These words soon caused Jiang Song's expression to change drastically.
When he looked at Xi Qiansheng, a coldness flashed in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
She stopped.
Xi Qiansheng's goal was achieved, and the corner of his mouth became more and more disdainful, "When Miss Jiang was injured, I felt very sad. Can you not check more carefully?"
As he spoke, he leaned against the closet with a relaxed expression and a proud and playful attitude.
There was a very strange and strong emotion in the dark eyes that looked at Jiang Song.
Jiang Song didn't delve into it, she just felt that this man was mentally ill, but she had to admit that she was very interested in what he said.
"If you are trying to make fun of me on purpose, please step aside. I have something urgent to do."
Jiang Song refused to pick up his wheel and returned to his indifferent look.
"Is there something urgent? Miss Jiang, please leave first. We can make an appointment next time." Xi Qiansheng changed his attitude again and leaned against the closet with a lonely look on his face. "It's just that I have an appointment with a good art exhibition today.
, I still want to go with you."
Art exhibition?
Who watches an art exhibition in the middle of the night? Jiang Song rolled his eyes at him inwardly.
Then, he looked at Jiang Song and said, "It's okay. Since Miss Jiang has something to do, let's make an appointment next time. Anyway, I can always find you."
The four words "play hard to get" are almost written on his face.
Jiang Song frowned and stopped, "Since Mr. Xi is sincere in making an appointment with me, I can't help but give Mr. Xi a chance. After all, it will be troublesome to encounter such harassment next time."
She curled her lips, looked at each other, and the sparks were intense.
Both parties are smart people, and they can see the tricks clearly, which makes it more fun.
"Then please, Miss Jiang."
Xi Qiansheng smiled and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.
…
Along the way, Jiang Song was speechless.
Xi Qiansheng didn't say anything, he just kept observing her, looking at her when waiting for a red light, and looking at her from time to time while driving.
so……
Jiang Song's beautiful eyebrows were gathered together and he pointed forward, "Irregular driving will make my loved ones burst into tears. If Mr. Xi wants to die, don't hold me back. I still want to live for a few more years."
Xi Qiansheng put his fist to his lips and smiled sullenly, "Okay, I will definitely let you live a few more years."
Jiang Song didn't answer anymore and just looked out the window.
This person would always say some weird things sometimes, but it sounded very bad to her, she didn't like it, and she also felt a little dangerous.
Thinking like this, Jiang Song suddenly regretted making this decision.
Maybe the murderer behind the scenes is Xi Qiansheng?
Isn’t this just a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth!
Jiang Song pursed his lips and said, "You should know what my purpose is."
Xi Qiansheng raised his eyebrows.
"So, don't tease me..."
Xi Qiansheng took over, "I think you also know what my purpose is in hanging you with this matter. I won't tease you. As long as you go, I will tell you everything."
After saying this, Jiang Song's worried heart gradually sank a little.
But it was not entirely because of these words, but because she always had a hunch that Xi Qiansheng would tell her a truth that was difficult for her to accept.
The art exhibition has arrived.
No, it’s not an art exhibition either.
Because from the outside, you can't tell that this place is used for exhibitions.
The address is very remote and has a spherical appearance. It looks a bit eerie at night with almost no light.
Jiang Song clenched his palms. Although he was calm on the outside, he was still feeling a little weak inside.
But she had no one to rely on, so she could only keep clenching her palms to give herself strength.
Be prepared for the worst and take defensive measures.
Xi Qiansheng was walking in front to lead the way, but suddenly stopped and turned around.
Jiang Song also stopped.
"Do you need to hold hands?" Xi Qiansheng stretched out his hand and looked at her.
Jiang Song frowned and refused almost immediately, "Does Mr. Xi think Master Jiu is dead?"
She moved out of Xing Sijue, but Xi Qiansheng didn't say anything anymore. He took his hand back and put it in his pocket, shrugged and smiled, "I hope you think the same way later."
"Let's go."
The two walked into the house side by side.
Xi Qiansheng opened the door. The light was smart. The moment he opened the door, the whole room became bright.
The lights gradually turned on, making everything inside clear.
What catches the eye is a huge red painting.
The painting is full of red paint, and the painting seems to be a red woman, but the face and body are blurred.
It seems that the painter was very confused when painting.
It is also obvious that this painting is not a good work, but if it can be placed in the most conspicuous place, this painting must have some special meaning to the owner.
"Do you like this flower?"
Xi Qiansheng looked at her, staring at the red painting intently, and asked.
Jiang Song shook his head, "I have no vision."
Xi Qiansheng smiled and nodded, "Indeed, this painting is not a good painting, not even a painting, it doesn't even have a subject, but this is my favorite painting
work."
"Yours?" Jiang Song was quite surprised.
She didn't expect that the painting exhibition Xi Qiansheng asked her to see was actually painted by himself.
She looked at him in surprise, unable to imagine that he could actually paint.
"Why, doesn't it look like it?" Xi Qiansheng pinched his eyebrows and pulled back his hair, looking a little narcissistic.
Jiang Song said nothing and silently looked away.
"Let's look here first." Xi Qiansheng was not angry and showed her the direction like a little tour guide.
Jiang Song followed his steps and passed by. The paintings in front of him were placed on both sides of the corridor.
There are a lot of paintings, with different shapes, big and small.
The styles are also different.
Some are bright, some are sad, some are colorful, some are dull...
"Did you draw these all?" Jiang Song asked.
Xi Qiansheng nodded and started talking by himself.
"I have never studied painting or taken any lessons. When I picked up a paintbrush, I was fourteen years old. I knew nothing and learned nothing. I only expressed myself and only painted what I wanted.
need."
Jiang Song raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at those words again, his eyes were different.
"Do you know what this painting means?" Xi Qiansheng suddenly pointed at a painting and looked at her expectantly.
Jiang Song stopped and looked at the painting.
It was a very colorful painting, using various colors to match the shape of a person.
That person could vaguely be seen to be a woman.
"What?" Jiang Song couldn't help but be a little curious.
Xi Qiansheng smiled and said, "This is me. The first time I saw her, she was holding a gun and wearing a mask and wanted to kill me."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Song narrowed his eyes.
As soon as she said these words, she seemed to recall something.
This was the case when she first met Xi Qiansheng.
At that time, she spent a lot of thought and energy to help Chu Xiuhan get a confidential document, and she was seriously injured that day.
After finally escaping with the documents, he saw Xi Qiansheng.
At that time, she was only fourteen years old.
She raised her gun and pointed it at Xi Qiansheng, telling him that if you don't give way, I will kill you.
But Xi Qiansheng was not afraid at all.
Just stood there, staring at him blankly, without taking any further steps or retreating.
Fourteen-year-old Jiang Song couldn't do anything, but the people behind her were catching up with her. If she didn't take action and the people behind her caught her, she would never be able to get out alive.
That was something she brought out with great difficulty after a narrow escape from death.