Chapter 13

Walking towards the studio where she saw him last time, an Xiaojing looks around. The studio is empty, only with seasoning plates, oil brushes and a pair of sunflowers that were not finished last time, but without him.

An Xiaojing sighed and collapsed with disappointment in her eyes.

It seems that I can't see him today

Just as she turned to leave, a figure came from the distance. Yes, it was him That man, like a God

An Xiaojing raised her head, her face was a little flustered, but her eyes were full of surprise.

"Well Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come to your studio I just She was at a loss and stammered.

"I didn't tamper with your things!" An Xiaojing shook her hands and was very nervous.

The man didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile, shook his head, and then sat down in front of the easel.

He picked up the oil brush and slowly painted the paper with colors, layer by layer, gradually becoming faint and stained.

From the light yellow has the level to add to the golden, orange, bright color, hierarchical.

An Xiaojing squatted beside him, holding her face in her hands and exclaiming.

"You know, this is our second meeting! Last time I left in a hurry, I didn't introduce myself well. Hello, my name is an Xiaojing. "

She tilted her head, her eyes bent into a pair of crescent.

The man didn't answer, just turned his head slightly and slightly.

An Xiaojing seems to have been used to him not to speak, also did not care too much.

He was painting quietly. She stood beside him. An Xiaojing's heart calmed a lot. Looking at him, she said, "in fact I know you are Leng Yichen's younger brother... "

She said here for a moment, saw that he did not respond, and then added: "ah! Why do you think people are so different? You feel so Gentle, but he is so cold

"You are so different in character! It's not like a mother at all

"But I envy you." An Xiaojing lowered her eyes. "I also have a brother, but he is ill and can't be with me now..."

From an Xianyang to Leng Yichen, an Xiaojing said word by word. The tone is cadenced and the expression is flying.

Leng Chenxi occasionally stops her brush, turns around, looks solemn, and listens to her carefully.

The two people were talking like this, she was talking, he was listening.

An Xiaojing occasionally looked up at him, and a large amount of sunlight poured in on him, plating him with a layer of Phnom Penh, which made people feel very warm.

There was a warmth in her heart.

The man turned his head and learned from an Xiaojing to bend his eyebrows and eyes into a crescent.

With a chuckle, an Xiaojing suddenly felt that he was a little familiar, but this feeling of familiarity did not come from the reason why she saw him last time.

An Xiaojing looked at him and suddenly widened her eyes. His clothes were familiar, as if they were the clothes that Leng Yichen had changed before Navy blue suit

An Xiaojing stopped for a moment and felt a little surprised. Did Leng Chenxi and Leng Yichen both like to buy the same clothes?!

Are twins like this?!

After shaking her head, an Xiaojing felt that she thought too much! What kind of clothes others wear to do her shit!

In the evening, the sun gradually dissipated and was covered by thick white clouds.

When he finished coloring the last Sunflower petals, he put down his oil brush, wiped the frame, and turned to look at an Xiaojing.

"Finished?" An Xiaojing said with a smile.

The man raised his eyebrows and chuckled, reaching for the sketchpad.

"How beautiful! Lifelike An Xiaojing sincerely praised.

However, the man handed the painting to her, with a strong smile between her eyebrows.

An Xiaojing was surprised and said, "is it for me?"

He nodded, and an Xiaojing grinned and cheered, "great! thank you! I will collect them well! "

She stopped laughing and looked at him blushing.

An Xiaojing was still immersed in joy. She suddenly heard the sound of the traffic outside. She was stunned and immediately thought of what uncle Lin had said to her.

It's over. Leng Yichen must be back!

An Xiaojing rolled up the oil painting and waved to him, "next time we have a chance to see you again! I have to leave first, or I won't be able to eat at night! " Then he spat out his tongue, and his face was mischievous.

The man nodded with a smile and waved to her.

How can an Xiaojing feel like Cinderella in a fairy tale?

When midnight arrived, she had to take off her crystal shoes and rush home.

An Xiaojing ran all the way, quickly rushed back to the room, closed the door, leaned back on the door, gasping for breath. Fortunately, she ran fast. If she met Leng Yichen, she would not end up well!An Xiaojing blinked her eyes and thought about it. It's not right! Why are you so afraid of him?

An Xiaojing thought she was funny, and her stubbornness was immediately revealed on her face.

She scratched the door of the room, but it was quiet outside. An Xiaojing carefully stretched out her head and went to the stairs.

Leng Yichen didn't come back?!

What's the noise outside the door just now?!

No matter, she didn't come back just in time. An Xiaojing happily went back to her room and put the painting she had given her in a box and put it in the cabinet.

Then sitting in front of the window, looking at the green lawn, feeling a burst of joy, thinking of the cold dawn, her heart is warm.

But after a while, an Xiaojing heard a lot of noise coming from downstairs.

She immediately regained consciousness, turned her mouth, and could think of it with her little toe that it must be Leng Yichen coming back!

With her eyes closed, an Xiaojing didn't want to see Leng Yichen's disgusting face!

But it was only her own idea!

God seems to be against her in general, uncle Lin knocked on her door, told her that the young master came back, let her go down to eat together.

An Xiaojing raises eyebrows and is surprised that Leng Yichen's conscience has been discovered, or has her personality changed? In the morning, I swore not to let myself eat at the same table with him, but changed my mind so quickly in the evening?

An Xiaojing was amazed!

People say that women are a book, can't read through, in her view, Leng Yichen is a book! All day long, he put on a bad face of "the world owes him millions", which makes people wonder what he is thinking!

It is said that women are the most fickle, turn over a face faster than a book! However, she thought that Leng Yichen was the best!

After trimming her clothes, an Xiaojing went downstairs.

Leng Yichen is sitting on the dining table. She is walking downstairs. The corner of her mouth rises slightly. It seems that she is in a good mood!

Leng Yichen's deep black eyes burst out two kinds of essence light, and the cold feeling filled the air. He drew up the corner of his lips, evil and cruel.

She is that person's daughter, how can he let her live happily?

He will torture her severely, let her taste the pain!

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