Last month, Sanbao received a vaccination and was with Jiang’s mother. At that time, she weighed her weight with Sanbao on a whim.

As an adult golden retriever, Sanbao weighs about 70 kilograms, while Qi Xian has 90 kilograms. The result is that Sanbao is fat and Qi Xian is thin.

She stood firm and raised her chin in discontent. When she spoke, the small dimples on the corner of her mouth were faintly visible: "Your three treasures are obviously fat among the same kind. Can I be thin?"

Jiang Linchuan saw her like a kitten with hair blown. He gently raised the tail of his eyes and a nasal sound appeared: "Yeah..."

The ending was a long tone, which was very meaningful. This forced Qi Xian to contact the "Cup Drop" incident.

Her cheeks were involuntarily hot, and her expression was a little uncomfortable. But Jiang Linchuan's eyes were impartial and clear, and there was no point in lifting them, leaving her with nothing to say.

Qi Xian snorted, turned his head and went to adjust the paint.

The box containing the paint was placed on the table, and Qi Xian took out a box of ochre red from it and wanted to open it. She wore a white baseball cap of mrs.windsor on her head, her head was slightly drooping, and a few strands of hair drilled out from the snap. The lines extended, and the slender swan neck was very graceful.

She twisted the paint box lid hard and raised her eyebrows gently. After a few seconds, the corners of her straightened lips slowly bent and she threw the lid onto the table.

Jiang Linchuan took the corner of his mouth and looked away.

Qi Xian walked back with the adjusted pigment. Then he found that Jiang Linchuan was still standing in the position just now, looking down at his cell phone.

He has a tall and slender figure, smooth and perfect side lines, and simple black T-jeans can also be worn to create a pleasing effect. The close contact just now made Qi Xian notice that his height is only at his chin.

In recent years, she grew from 1.6 meters to 1.6 meters and 1.65 meters. I remember that Jiang Linchuan is much taller than before. He seems to have grown by more than ten centimeters, right? Now it’s less than 185.

She just wanted to ask what this person ate? Is Jin Ke trash?

Qi Xian's eyes lingered on those attractive long legs for a moment, and then slowly moved up. The way was the flat belly, the pectoral muscles that were faintly visible, and the Adam's apple that was full of hormones finally fell on the slightly raised eyebrows and eyes.

Qi Xian blinked innocently and walked to him as if nothing had happened. Because her height was suppressed, she also noticed that she was not too close to Jiang Linchuan.

"What have you eaten abroad?"

"meal."

Oh, it turns out it's not Jin Ke.

Qi Xian resisted the urge to roll his eyes, thought for a while, and pointed the picture of the Chongming Bird with a paintbrush, "Is that what you want to keep?"

Jiang Linchuan glanced at it and went to check the information on his phone, "It looks good."

Oh, I finally said something human! But that's called "very good"! Qi Xian's expression was a little proud, and he leaned forward slightly in front of him, "Don't you think that you can draw like this, are you even better?"

Jiang Linchuan looked up at her with a smile in his eyes, "It should look quite like you."

Qi Xian: "..." For a moment, I couldn't tell whether this was praising or harming others.

At this time, Xu Xingjue walked out of the bathroom with water stains on his head and face.

The paint on his face was almost washed, but the wet marks on his clothes were simply unavailable. Fortunately, it was hot and it would not take long to dry.

"Finally, it's fucking washed off."

He wiped off the water from his face and smelled the smell on his hands with disgust. He opened his mouth to ask if Jiang Linchuan had any tissues. After reacting, he looked "I might be crazy" and looked at Qi Xian quickly.

Just now, I was just smearing my face, and I saw clearly what this girl looked like. Xu Xingjue's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You were the one who poured me just now? Are you here to draw murals?"

This nonsense is really useless!

"No." Qi Xian lifted his eyelids, "I am the female ghost here."

"Is there a female ghost as beautiful as you?"

"There are all handsome guys as unlucky as you! Why can't female ghosts look better?"

Xu Xingjue couldn't hold back and smiled, "This is really reasonable."

"Do you know that the more beautiful the ghost is, the more you like to hold grudges?" Qi Xian raised his eyebrows, looking like he couldn't understand. "I was painting very well. Why did you think you got the paint on you?"

Xu Xingjue finally understood what it means.

If you don’t hit me, how could I splash you? I haven’t settled the score with you yet, but you will question me first?

Are you wrong?

He scratched his nose and thought to hold grudges, but he should hold grudges. Who made you look good?

"It's my fault. I'm sorry to bump into the fairy just now."

Lord Qi Xian didn't remember the villain's past: "Oh it's okay, you weren't careful."

Xu Xingjue: "..." That's not what you said just now.

Even if he wanted to be poorer, Xu Xingjue was kicked in the calf. He was about to greet his ancestors, but turned his head and saw Jiang Linchuan's impatient face.

“Can you go upstairs?”

Xu Xingjue can guarantee that as long as he hesitates for a second, the man will definitely turn around and leave.

"Go! Why don't you go!"

Today is Jiang Linchuan’s first time here. Before returning to China, a few people made plans to open a studio. Everything in China was arranged by Xu Xingjue. He is usually not in a good position, but he is not vague in his work.

Jiang Linchuan took a rough look and was renovating it bit by bit according to the drawings.

"We can't drive a car, we can build a car." Xu Xingjue leaned against the railing, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and waved his hand, "Mr. Jiang, have you seen it? This is your world."

