Ji Rufeng smiled faintly and didn't say anything, but the calmness between his eyes had already explained everything.

In fact, Ji Rufeng had been doing this for a long time. The wide sofa that could roll the sheets on it was customized when Zhao Jian was asleep in the studio. However, after she also wanted to learn painting, Ji Rufeng imagined the scene where the two of them were painting in the same studio. When he moved his heart, he simply changed them.

"Do you like it?"

Zhao Jian couldn't stop smiling at the corner of his lips, but he said, "What if I say I don't like it?"

"Then change."

"Then forget it, please."

Ji Rufeng smiled and indulged her little awkwardness.

The soft fabric sofa with warm little flowers, Zhao Jian lay on it and breathed comfortably. She had never told him what kind of house he liked, but his layout was inadvertently as her.

"You said, did you ask me what I like while I was dreaming?"

Ji Rufeng laughed, "Have you forgotten the decorations at your London home? Didn't I not have been there?"

Zhao Jian: “…”

Of course, a person's residence will be arranged in his favorite way. When he went to London, Ji Rufeng recorded all Zhao Jian's preferences, so even if he didn't have to ask Zhao Jian, he knew what she liked.

He squatted beside her, plucked the hair on her face, and pointed to the drawing board not far away, "Do you want to go over and try it?"

There was actually a cartoon little girl engraved on the wooden craft easel, and her literary and girlish heart was also engraved. Zhao Jian loved her very much, "Okay."

As soon as she sat up from the sofa, she heard a voice asking, "Does Miss Zhao draw?"

Both of them were stunned, and turned around and found that Jiang Xuerou was still there.

Zhao Jian was in a good mood at this moment and didn't care about her rudeness. He nodded and smiled, "I'm just painting and playing, I can't compare with you."

Jiang Xuerou felt so sad. She said she was so sad that she was so sad that she was painting and playing. Ji Rufeng tried her best to make a book and a model. She collected so many things and even arranged the studio she used to use in this way.

Compared with the two, her side can almost be considered extremely shabby.

Although she spent money on the gallery to buy things, she went to many places to choose from, so she could not compare to Zhao Jian who had arranged everything for every detail of Ji Rufeng.

"Then why not choose a studio?"

"I like to look at him when I draw."

Zhao Jian smiled, sat down next to the easel, picked up the pencil that had been sharpened and ground, regardless of the storm that this sentence caused Jiang Xuerou.

Ji Rufeng also smiled and watched her protest at Jiang Xuerou.

Jiang Xuerou bit her lip and looked at her sadly. She drew paper, pencil, and eraser were all the best. In fact, the beginners did not need to use such a person at all, but Ji Rufeng still made such arrangements and looked at herself...

"Miss Jiang? Miss Jiang?"

Ji Rufeng screamed twice before Jiang Xuerou came to her senses, but she saw that Ji Rufeng was still the same, keeping people from thousands of miles away without any fire, "Teacher Ji?"

"Are you still wrong?"

Jiang Xuerou knew that this was a way to take off the guests. She didn't want to leave, but she had no choice but to shake her head.

"Goodbye then."
Chapter completed!