Chapter 383 Make Her Jealous?

"Liu..."

Liu Fei's gentle voice came, and Tong Huaer held the phone tightly. He took it off his ear and looked at the screen in astonishment.

Liu Fei and Zong Beili...

The man who was on the phone with her just now was having sex with another woman, and what did Liu Fei mean by calling? Does it make her jealous to hear how powerful zong beili is?

Tong Huaer frowned and hung up the phone. Feeling hot, he threw the phone aside.

The next day.

Tong Huaer got up early and went to the studio. His right hand, wrapped in gauze, was not very agile, and the effect of the drawing was much worse than before. But since it was a charity auction, it should be more important to have a heart.

"Young master Zong."

In the evening, when Zong Beili came back from work, there was no sign of Tong Huaer in the living room. He frowned and said, "Where is she?"

"Miss Tong has been in the studio all day." Nanny Wu said respectfully.

Still drawing?

Zong Beili frowned and walked towards the studio. He pushed open the doorman, Huaer, and sat in front of the easel, staring intently at the drawing board in front of him.

"Tong Huaer, are you really not happy about masochism?" Zong Beili walked over with a cold face.

Tong Huaer was shocked and turned to look at the door. He looked at Zong Beili in surprise, "You're back. Are you off work?"

She was too focused on the painting to notice that it was getting dark by now. Suddenly thinking of Liu Fei's voice last night, Tong Huaer's eyes flashed and he turned his head unnaturally.

Zong Beili glanced at her with a cold face and looked at the drawing board in displeasure, "This is what you drew? Tong Huaer, are you sure someone will take a picture of something like this on stage?"

"I... I've tried my best."

Knowing that his painting was not good, Tong Huaer lowered his head awkwardly, paused, and looked up anxiously, "But my painting is very meaningful. I want to share my experience. I think life is very difficult, but..."

"Who cares?"

Zong Beili suddenly interrupted her. Tong Huaer was stunned by the calm look in her eyes.

What... Who cares?

"Tong Huaer, no one will care what the meaning of your painting is. You can take it, but it has to be the painting in your studio, not yours!"

Zong Beili said in a low voice.

She painted the starry sky and the path of her past heart. It was hard and strong, which was what she wanted to express.

He understood, but who cares what she went through at a charity dinner?

The paintings in the studio were all from famous artists, and hers... Were worthless.

Tong Huaer looked at Zong Beili in a daze. She knew what he meant, but...

"I believe someone will appreciate my painting! Even if I buy it at a low price, I feel happy!"

She was not ignorant of what zong beili said. She had heard before that these activities were just a platform for fighting for beauty. But her original intention of attending this charity dinner was not to get the news.

She had no right to say anything about how valuable other people were taking, and that was a good thing, wasn't it? The money from the last auction was for charity anyway.

"Well, people with simple minds are naive!" Zongbei's stern and dignified face came to a conclusion. He was too lazy to pay attention to her and turned to walk outside, "Come out and eat, or I'll throw away your stupid painting!"

"...

What is a broken painting? She worked hard to draw it!

Tong Huaer bit her lip and knew that Zong Beili's threat was never just a word. She put down her brush and ran after him.

Two days later.

The painting was finally finished, and it was done. Tong Huaer stretched, but he didn't expect to accidentally pull the wound on the back of his hand.

"Ah!"

Tong Huaer screamed in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Zong Beili walked in from outside. Tong Huaer was holding the back of his hand and his wrinkled face was covered in cold sweat. He bit his lips and couldn't speak.

"You deserve it! There's nothing to do! Take it out and throw it away!"

Seeing her expression, Zong Beili frowned and roared, reaching for the easel.

"Zong Beili!" Tong Huaer hurriedly stopped him, his pained little face grinning and pleading eyes, inexplicably strange: "Don't you, I had a hard time drawing it."

"Who asked you to draw? You deserve it!" Zong Beili roared.

"I... I don't hurt very much either." Tong Huaer smiled awkwardly and raised his hand to indicate that he was fine.

In fact, it's almost killing me, okay? But in order to calm Zong Beili down, she had to endure it.

"Young master Zong." Nanny Wu stood at the door and said respectfully, "Assistant Ye called and said you should leave for the reception."

"Do you have any social engagements tonight?"

Tong Huaer turned to look at Zong Beili curiously.

Zongbei glanced at her sharply, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You go with me!"

"Ah?" Tong Huaer was stunned.

"What? You don't want to?" Zong Beili's eyes were sinister, as if she dared to settle the score with her if she did not go.

"...

Of course, Tong Huaer didn't want to, but he looked at zong beili's danger at the moment, bit his lip and said, "Go... Go, I've finished painting anyway, and there's nothing to do at night... Hehe..."

"...

Zongbei's handsome face was expressionless, and Tong Huaer's last laugh was particularly awkward...

Well, this man is angry again.

Tong Huaer stuck out her tongue and went back to the bedroom to change. She chose a beige dress and put it on. Because one hand was inconvenient, she could only sit in front of the mirror and ask Nanny Wu to help her comb her hair.

"Miss Tong, your relationship with young master Zong is getting better and better. I'm happy for you."

Nanny Wu said with a smile.

"Is there?"

Tong Huaer curled his lips.

They had a fight just now. Although it wasn't really a fight, Zong Beili ignored her again. Her face was so cold that it could freeze to death.

"Of course, haven't you noticed that young master Zong has been smiling a lot these days?" Nanny Wu said.

"... Did Zong Beili ever smile?

It was not the same as before, moody, like a dangerous thing that could explode at any time.

"Well, young master Zong is still waiting for you outside. Miss Tong, you should go." Combing tong Huaer's hair, Nanny Wu said with a smile.

Tong Huaer returned to his senses, looked at himself in the mirror, curled his lips, stood up and walked out.

"I'm done."

Walking into the living room, Tong Huaer looked at the man sitting on the sofa with a smile. Zong Beili looked up at her and her eyes trembled.

She did not have much decoration. Her long seaweed-like hair was gently draped behind her head. She wore a pearl headband and a beige dress. She looked like a delicate flower.