Chapter 958

Zhao Jian's steps suddenly froze in the same place, she could hardly believe her ears.

But as soon as he looked back, he saw the same look of surprise on Linmei's face. Zhao knew that he had never heard wrong.

At the same time, the voice of the man in the studio is still natural, "well, put it there."

Naturally, it's like It happened countless times.

Zhao Jian only felt that a basin of cold water in her pocket made her cool, and she shivered.

But she stepped forward two steps. Through the crack of the door, she saw two shadows standing side by side. One was painting, the other was painting. She was silent but very tacit. Especially when the girl looked up, her face was calm and happy.

Zhao Jian light looking at, only feel that they are so redundant.

Is that why I didn't go home?

She turned and went out.

"Miss Zhao, are you going now?" Asked the night guard.

Zhao Jian didn't answer, but walked through and left in front of him.

In the studio, Ji Rufeng moves his hand. He listens to it, but he doesn't hear any other voice. He turns his head and asks Jiang Xuerou, "do you hear anything?"

Jiang Xuerou shook her head, "no, I haven't

Ji Rufeng breathes a sigh of relief. This evening, he suddenly receives a call from his old man asking him to rush out a painting to give it to his old friend for his birthday. Ji Rufeng dares not to, so he has to work all night.

As for Jiang Xuerou, it's a complete coincidence that there are people on duty in the gallery every day. Ji Rufeng used to be more here, and then several other people in the gallery took turns. Today it's Jiang Xuerou's turn.

At the same time, he also wanted to hang Zhao Jian, who was the second, and the most important thing was that his own safety could not be ignored.

However, he never thought that Zhao Jian would come here.

"Miss..." Linmei gently called Zhao Jian, just now she also see clearly, at this time I don't know is to persuade, or should go in to drag out Ji Rufeng beat.

At night, Zhao Jian looked at her hand and suddenly laughed.

When Linmei's back is cold, people should cry or make a lot of noise at this time, right?

"Let's go." Zhao Jian said, opened the door and went in.

Linmei, trembling, followed Zhao Jian to get on the bus, "where are you going?"

"If you go to baiyun temple fast enough, maybe you can catch up with the monks in the temple to do morning classes."

Lin Mei

She opened her mouth to ask if she was stimulated to see through the world? But when the words came to my mouth, I swallowed them back.

The car was driving in the driveway in the early morning, and it didn't take long for them to go up the mountain.

Seven, with a bleary look on his face and still dressed in his nondescript robe, saw her and asked, "what happened?"

"Nothing."

Zhao Jian shook her head and followed him to the main hall.

In the early morning, the wind was a little chilly. Zhao Jian got goose bumps in her shorts. Seven shook her head, took off her robe and put it on her. Linmei walked in behind them.

Three people sitting near the door, listening to the murmuring sound of Zen, Zhao Jian spit out a foul breath.

Are you angry?

Angry, eager to rush in and drag the man out at once.

I don't know why, but she didn't go in, dare not? Or not?

Zhao Jian didn't know.

Two white legs peep out under the crimson robe, which seems to be immoral in this Buddhist hall where all living beings are enlightened.

There is a scripture spread in front of Zhao Jian. She tries to read it, but the profound meaning is beyond her comprehension. At this moment, her mind is full of Ji Rufeng and Jiang Xuerou. What are they doing at dawn?

The painting of raising eyebrows? Or do you lean up to each other?

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!