Chapter 306

London.

In the studio, watercolors are sprayed all over the wall in a disorderly way, making the original clean wall colorful.

Huajun micro long bangs scattered in front of the forehead, the right eye below the tear mole, also accounted for a touch of bright yellow paint.

It's not only on his face, but also on his body, which makes his whole person just like rolling out of the colorful paint.

At this moment, color is him, and he is the most bright color.

Uncle Gong quietly looked at the young master immersed in the creation, but his kind smile gradually solidified.

Because with his shallow painting ideas, we can see a woman's smiling face on the wall.

It's because this side face is so familiar that it appears on the young master's canvas countless times.

Painting, burning, painting again, burning again, he seems to be endlessly repeating this seemingly meaningless operation.

For a long time, uncle Gong sighed and came forward to remind him.

"Young master, it's almost eight o'clock in the evening in China. The master's call will come on time."

The flower gentleman didn't care to should a, Mou Guang still continued to stare at the facial expression.

"Young master," Uncle Gong's voice raised a few points, a light cough to remind: "about Miss Gu's return to prepare for your painting exhibition, don't you plan to report to the master?"

Huajun finally had some reaction to this. He turned around with a smile. The bright yellow oil on his face matched with the playful tear mole, which added a touch of gorgeous flavor to him.

"What? Report that the new Muse survived, so can he prepare for the next underworld

At this point, the brush in his hand suddenly stained with a black paint.

"Pa!" I fell on the wall, adding a stain to the wall which is easy to doodle.

"Forget it," Hua Jun jumped down from the ladder, patted his hand full of paint, looked at the polluted wall and said with a mocking smile.

"Get someone to brush it. It's all black. It's all black."

"Yes."

Uncle Gong nodded respectfully, as if he wanted to say something more, but looking at Huajun's lonely figure, he sighed.

Since she is so reluctant, why should she go back?

However, he thought that it would be very difficult for him to ask this question again.

Hua Jun went out of the studio, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, turned it on, and frowned.

A bunch of missed calls and countless messages almost burst his cell phone.

So many pieces of information, repeatedly asked unexpectedly only one thing.

"Who are you?"

"Fuck! Who the hell are you

"If you don't tell me, I'll leave your mobile phone number to the online loan information. Do you believe it?"

Looking at the words above, Huajun can almost make up Xu Zichuan's fiery tone.

It's really a People who look the same.

He smiles, shakes his head, and replies briefly.

"Someone who, like you, wants to protect her."

……

Lingmei hospital.

In the corridor of the inpatient department on the third floor, Mrs. he walked slowly towards the ward with a thermos.

I didn't expect that when I was about to get to the door of the ward, a girl in a patient's number suit ran boldly from the corridor, just pretending to be with her.

"Ouch!"

Mrs. he fell to the ground, and the thermos bottle she had just finished also fell down. Fortunately, the quality passed the standard and there was no leakage.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The girl repeatedly apologized. Under the dark light, sister he only saw her hospital uniform. She knew that she was also a patient in the hospital. She didn't feel too embarrassed. She waved her hand and said, "it's OK. You'd better be more careful next time."

"Well, I'm sorry."

The girl answered vaguely. She seemed to be in a hurry. She bowed her head and apologized in a hurry. Then she ran away again.

"Young people now."

Mrs. he sighed. She was not a fussy person. She just sighed and went into the ward with a thermos.

What she didn't see was that the girl, who was still in a hurry, suddenly stopped when she came to the corner of the corridor and the surveillance corner of the camera.

She took out her cell phone and dialed a number in a hurry.

"Hello?" Answer the phone, is a sound like a mechanical, emotionless metal male voice.

"Gu Hanyan is still here, but I don't see the man you are looking for."

There was a strange silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, the man replied, "she will go. As long as she doesn't really forget, she will come."

The woman pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed discontentedly: "it's just a loser of the game. Is it worth your great effort to test it?"This time, a burst of laughter came from the other end of the phone.

But the woman's smile, but it is resolute stiff.

You know, the last time "he" laughed, his stupid companion was fed with Ru stimulant and became "IO" for n people to play.

In Greek mythology, the fairy Hera became a cow because of jealousy.

Obviously, compared with herself, she is the closest one in appearance, but because of the wrong words, the chance of getting rid of the bitter sea and getting a new life was completely destroyed.

Thinking of this, the woman shivered and replied respectfully, "I know. I'll find a way to monitor here."

"It's better," the metal voice sneered, "no one is possible except her, so put away your thoughts that you shouldn't have."

With that, the man hung up without hesitation.

Does she have to?

The woman frowned and pulled out a sad smile from the corner of her mouth.

So, is the hatred of so many wronged souls pinned on a waste who can't even look after himself?

How ridiculous!

With a cold hum, the woman stepped forward and hid herself in the dark stairwell.

"It's getting colder and colder, but the superior ward is good, with heating."

Mrs. he put the thermos on the windowsill with a happy face and cut the branches and leaves of the pineapple beside the window.

It's a drag on her employer. This winter, she doesn't have to be frozen at home.

After all, Jiangcheng is not a very northern area, and there are not many people who install heating.

One is habit, and the other, of course, is cost.

Mrs. he happily washes the towel that she uses to wipe her body, and is ready to dry it on the heater, humming a little song in her mouth.

Who knows, in her little song sound, gradually mixed with a little bit of if there is no sound.

On the bed, Gu Hanyan's trim, slender fingers trembled gently.