That's not right... Shen Qiao stayed at home almost every day and would never have any chance to get along with the wild men outside.
Could it be that she has some white moonlight in her heart?
The more Bo Yanzheng thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
Who is it?
He wanted to know more and more who painted this picture.
When this curiosity arises, it is like a raging fire that can no longer be extinguished.
He suppressed his surging emotions, "It's almost lunch time, don't you want to draw any more? Take a break, wash your hands and get ready for lunch?"
Pretending to be calm, he said such everyday things.
Shen Qiao didn't know what he was thinking, so she glanced at the time and said, "Really, it's already half past eleven! Come on, let's go out together?"
Bo Yanzheng nodded, "Let's go."
The two of them left the studio together.
Shen Qiao went back to her room to wash her hands and change clothes. After Bo Yanzheng watched her enter the room, he quietly turned around and returned to the studio.
He walked up to the picture and thought to himself, I want to see today which wild man you painted.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reach out and lift the white covering.
When he opened it, he was stunned for a moment.
because……
The wild man is so familiar.
Whether it's the eyebrows, facial contours, or the suit... they are all the styles and colors he likes to wear on a daily basis.
Is it actually him that Shen Qiao painted?
Not any other man?
An inexplicable joy suddenly surged into his heart, and his heart was beating wildly. After a while, he quickly covered the cloth again.
He couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
Since it was him in the painting, why did she still dodge it? Why didn't she let him see it?
It's really weird.
It made him a mess of wild speculations.
Fortunately, he didn't come up to take a peek. Otherwise, wouldn't he have misunderstood or become estranged from her?
Bo Yanzheng thought silently for a while and then walked out of the studio again.
A look of satisfaction on his face.
He came directly to the restaurant. Bao Leyao and Su Jinghuai had already come down and had just sat down.
Bo Leyao glanced at his brother, "Brother, what happened? You look so happy?"
There was a smile on Bo Yanzheng's eyes and brows, and his eyes were full of joy.
It was obvious that he was in a good mood.
After hearing what his sister said, he smiled and coughed twice, "It's nothing."
"It's really nothing?" Bo Leyao always felt that there was something
It seemed like her brother was hiding something from her.
"It's true." Bo Yanzheng nodded and looked at Shen Qiao who walked into the restaurant.
His eyes instantly became extremely gentle, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the chair next to him, motioning for Shen Qiao to sit down.
Shen Qiao paused briefly and then sat next to him.
But she could clearly feel Bo Yanzheng's mood swings. He seemed... quite happy?
What happened? He is so happy?
When she was confused, she saw Bo Yanzheng starting to help her pick up the food.
The man's tone was also very gentle, "Eat more. These are what you like to eat."
Shen Qiao: "..."
Although I didn't know what was going on with him, he still said politely, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Bo Yanzheng chuckled, "If you need a model for your paintings in the future, just let me know and I can be your model for free."
Shen Qiao was stunned and her eyes widened instantly, "What did you say? Do you have time? You are so busy..."
"Maybe not during the day, but there are still some at night. I can come back earlier." Bo Yanzheng curled his lips slightly, obviously very happy, "In this way, your painting should get better and better."
Bo Leyao looked at Shen Qiao and then at Bo Yanzheng.
What... is this?
Didn't she say before that the two of them had been in close contact? And then they were doing that and that and that and that... However, she saw that the atmosphere between Shen Qiao and him really didn't seem to be that intimate.
Now, the two of them are finally getting along?
Or what?
Su Jinghuai ate in silence. He couldn't speak, so he only glanced at Shen Qiao and Bo Yanzheng from time to time.
They were both men, so he could see that Bo Yanzheng was different from Shen Qiao, and there was clearly a love between man and woman.
After finishing the meal, Bo Yanzheng went out.
The house suddenly became quiet, and only Bao Leyao, Su Jinghuai and Shen Qiao were left.
Shen Qiao went to the studio to paint again. She returned to the studio and looked at her painting sensitively. It seemed that the cover cloth had been moved?
Are you suspicious?
She blinked and looked around.
There was nothing else suspicious, and I thought to myself that it was probably a servant coming over.
She continued to paint, this time she painted still lifes instead of figures.
It's dusk after this painting.
Even with the lights on in the studio, she felt uncomfortable
The feeling that time passes quickly.
It wasn't until the maid came over to ask her to go downstairs for dinner that she realized to her surprise that an entire afternoon had already passed.
She stayed in the studio all afternoon.
She looked out the window. It gets dark very early in winter, but now it was completely dark.
All he could see was the white world outside, with a sheet of flying snow mixed with the whistling north wind.
"It's too late!" She whispered, then looked away and followed the servant downstairs.
As soon as she arrived upstairs, she saw Bo Leyao. She was wearing home clothes and holding a mobile phone in her hand. She didn't know what she was looking at.
"Shen Qiao? What did you draw today? You have been drawing all day. I am so patient, but I can't sit still all day."
"I drew some small things this afternoon."
Shen Qiao smiled, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm watching a music hall." Bo Leyao said, raising the phone in front of her, "This kind of singer's singing style is quite good."
The Song family's office building that Song Jingxi was looking for was being renovated, and construction had already started on draining and electricity supply there.
Bao Lelin had the decoration drawings in hand, and she and Song Jingxi personally decided on the decoration plan.
She originally planned to go to the office building in the afternoon to take a look, but the snow became heavier and heavier, so she did not go out.
Song Jingxi had discussed this audio hall with Shen Qiao before.
Shen Qiao was not interested, but he still looked at Bo Leyao's phone a few times, "Are you two really going to start a company?"
"That's right! We've already thought of a name for the company, how about we call it Xile Media Company?" Bao Leyao went downstairs with her, "I took Jing Xi's name and a word from my name."
To be continued...