Chapter 892

On the road, Ji Rufeng's mobile phone keeps ringing. Most of them express their blessings, and some ask about the wedding date. Ji Rufeng replies a few words between the traffic lights and leaves them aside.

More than half an hour later, the car stopped at the gallery.

Ji Rufeng, holding Zhao Jian's hand, got out of the car and said, "come to see the mountains and rivers that ye has laid for you."

"It's like you run a gallery for me." Zhao Jian murmured in a low voice and followed Ji Rufeng into the door.

The gallery is still the same one. However, this is the first time that I have taken myself to visit the gallery. It is quite instructive.

There are almost all the paintings of Ji Rufeng and several people in the gallery, as well as several paintings collected by Ji Rufeng. In her spare time, Ji Rufeng stands in front of each painting and tells Zhao Jian about her mood and original intention when she conceives each painting. For a moment, Zhao Jian is fascinated by it, because people like Ji Rufeng, who do not look plastic, can make people feel sad when they do something seriously I feel very attractive.

Two people are looking at the painting, Wang Feng came over, he first looked at Zhao Jian, face some strange.

However, Ji Rufeng didn't notice.

He raised his hand. "Go and gather the people in the gallery. I have something to say."

Wang Feng touched his nose and looked at Zhao Jian again. His face became more strange.

He knows something about Zhao Jian and Ji Rufeng, but it's because he knows that he is more worried to see Zhao Jian at the moment.

Zhao Jian picked her eyebrows and was about to ask if he had anything to do with it. The sound of footsteps came from the corridor again. It was light and joyful, like a blooming flower in spring.

Less than half a minute, a winding shadow appeared in front of several people, white dress, pure and flawless, black hair falling, like the genie coming in the dark night, bright eyes and white teeth, pear vortex shallow, smile gentle.

"Mr. Ji, are you back?" Qingling's voice is like the song of a oriole. There is tenderness in her eyes. There are all things in the world, but there is only one person in her eyes.

It's no one else. It's Jiang Xuerou, the young lady of the Jiang family whom Zhao Jian and Xin Ran inquired about a few days ago.

Ji Rufeng is startled. He has never been to the gallery since Zhao Jian left Nanjiang, and he has never contacted Jiang Xuerou. God knows how she appears here.

"I've cleaned up the studio for you, and you can start to work at any time." No one can refuse to listen to the soft voice. Especially when the eyes fall on Ji Rufeng, he has deep love, worship and respect. Even the blind can see it.

In the air-conditioned Gallery, Ji Rufeng's back was soaked. He stepped back, raised the ring that Zhao Jian had just put on his hand, and said, "don't look at me like that. I have a lover. You It's not good

"Miss Ji..." Jiang Xuerou choked, a pair of water eyes instantly filled with tears, pear with rain, tottering.

Ji Rufeng has met all kinds of women, but this is the first time. For a time, her scalp feels numb. I don't know how to deal with it.

He scratched his head and could only ask, "Why are you here?"

"When you came to see me in the hospital, we said..." Her voice is very low, lonely unceasingly, as if for Ji Rufeng forget this matter and very sad.

Ji Rufeng remembers that Jiang Xuerou told him that she wanted to work in the gallery, but at that time

"Don't cry first..." Looking at the big tears falling down, Ji Rufeng is a little confused. He goes to his pocket in a hurry. At this time, he hears a cold hum from someone nearby. When he looks up, he sees Zhao Jian turning around and going out

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