The nearly 1,000-square-meter space is mixed with the smell of earth and various materials. The dust is floating, and the eyes are full of dust. Except for the little girl, she holds a paintbrush and paints the color here bit by bit.

Jiang Linchuan's eyes moved slightly, turned around, and his elbow lazily placed on the fence, "Will Song Anshi come yet?"

Xu Xingjue snatched out the cigarette, spit out his last smoke ring, and raised his chin downstairs: "I said, what is the origin of that little girl?"

Qi Xian has already laid the outline of a racing car. His writing is steady and accurate, and it can be seen that his basic skills are very solid.

Although she is just a substitute, she never fools her since she has done it.

This time I was going to draw a rally scene. Chen Jing said that the picture was provided by the store owner. She also mentioned it when she came before that it would become a racing transformation site.

But Qi Xian didn't expect that the boss she mentioned would be Jiang Linchuan.

Listening to the song in her ears, Qi Xian was completely addicted to her own world. Feeling the slight vibration of the ladder, she lowered her head and saw Song Anshi who came in at some point.

Song Anshi raised his head and looked at her with a little surprise: "Why are you here?"

Qi Xian raised the palette: "As you can see."

She and Song Anshi were not very familiar with each other, but they met because they often ran to the Jiang family before.

"School starts soon?"

"ah."

Song Anshi looked at Qi Xian writing steadily and asked again: "Jiang Shiyu hasn't come back yet?"

"No." Qi Xian added a lemon yellow to the top, "He will go back to school directly."

Song Anshi nodded: "Will you come back at Eleventh?"

"I don't know. Why don't you go and ask his brother?" She pointed to Jiang Linchuan's direction with a brush.

Song Anshi looked over there. Jiang Linchuan leaned lazily against the fence, tilted his head slightly, and was listening to Xu Xingjue talking.

The other party said a lot, but he just nodded lightly and then emptied it.

After so many years, Jiang Linchuan seems to have not changed anywhere. He looks casual and cares about everything, but after contacting him for a long time, he will know that this person always has a stubborn aura in his bones. Otherwise, he would not have let go abroad alone with the admission notice from domestic prestigious universities.

And he was extremely casual, and even the news of returning home was told to these friends when he arrived home.

"He..."

Qi Xian jumped down to move the ladder, and Song Anshi helped him to help. After moving, Qi Xian climbed up again. Song Anshi's voice came from the bottom: "Brother Chuan'er arrived at the home on the 13th?"

Qi Xian paused the brush in her hand. She lowered her head and shook the headphone cable in front of her gently for a few times. I don’t know why this person insisted on pestering her to ask questions today. Qi Xian was a little impatient and gave Song Anshi a look of nonsense, "Do you think I will know about this?"

She was wearing headphones and couldn't help but amplify her voice when she spoke. She was originally a common question, but it sounded like a questioning tone.

Some scenes flashed by, and Song Anshi touched his nose. When he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, he saw Qi Xian turn his gaze ahead.

The two men upstairs got down.

Jiang Linchuan's face had a light expression on his face, and his eyes fell straight on Qi Xian.

Qi Xian just glanced at him, then turned back his gaze as if nothing had happened and continued to draw murals.

The air floated silently, and the awkward factors gradually spread. Song Anshi touched his neck and walked towards them, "Sorry, I'm late."

There are tables and chairs for people to rest in the corner. Jiang Linchuan bent his long legs and leaned on the back of the chair. His face was a little cold, making people unable to figure out what he was thinking.

No one knew why Jiang Linchuan was unhappy suddenly. Xu Xingjue didn't dare to waste his time anymore, so he roughly talked about equipment issues and capital calculations.

The three of them invested in this studio together, Jiang Linchuan accounted for 50%, Xu Xingjue accounted for 30%, and the rest were from Song Anshi.

So if there is anything, we must discuss it together.

Song Anshi had no objection to this, and only made a few small suggestions on the details. It was noon for this chat. Several people were about to find a place to eat and talk.

Because they all knew each other, Song Anshi thought of calling Qi Xian up, and asked, "Qi Xian, are you having lunch together?"

Qi Xian jumped off the ladder. After landing, she took off her hat and her long hair dissipated instantly. The slightly curled hair flicked a few times on her shoulders. She raised her hand and plucked her hair lazily.

And he waved his hand to Song Anshi, "You are having fun."

The door swayed and closed silently. The tiny light spots seemed to reflect into Jiang Linchuan's eyes.

"She's called Qi Xian? It sounds so nice." Xu Xingjue scratched his chin, his eyes getting more excited, "Can I chase that girl?"

Song Anshi glanced at Jiang Linchuan and suddenly laughed: "I can't make the decision, you have to ask Brother Chuan'er."

Jiang Linchuan held back his long legs and stood up. He glanced at Xu Xingjue indifferently and walked out.

On the opposite side of the road, Qi Xian was blocking the car. His delicate little face was covered by the brim of the hat, revealing his beautiful lips and pointed chin.

Xu Xingjue whistled suddenly. Then he was kicked in the butt and rushed forward for several steps before he could barely stand firm.

Looking back, Jiang Linchuan was holding his pockets with both hands and his long legs were recycling them.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Jiang Linchuan's voice was still careless, and his eyes were so quiet that he could not see his emotions, "Let you kneel down and wave."
Chapter completed!