"I'll keep you at home if you get peach blossoms everywhere."

After Mo Mo gritted his teeth and said, he smiled charmingly at the blonde woman who admired Ye Zhan, leaned forward and kissed Ye Zhan on his mouth, "I haven't answered my question just now."

Ye Zhan didn't expect Mo Mo would take the initiative to kiss him, and it was still in such a public place.

His eyes became deeper, and he thought badly in his heart.

If you encounter such a situation, Momo would not be able to help kissing him in public. If this is the case, then you must take her out for a walk more.

With his figure and face, the rate of turning back is absolutely true. It is not bad to change to a few Momo's active kisses a day.

Seeing that Mo Mo was still waiting for him to answer the question, Ye Zhan didn't dare to think about it anymore, he curled his expression and said gently, "It's not entirely for Yize. It would be the best if Qinghuan could fall in love with Yize. If we can't, we can't force it. I just think Yize is very good and like Qinghuan."

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Imperial capital.

Feng Yize sat in the car outside the airport and did not leave immediately.

He has been reading through WeChat updates for a long time.

Until I turned to Wen Qinghuan's first dynamic and turned back one by one, Taohua had a hint of warmth in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a handsome curve.

After reading Wen Qinghuan's, I looked at Ye Zhan's updates.

Finally, he clicked Wen Qinghuan's dialog box and edited: [Qinghuan, good morning!]

After waiting for about a minute, Wen Qinghuan replied to him: [Good morning, have you sent my sister Momo and her cousin to the airport?]

With topics to talk about, Feng Yize's smile became bright and he replied in seconds: [The plane has already flown into the sky.]

After the message was sent out, he stared at the phone screen without blinking, reading the content just now again, without letting go of punctuation marks.

[Thank you for your hard work... Is my aunt's health better? Have you been discharged from the hospital?]

Wen Qinghuan knew about Feng Yize from Ye Zhan and Mo Mo.

If Feng Yize didn't contact her, she didn't plan to contact him and care about him.

Feng Yize's mouth curve deepened, [My mother's body has always been not very good. The doctor said she could recuperate at home, but it was inconvenient to stay in the hospital. Qinghuan, thank you for your concern.]

[Qinghuan, can you send me a copy of the painting you painted that day? You painted so well. My elder brother and Mo Ziyi had a wonderful fight. I guess there was no chance to see them fight again.]

Qing Huan sent a smiley emoticon pack.

[I have drawn a few more copies. If you want them, I will send you one.] Qinghuan has been drawing the paintings of that day these days.

On the day Ye Zhan and Mo Ziyi competed, not all the movements were drawn, but she remembered them all in her mind.

Afterwards, I slowly savored it while drawing.

Feng Yize is not the first person to say he wants the painting that day. He is the first person Qinghuan can no longer remember it.

She prepared a copy of each and gave it to them after the completion.

【Okay, I'll send you my address…】

Feng Yize was so excited that he immediately edited his address and sent it to him.

【It may take a few days, I will tell you after sending it out.】

【good.】

Thinking that he would soon have the paintings painted by Qinghuan, Feng Yize's whole heart was flying.

Even if Qinghuan doesn't like him, she is his warmth, and her dislike will not affect his mood all the time.

On the contrary, every time Feng Yize and Wen Qinghuan meet or chat online, he will feel particularly happy.

City g, Wen family.

Wen Qinghuan left the room and went to the studio upstairs.

She opened the drawer and took out a scroll from the dark compartment on the bottom layer.

After hesitating for two seconds, open the scroll.

It was painted on that day based on her memory. The man in the painting had handsome facial features, gentle eyebrows and elegant demeanor.

At first she looked at the person on the drawing, pulled the corners of her lips and smiled softly.

But as I looked, the smile in my eyes turned into loss, and my lips and petals were gently pursed.

This painting cannot be left behind.

She felt a little sadness in her heart, not deep, not yet to the point of heartbreak, but her heart thrust at a certain moment.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Qinghuan was about to roll up the painting when suddenly the voice of her brother Ziyang came from the door, "Qinghuan, it's time to leave, what are you doing here?"

"No, nothing, brother, why are you walking without sound?"

Qinghuan's eyes were panicked.

Before I could roll up the painting, I hid it behind me.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wen Ziyang's eyes, he strode in and asked with a smile, "Qinghuan, what are you hiding? Have you been secretly drawing me again?"

Qinghuan has loved painting since she was a child.

She has painted Wen Ziyang secretly. The paintings she painted are three more vivid than the photos taken by others. To date, there are no less than ten portraits of Wen Ziyang's various expressions and actions.

"No, I didn't draw you."

Wen Qinghuan shook her head repeatedly.

But the flashing eyes and the hidden movements made Wen Ziyang feel even more that she had painted him, and it must be a very ugly time.

He coaxed her with a cursing corner of his mouth, "Good Qinghuan, give the painting to your brother. If it weren't for me, I promise to give it back to you."

"No."

Qinghuan shook her head.

Dodge left and right, unwilling to let Ziyang get the painting.

Wen Ziyang suddenly stopped, "Qinghuan, I saw who you painted."

Qinghuan's little face changed and when she was distracted, the painting in her hand was taken away by Wen Ziyang.

"Brother, give it to me."

“…”

Wen Ziyang didn't expect that he was not the one who painted him.

Looking at the man on the painting, he was stunned and looked at Qinghuan again. He suddenly understood something and asked in a warm voice, "Qinghuan, when did you paint a picture of Chu Junming? You won't let me see it. Could it be..."

"No, don't guess randomly."

"Give it back to you."

Wen Ziyang smiled and returned the scroll to Qinghuan.

Qinghuan pursed her lips and took it silently. Looking at the painting, she felt inexplicably wronged.

Wen Ziyang's voice sounded on his shoulder, "Since you have painted all the paintings, then find some time to give them to Chu Junming. If you don't want to give them to yourself, I'll give them to him."

"elder brother."

"Are you still afraid that my brother will keep it privately?"

Wen Ziyang deliberately raised his eyebrows and asked unhappily.

Wen Qinghuan shook her head.

The sadness in her heart was driven away by the warmth, and she smiled and said, "What are you doing for private hiding?"

"Yes, if you painted the beautiful woman, I might still have it. There is nothing to hide in the man you painted. Chu Junming, like Feng Yize, is both sworn brothers with Ye Zhan and Tang Jinchen. He doesn't stay in the imperial capital for no reason, so he comes to G City to join in the fun."

"Brother, please help me with him."

Qinghuan's smile returned to her usual heartless playfulness. After she stuffed the painting to Wen Ziyang, she took out a picture album from the drawer, "This is the record of the match between my cousin and Ye Zhan that day. Everyone has one, and you can give it to him together."

She told herself that she knew there would be no result, and if she could not see her, she would disappear.
Chapter completed!