private marriage

She wished she could knock the cup away, Ling Nuanqing put her hands away from the table, and her roommate looked at the two of them, not knowing what to say for a while.

"No, thank you." Ling Nuanqing refused softly.

Ling Shaocheng just asked lightly, "Why?"

"My family doesn't let me eat what others give me."

The roommate was chewing the omelette in his mouth, seeing that Ling Shaocheng didn't say anything, but there was a meaningful smile hidden in his eyes.

Ling Nuanqing couldn't stay for a moment and wanted to get up. Seeing this, her roommate quickly stuffed all the leftover omelets into her mouth, "I'm full too, let's go."

Ling Nuanqing picked up her phone and left, naturally she didn't say hello to Ling Shaocheng, her roommate followed her, seeing that she was walking in a hurry, she hurriedly grabbed her arm, "Do you know that man?"

Ling Nuanqing didn't speak, but her roommate was still chirping with her voice suppressed. "Why did he give you a glass of milk? I heard that some successful people like to find someone from school..."

Ling Shaocheng heard his voice getting softer and softer, Ling Nuanqing fled away, he took back the glass of milk and drank a couple of sips.

After returning to the dormitory, Ling Nuanqing was a little out of her mind, and her roommate saw the news in the WeChat group. "Let's go, we're leaving."

There were two easels in the room, Ling Nuanqing packed up her emotions and walked over, took the easels and left with her roommate.

The Tianmu lake beach was full of people sitting in a row, and the sound of birdsong came from the forest. Ling Nuanqing was holding a paintbrush and drawing lines carefully and meticulously.

The water in the lake was crystal clear, and most of the surrounding stones were covered with moss. Ling Nuanqing did not miss these details, and drew them in one by one.

During the break, Cheng Yici walked to the lake with a few boys, Ling Nuanqing couldn't help but picked up the paintbrush, and added a back figure into her painting.

It's just an outline of the back where the face can't be seen clearly, Cheng Yici's appearance is not drawn, and even the clothes of the people in the picture are fabricated by her.

Lunch is still settled at the hotel, and everyone goes to eat with the buffet coupon issued by the teacher.

Ling Nuanqing had lunch and was about to go back to the room with her roommate. She looked up and saw Cheng Yici's figure. She always felt that Ling Shaocheng's eyeliner was all around her. She couldn't even greet Cheng Yici with an ordinary greeting.

The roommate opened the door first and entered the room. Ling Nuanqing wanted to wash her hands, but she heard her roommate ask, "Strange, Nuannuan... Wasn't your painting still on the easel when you went out? Have you ever moved?" gone?"

Ling Nuanqing walked into the room quickly, and saw that her easel was empty, and the homework she had painted all morning was gone.

"I haven't touched it."

"Then why is it gone?" The roommate looked around, "Who can come into our room? Even if it's room service, she doesn't dare to touch our things."

Ling Nuanqing had no other suspects in her heart, and when she thought of Ling Shaocheng, she shuddered.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and her roommate picked up the landline to call the front desk.

"Don't call, you see our room is not cleaned at all, it can't be done by the waiter."

"Then who else can it be?" The roommate squeezed the microphone in his hand, can the painting run on its own? "What the hell?"

No, there is a kind of person in this world that is scarier than ghosts.

Ling Nuanqing forced herself to smile. "Take a rest first, let me think about it myself, is it where I am?"

"Impossible. The painting was obviously there when I went to eat. After a while, the teacher will collect homework when I get on the bus. What should you do?"

Ling Nuanqing took out her mobile phone, and although she was very reluctant, she still sent a message to Ling Shaocheng. "Give me the painting, the teacher will put it away."

"Come and get it."

She stood up and walked out, "I'm going to make a phone call."

"Where are you going..."

Ling Nuanqing walked in a hurry, keeping her roommate's voice behind her. She was afraid of meeting someone along the way, so she hurried into the elevator and quickly found her way to the sixteenth floor.

Ling Nuanqing came to Ling Shaocheng's door and hesitated when she was about to ring the doorbell. Her mind was filled with the images of last night, and she was torn apart by fear and nausea.

The door was opened, and Ling Nuanqing saw Ling Shaocheng's assistant inside.

"Miss."

"What about others?"

"Please come in first."

Ling Nuanqing stepped into the guest room, walked a few steps and saw Ling Shaocheng standing in front of the window, the curtain was completely drawn, and the sunlight outside the window unscrupulously invaded every inch of the room.Ling Shaocheng's slender figure stood against the glass window, and he held up that strong arm. The painting was in his hand, it hadn't been colored yet, but every plant, every thing, and every person had taken shape.

Ling Nuanqing clenched her palms tightly, the sound of her footsteps stepping on the soft carpet, she finally opened her mouth when she reached Ling Shaocheng's side. "Give me the picture."

He didn't seem to notice that she came over suddenly, Ling Shaocheng was startled, and looked at her with lowered eyes, "It's enough patience, don't say hello."

"We're heading back soon."

Ling Shaocheng raised the piece of paper in his hand, and flicked the fingers of his other hand on it, making a piercing slap.He beckoned to his assistant, "Come on, come here."

The assistant strode up to Ling Shaocheng's side, watching him show off how powerful his own child is. "I'm studying fine arts after all, what do you think of this painting skill?"

"It looks good." Although the assistant complimented her, she told the truth.

Ling Nuanqing saw Ling Shaocheng tap somewhere with her fingertips, "Then the person she drew, is it me?"

Only then did the assistant notice that there was a figure from behind in the painting. He could only take a closer look at it when he got closer, but this person might not be Ling Shaocheng.

Ling Nuanqing's palms were clenched tighter and tighter, and her nails had been dug into her palms so hard that she could feel the pain.

"Speak." Ling Shaocheng stared at his special assistant with a half-smile.

Knowing that he had a bad temper, the assistant wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "It should be, I can't see his face clearly..."

"Should be?" Ling Shaocheng suppressed a smile in his chest, "I think this person is dressed like a student."

"That painting is from Mr. Ling's student days."

The smile on the corner of Ling Shaocheng's mouth subsided, this man was unpredictable, he was still smiling brightly just now, but now the meeting is full of clouds, "Nuan Nuan, do you remember how I was when I was a student?"

She didn't want to lie, it's very boring to lie in front of Ling Shaocheng, why bother to talk about something that can be exposed just now?
"I drew it blindly, I just felt that the background was monotonous, so I added a character into it."

"Listen," Ling Shaocheng put the painting in front of his eyes. "You are blind, and you still say that the person in this painting is me."

What can the assistant say?Ling Shaocheng waved his hand at him. "You go out first."

"Yes." The assistant hurried to slip away.

Ling Nuanqing was anxious when she saw it, she didn't want to be alone with Ling Shaocheng, "Give me the painting quickly."

Ling Shaocheng threw the painting on the window sill, and she wanted to grab it, but the man's hand lightly touched the nearby wine glass, and half of the glass of red wine was poured on the painting.