the paintings left in far away K country would appear here, or in the hands of Z Yan.

And Z Yan to her

Sometimes, I really have to sigh that God really likes to joke with her.

"Have you finished reading the contract? Give it to me when you're finished. I'll take it back to Ke Yi. "

"And my question? I'm not going to answer that? "

"Do I have to answer?"

Single Xi looks at z words.

……

Zhou group.

President's office.

"Dong Dong."

"Come in."

Han Ji pushed the door in and went to the desk, "boss, are you looking for me?"

Zhou Kailiang raised his head and looked at Han Ji, "there's something you can do for me."

"Yes."

"Go and sign Z Yan to us."

Han Ji was stunned when he heard the speech.

Sign Z?

That's right.

Zhou's group does have a good development of the studio, these years, whether it is big or new, have signed a lot.

Just, how to sign a contract suddenly?

"Yes, boss, I'll do it now."

However, since the boss has spoken, Han Ji will follow his orders.

From the president's office, Han Ji meets Feng Xuewei, who sends documents to Zhou Kailiang.

"Cough, Secretary Feng." Smile to say hello to Feng Xuewei, Han Ji's face is full of smile.

Who knows, Feng Xuewei didn't squint, didn't even look at him, and walked forward.

Han Ji frowned, stepped up and stopped in front of her.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Xuewei looked at him and asked, "what do you mean?"

Han Ji opened his mouth, thought of that night, sighed, "that, that thing..."

"As I said, we are all adults." Feng Xuewei interrupted, "we are all drunk. Besides, I have forgotten."

Don't know how, Feng Xuewei such attitude, really let Han Ji a sigh of relief.

It would be torture to hold him responsible for her.

However, he is not responsible at all. It seems that he is a little

"That..."

"If there is nothing else, please step aside. I have work to report to the president."

Han Ji shrugs his shoulders and gets out of the way.

Feng Xuewei knocks at the door.

Han Ji looks at the closed door of the president and breathes out a breath.

Forget it. Since Feng Xuewei has forgotten it, so has he.

Although I think that's a bit of a scum, but

……

I think this is a strange situation.

However, Z said that as long as she stayed to eat with him, she would return the painting to her.

I don't know why, but she always thinks that painting can't be left in Z Yan's hands.

It's like a time bomb.

Even though, she knew that Z Yan would not show the painting to Zhou Kailiang.

However, it is safest to keep it in your own hands.

In the kitchen, under the bright light, Danxi looked at a pile of ingredients and turned to the man standing at the door.

Z is wearing a home suit, holding his arms leisurely, with a relaxed attitude and expression.

Licking her lower lip, she asked, "what would you like to eat?"

Z Yan shrugged, "whatever."

"Don't you know that any dish is the hardest to make? What's more, there's no dish that's casual. "

"Whatever is whatever." With that, Z Yan stepped into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out the ribs.

Sissy looked at him. "You want to eat ribs?"

"Sweet and sour spareribs, can you make them?"

How is it the same as Zhou Kailiang's taste?

They all like sweet and sour spareribs.

Most men don't like sweets, but they

No longer think about it, she took the ribs and began to deal with it.

Z Yan smile, looking at her back, smile more and more bright.After two hours of work, sissy finally got the dinner ready.

With the last dish, she went to the living room and called.

"It's time to eat."

At that time, Z Yan is bored watching TV, smell speech, turn to her.

At that time, it was dark outside, and she stood there, full of the smell of fireworks, and the smell of home.

His heart is extraordinarily peaceful.

They are very much like the most ordinary and ordinary couple.

This idea makes Z Yan's heart hot again.

Looking at her, he was obsessed with her. He didn't move for a moment and forgot to move.

Susie frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

With a sigh, she came forward and said, "I'm eating."

Back to God, Z Yan looked at the person standing in front of him, slowly outlined a smile.

"Good."

One word, repressing emotion, sounds strange and hoarse.

He got up and walked to the restaurant side by side with sissy.

Four meals and one soup, very good dishes, white rice, a bowl of sharp.

This table makes people satisfied.

Z Yan sat down and watched Shan Qian sit down opposite him.

"Painting."

As soon as she sat down, she couldn't help saying.

Z Yan's good mood has a trace of being disturbed, frowning slightly, "what's your hurry? Can't wait for a meal? Is that the painting that important? "

The last sentence is full of irony.

With a sigh in her heart, she picked up her chopsticks and stopped talking.

After dinner, she cleaned up the kitchen and went to the living room to find someone.

Z is not here.

Look up at the second floor and go up.

Sure enough, I found him in the studio.

He is absorbed in painting.

She went over and stood in front of him.

Originally, I wanted to make a sound and draw, but looking at his side face, I drew so seriously.

For a time, words can only be choked in the throat.

Forget it. Just wait.

It's too bad to disturb him when he's painting.

So she turned and sat down on one side of the chair.

I didn't expect to wait for two hours.

Two hours later, Z Yan put down his brush and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back, I saw her sitting in a chair, eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Her eyelashes are long and thick.

Squatting in front of her, Z Yan put a light breath, so looking at her, has been focused on looking at her, to see their own a bit silly, but quiet in the heart.

Suddenly, her eyelashes moved.

I think it's someone, so I wake up.

Open your eyes, Z word is close at hand.

She was frightened and fell forward with a cry.

Zheng Zhenghao falls into the arms of Z Yan.

He held her firmly.

"Be careful."

Ear, is his steady voice.

Single Xi Leng for a while, quickly break free.

Z Yan stood up, put one hand in his pants pocket and looked at her.

Single Qian embarrassed holding his clothes, frown, think of what.

Looking up, she held out her hand. "Where's the painting?"

Z Yanxiao, pick eyebrow way: "what painting?"

“……”

She looked cold and angry.