Chapter 908

Zhao Jianqiang walked out of the dining room with her body propped up. As soon as she stepped down the steps, she softened down. Fortunately, Ya Mei was quick eyed and helped her. Lin Mei quickly opened the door and helped her in.

Zhao Jian pressed the eyebrow that jumps suddenly straight, breathing heavy command: "let Xin dye come over to talk."

She leaned on the seat and began to feel in their bags. After a while, she couldn't find anything. She leaned limply and her mind was in a mess.

"Miss? Are you ok? "

Unable to tell whose voice it was, Zhao Jian shook her head.

Ya Mei and Lin Mei look at each other, don't know what to do?

Apart from the relatives of the Yu family and the old man of the Zhao family, few outsiders know about Zhao Jian's illness.

I don't know how long it took, it seems like a long time, and it seems just a small dream. Zhao Jian slowly props up her sour body and says, "let's go."

Lin Mei looked at her uncertainly, "go to the gallery? Miss

Zhao Jian was stunned. Although Zhao Cheng's character is not good, he has a keen eye. Ten years later, he can still poke the fatal part of her.

She doesn't want to go to the gallery, which means that she doubts Ji Rufeng. But now she wants him to hold her. It seems that only in this way can she comfort herself that he won't leave her.

"Give assistant Wang a call first and ask him about when he can finish it?"

After a while, Linmei said, "assistant Wang said it would be a while."

"Let's go."

Her limbs are very sore. Zhao Jian closes her eyes and bears the familiar pain. She touches the stud on her ear with one hand. She has never taken it off since she put it on. I really hope that he can belong to her all her life as he said.

When the car stopped outside the gallery, she brushed the hand that Linmei helped and walked directly inside, one hand pressing her eyebrows.

I do not know how many years, no one in front of her to mention that year, did not expect to be mentioned suddenly, but like a stab in her fatal wound, festering for ten years, still can not heal the scab.

With a faltering pace, Zhao ran to Ji Rufeng's studio.

The corridor is long, and the end faces Ji Rufeng's studio.

At this moment, the door of the studio opens, and Ji Rufeng comes out with a middle-aged man. No, that's not the point. The point is that he stands beside him with a gentle smile Jiang Xuerou.

"Do you think someone will really like you after that? No man can accept it! "

"Do you think Ji Rufeng really loves you? Go to the gallery and you'll know! "

Zhao Cheng's voice began to reverberate in her mind. Zhao Jian's body trembled. She was caught off guard when she met again. The blood color on her face faded instantly, and the blood flowed back. Her body shook and her eyes turned black.

"Jane?" Ji Rufeng was stunned, "how can you come here? You're not... "

"Why is she here?" Her lips trembled, but she tried to bite the words.

Ji Rufeng was stunned for a moment, and an unnatural flash flashed across his face, "this Shall I explain it to you later? "

"I ask you why she's here?" Zhao Jian suddenly burst out.

In front of outsiders, Ji Rufeng didn't expect that she didn't give herself any face. She was embarrassed for a while.

"Miss Ji, otherwise, I'd better leave?" Jiang Xuerou has a cowardly face.

Ji Rufeng presses the center of his eyebrows. The middle-aged man doesn't expect that he will encounter such a scene. He leaves in a hurry. Ji Rufeng doesn't have time to exchange greetings with him, so his hand is thrown away.

Zhao Jian staggers out

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