Zhao Jian touched the plain ring on his hand, turned it around for a few times before retracting his hand.

"Today I asked Chen's mother to take someone over to clean up, and I will go and get Xu'er discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Ji Rufeng responded, and Zhao Jian said again: "Your head... take care of yourself."

He responded again, and the car stopped. Zhao Jian got out of the car with his bag and did not look back.

Ji Rufeng looked outside the door for a moment and started the car helplessly.

Zhao Jian first went upstairs to see his achievements, then asked Linmei to drive a car from the company, then she smelled the trouble and went straight to Baiyun Temple in Jiangshan.

She had to ask Seven if she was fine.

As soon as Ji Rufeng entered the gallery, he received a grand and warm attention. Perhaps after graduating from university military training, he never took care of such short hair again. He could almost see his shiny scalp, which was so ugly that it was extremely frustrating.

After receiving the baptism of everyone's eyes, Ji Rufeng waved his hand, "It's gone, it's gone, who hasn't shaved his head yet?"

Everyone: "..."

It is not uncommon to shave your head, but what is unusual is that you shaved your head. Such an ugly moment is no different from ordinary people. You must take photos as a souvenir.

So, the sound of taking pictures was remembered around me.

Ji Rufeng: "..."

He deeply doubted that Zhao Jian's purpose of shaving his head was at this moment.

After finally dispersing everyone, Ji Rufeng walked into the studio with his head, and Jiang Xuerou followed him carefully. Although she was seriously injured that day, Zhao Jian did not kill him. She was just a few skin injuries. Now she has healed.

The light pink skirt swayed along the calf, as if it was rippling, which looked very beautiful. She looked at Ji Rufeng worriedly, "Teacher, do you still feel pain? Why did you suddenly get injured? What do the doctor say?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it. If you have time, read these books."

Ji Rufeng asked her to wait at the door of the studio, and went in and took out a few more books.

The book has not been unpacked yet, and there is no Ji Rufeng’s annotation on the book that Ji Rufeng had shown her in the past. Jiang Xuerou pursed her lips, nodded and accepted it, and then thanked her very well-behaved.

Ji Rufeng nodded, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

“Is it OK at any time?”

Ji Rufeng thought for a while, "I basically come over every day, when I come over."

Jiang Xuerou nodded and understood the meaning of this sentence very much, that is, don’t look for me when I’m not in the gallery.

Seeing that she had nothing to do, Ji Rufeng waved her to leave, and then called Wang Feng.

"Boss? What's the matter?"

"Let's talk." Ji Rufeng rubbed his head carefully, and the stitches were so painful.

Seeing the door closed in front of her eyes, Jiang Xuerou couldn't help but bit her lip tightly. She had never entered this studio since that day.

"I may have to rest in the past two days. You can find someone to change the things in the studio and clean up again."

Wang Feng was shocked, "But it's not..."

"If you want to do it, you will do it, so much nonsense!" Ji Rufeng was upset.

"oh."

"Also, I remember the southernmost place is empty? Set aside a place, put two sofas, and put a bookshelves."

"boss?"

"If you have any discussions in the future, just be there. There are many people in the gallery, and it will be a good effect for men and women to get involved."

Wang Feng twitched his mouth, thinking that it would be a bad thing to affect you, right?

But his face was still very professional and he didn't show anything, "...oh."
Chapter completed!