Chapter 67

There was no sound in the apartment, and the incandescent lamps were shining strongly. Su Qingyang, who came in from the outside, was a little uncomfortable. He blinked his eyes and walked to the studio on the second floor.

In the hall, there are easels all over the hall, with colorful paint everywhere. The easel with starry sky is in the most prominent position.

An ran lies down on the sofa with her eyes closed. She is obviously asleep. Her long eyelashes cast a row of neat shadows under the sunlight. Her face is more attractive with her red face.

Su Qingyang's eyes move down and find that an Ran's hand still has a thimble for sewing clothes, and some pieces of cloth are scattered under her feet.

Su Qingyang turns his eyes and finds that the mannequin beside the sofa has been put on "starry sky".

Until the feet of the long skirt will appear graceful figure, from the bottom to the top of the transition color appears very hierarchical sense, no sleeve and one line collar design, will try to show the beauty of the details of the wearer.

It's just that the stars sewn with gold and silver thread at the skirt have not been finished, and the gorgeous diamonds on the chest have not started to be inlaid.

However, Su Qingyang only from the part that has been completed, Su can conclude that an Ran's "starry sky" must be a perfect artwork!

Unconsciously, Su Qingyang turned his eyes to the master of the work.

An Ran is still sleeping. Su Qingyang's eyes slowly pass her cheek. She turns around and takes a blanket and gently covers her body.

Maybe she's tired. Su Qingyang doesn't wake her up for the blanket's movement. An ran just gently moves her body and continues to sleep with her eyes closed.

Su Qingyang looked at the smooth cheek of an ran such as white porcelain, gently stretched out his hand, but suddenly stopped in the air: what is he doing now? Obviously, I have a problem with an Ran's past, but why can't I help wanting to get close to her?

Su Qingyang suddenly withdrew his hand. His eyes were fixed on an Ran's face again. Finally, he slowly stood up, opened the door and went out: he still didn't think about it now, so he would not take another step forward, so as not to hurt others or hurt himself.

However, things will soon come to an end. Because no matter how much he is dissatisfied with an Ran's past, his pity for an Ran is expanding infinitely.

He needs a little time, just a little time, he can put an Ran's past down completely.

I hope you can wait for me

Su Qingyang said such a word to an ran who was sleeping in his heart. He closed the door gently and left.

Hearing the closing of the apartment door, an ran, covered with a blanket, slowly opens her eyes.

She slowly sat up, holding the thick blanket on her body with her hand, and sighed gently: when Su Qingyang covered her blanket, she woke up.

However, an ran didn't open her eyes. If the four eyes were relative, they would be more embarrassed!

The blanket on the body has a thick sense of security, but this sense of security, but it does not belong to their own.

An ran lowers her head and falls into deep thought: she must find a suitable opportunity to tell Su Qingyang everything. She wants to end the long embarrassment between herself and Su Qingyang!

Su Qingyang walked out of the door of the apartment and came to the riverside again. The autumn wind once again disordered his hair and made his heart more disordered.

Su Qingyang took out his cigarette and slowly put it on it. Facing the prosperous scenery on the opposite bank again, he suddenly felt very tired.

He is very clear that he has feelings for an ran, but he does not deny that he cares about an Ran's past. He either gives up his good feeling for an ran and only makes friends with her; or he doesn't care about her past and pursues her as before.

But Su Qingyang didn't know which one to choose.

Su Qingyang's eyes are more distant in the smoke. At this time, a phone call interrupts Su Qingyang's thoughts.

Su Qingyang picked up his mobile phone and found that it was a call from his family.

He pressed the answer button, the other end of the phone came the voice of his father Su Yuelin: "Qingyang, go home, I have something to ask you."

Su Yuelin's voice is serious and calm, just like the relationship between Su Qingyang and his father over the years, many emotions are hidden under the cold voice line.

Generally speaking, Su Qingyang and his father Su Yuelin can't speak more than five sentences. Only when his simple and happy mother tries to reconcile them, can they sit together and say a few words.

Su Qingyang used to feel uncomfortable with such a silent father son relationship, but later he got used to it. Of course, the relationship between him and his parents also created Su Qingyang's character today: polite and courteous to the outside, but indifferent and alienated; he is sincere and considerate to the inside.

"Well, I'll be right back." Su Qingyang hung up the phone and put out the cigarette in his hand. He threw the cigarette butt into the garbage can and walked forward. The tall figure should be integrated with the night by the river.

In the luxurious living room of Su's villa

Su Yuelin leans back on the advanced leather sofa, closing his eyes and meditating.And Su Qingyang's mother Qin Qingyue is excited to sit beside Su Yuelin. She turns her head and looks at the serious Su Yuelin, and then looks at the door of the villa living room. She thinks in her mind that today is a happy day. When Qingyang comes, she must ask him well!

After a while, Qin Qingyue saw Su Qingyang come in wearing his gray windbreaker.

"Dad, mom, I'm back." Su Qingyang took off his scarf and said hello to Su Yuelin and Qin Qingyue.

"Come back, son." Qin Qingyue rushed to take Su Qingyang's scarf and the windbreaker he had just taken off. He hung them carefully and looked at him with a smile.

Su Qingyang frowned at Qin Qingyue and asked his mother with his expression: what's the matter with my father calling me back in such a hurry?

Qin Qingyue shook her head mysteriously, as if to say: for a while, I can't tell you clearly, but you can answer it well!

Su Qingyang saw his mother's expression, and he was also very confused: what's the matter? Since he came back from studying abroad, he has been working conscientiously. It seems that he has not done something as rebellious as adolescence!

"You're back!"

When Su Qingyang tried to think about what he had done badly, Su Yuelin, who was keeping his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes. He looked at Su Qingyang and said hello.

"Well." Su Qingyang nodded and sat down with his mother beside Su Yuelin, "what's your call for me to come back?"

Su Yuelin heard Su Qingyang's question and did not speak. He just straightened up slightly and drank a cup of tea handed over by Qin Qingyue. Then he asked lightly: "I heard that you had a conflict with the contracted model of Lin's company a few days ago?"