In the studio.

Zhao Jian said "tsk" twice, "recruiting bees and butterflies."

"How can I do?" the man shouted unjustly, "I just said something to her, okay?" Or the words to see the guests off!

"Three sentences!" Zhao Jian stretched out three fingers and gestured.

Ji Rufeng raised his hand and surrendered, "Okay, okay, just three sentences, but how could I say anything to her?"

Zhao Jian hummed, looked at him, sharpening the pencil in his hand, and his strength was heavier. That's what you mean, if you really dare to have something to do with her, you will immediately cut you too!

Ji Rufeng shook his head with a smile, and lowered his head and started drawing on his drawing board with a heart gesture.

Zhao Jian quickly shredded the pencil and also lowered his head to start painting. For a moment, there was a rustling sound in the studio, and only the sound of pencils rubbing over the drawing paper. Sometimes, the two of them looked up at each other and continued to lower their heads to paint.

I don't know how long it took, but the door was knocked.

Ji Rufeng was stunned and raised his stiff head, then he realized that Zhao Jian was standing beside him at some point.

"What's wrong?"

"Aren't you unable to draw it in this environment? Why has it changed now?"

Zhao Jian looked at the painting on the drawing board, the sunset, the setting sun, the men and women hugging each other in the car, very... familiar.

Ji Rufeng smiled slightly, put down his pencil and moved his stiff fingers, "Some things do not need to be deliberately created, because they are always engraved in your heart."

Zhao Jian was stunned and didn't come back to his senses.

Ji Rufeng walked to the easel beside him and uncovered the cloth covering it, which looked like a picture of a beautiful woman.

The warm light fell softly, and a girl lay on the bed, her whole body hidden under the quilt, revealing only one face.

She was sleeping soundly.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, of course she recognized that it was him.

"When did you draw it?"

"When you fall asleep."

Zhao Jian rolled her eyes. Of course she knew it was painted when she was asleep, "I mean..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the knock on the door. Ji Rufeng handed her a picture album and said, "Please come in."

The door opened, revealing Jiang Xuerou's face.

"Teacher Ji, Miss Zhao, I ordered the meal at noon. Teacher Ji, I ordered it according to your habits. Miss Zhao is sorry that I don't know what you like to eat, so I dared to make the decision."

She walked in with two set meals in her hand, skillfully opened them, and arranged the tableware.

Obviously, she has done such a job many times.

Ji Rufeng was really surprised. In the past, Wang Feng did this work. After he bought it, he tiptoed to put it in his studio. When he remembered it, he would naturally eat it. It was actually the first time that Jiang Xuerou sent it in in a noble manner.

Zhao Jian calmly flirted with Jiang Xuerou, lowered her head to continue reading the painting. The thick stack of albums were all painted by Ji Rufeng.

"Why are you? Where is Wang Feng?" Ji Rufeng asked.

"Teacher Wang has something to do, and I happen to be hungry, so I can send it to everyone."

Ji Rufeng said, "Please trouble you, but let Wang Feng do these things in the future."

"It's okay, I have nothing to do anyway. I can feel more comfortable if I help everyone do something within my ability." She smiled sweetly, pretending not to hear what he said.

Zhao Jian looked at her lightly and continued to look down at the album.

"Zhou Qing doesn't like eating at noon, so she doesn't have to give it to her." Ji Rufeng said lightly.
Chapter completed!