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Sometimes, Fu Zhi would also think about it, what if she answered negative?Will it be completely ignored, but it will give it a chance to stand up, or... will it be directly killed by the wooden warehouse.

she does not know.

"unnecessary."

As soon as he came out of the memory, when he heard this sentence, the smile on Fu Zhi's face froze: "What did you say?"

"I said no need. Whether you hate your father or not has nothing to do with me. It's your own business if you want revenge. But if he dares to stretch out his hand to Ye Ruan, I will never let him go. Thank you Tell me the news, but forget about the cooperation."

He Qing's attitude was indifferent and unfeeling, blocking Fu Zhi to death, unable to find any breakthrough.

"Can't you... think about it again?" Her tone was rare to be pleading.

"No." He Qing answered decisively.

"Is Ye Ruan really that good?" Fu Zhi clasped the armrest tightly and asked faintly.

He Qing frowned, a little impatient: "Yes, yes, Ye Ruan is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you in my mind."

Fu Zhi bit his lip, the tip of his nose was constantly panting.She clearly knew that He Qing said this to anger her on purpose, but she just couldn't help being sad.

He Qing...I really hate it!

After He Qing left, Fu Zhi stopped at the same spot. After a full minute, she slowly moved the wheelchair and left. After walking a few steps, she saw a person standing by a flower bed not far away.

The two looked at each other, but Fu Zhi was the first to look away. She used yin and yang to hide her embarrassment. "How long have you been standing here? You must be very happy to hear that He Qing defends you so proudly."

These words obviously smacked of jealousy, but Fu Zhi knew that she had already lost, and she was completely defeated in front of Ye Ruan.

Not reconciled, really... very not reconciled.

If she was the first to know the current "Heqing"...that would be fine.

Ye Ruan didn't fully hear the conversation between them, but only vaguely heard something about Fu Zhi's father's plan to deal with him.But looking at the undisguised fragility on Fu Zhi's face, she also hypocritically gave birth to some sentimental feelings of "sorrow for the death of the rabbit and the fox".Although this analogy is not appropriate.

The day Ye Ruan decided to confess to He Qing was sunny and windless.

He Qing looked at the text message Ye Ruan sent her on the phone, feeling a little confused.

Let her go to the alley where Ye Ruan was rescued for the first time, why go there?

When He Qing reached the alley, he saw the girl standing in the alley with something behind her back.

"Ruan Ruan, what are you doing, come here early in the morning, and finally go back to catch up on the holidays, isn't it good?"

Ye Ruan took a few deep breaths, finally suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and was almost disrupted by He Qing's words.

"Ahem." She coughed a few times, and looked at He Qing with bright eyes: "Next, I want to tell you something, maybe you will be surprised when you hear it, and you won't be able to accept it, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still Decided to tell you."

"What's the matter..." He Qing asked hesitantly, she reacted belatedly, she had all kinds of messy thoughts in her mind, but one of the most unlikely ones gradually occupied her mind.

Ye Ruan took out the thing behind her and unfolded it. It was an oil painting half a person tall. She hadn't learned oil painting for long, but her talent in oil painting was the highest. Even the very picky teacher praised her a lot .

In the painting is an alley, which is where they are now. At the entrance of the alley stands a girl. She is against the light, but descends like a god, dispelling all the darkness.

That was the scene where He Qing rescued her for the first time.

Holding the painting in both hands, Ye Ruan stared at He Qing intently, the emotion hidden in the depths of his eyes unreservedly vented out, so strong that He Qing couldn't bear it.

"He Qing, you once asked me, what is my dream? Now I want to tell you seriously, my dream is to paint..."

"with you."

"Painting is an obsession I can't let go of, and you... are an obsession engraved in my bones and blood."

There is no need for a vigorous confession, no need to say sweet words of love.Ye Ruan completely dissected herself in front of He Qing, and her sincerity was also held in front of her.

Having cut off all escape routes, Ye Ruan did everything, just for this moment.

He Qing just felt as if her brain had crashed, as if everything had lost its color in her eyes, except for that painting, which was so vivid and dazzling.She couldn't help taking a few steps back, her pupils dilated uncontrollably.

"You... what are you talking about?"

"No, no, no, we are all girls, no..." She kept shaking her head, as if to deny all this absurdity.

The moment He Qing retreated, Ye Ruan's heart was already broken, her eyes were red, she held back her tears, holding back the last trace of expectation: "Then according to you, if I'm not a girl, can you agree? ?”

Is it because I don't like it from the bottom of my heart, or because I dare not admit it because of the shackles of the same sex.This is extremely important to Ye Ruan's heart.

He Qing squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, his whole brain plunged into chaos.

Why, why did things develop like this, why? !Ye Ruan...she actually came up with these thoughts.

I don't know how long it took before she got up and looked at Ye Ruan, her eyes dodged, her voice was hoarse: "We...impossible." After uttering the last word with difficulty, she covered her face again, not daring to Take another look at Ye Ruan.