Dressing in a dog-blood romance and engaging in lily[Quick Transmigration]

When Jing Nian came home from get off work, she was so tired that she didn't want to move, so she changed her shoes and went straight to the sofa, ready to jump up.

Then she saw the man sitting on the sofa.

Song Ci'an looked at her with a cold face, his eyes almost made her think that he was a husband who was having a good time outside, and when he returned home, his wife was cold and angry with her.

With a guilty conscience, she showed a soft smile: "What's the matter, Sister Song?"

Song Ci'an looked at her quietly with those extremely dark eyes, and the emotions in her eyes turbulent for a long time and finally calmed down. She looked down at the phone, as if the person in front of her was less than one ten thousandth of the phone's attention, and said in a calm voice: "fine."

You clearly have something to do!

Women are really duplicity.

Jing Nian cursed in her heart, and sat on the other end of the sofa. The air was so condensed that it could hardly flow. She also took out her mobile phone and poked it a few times. She secretly raised her eyes to Song Ci'an on the opposite side several times, but the other party didn't give a damn. She gave a look.

After another half an hour, Jing Nian still couldn't stand the eerie silence. She put down her phone, looked at Song Ci'an cautiously, and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

After a few seconds, Song Ci'an raised his head slowly, "I'm not unhappy."

But the movements of her hands became more and more ruthless. The bodyguard sent her a lot of photos, and there were always two people on them, Jing Nian and another man with a baby face. She had been flipping through these photos just now, as if she was going to The phone pinched a hole.

These photos reminded her that Jing Nian couldn't be more straight, she had heard that this person would die to hear about human rights, and later she even witnessed that the other party was willing to sacrifice his kidney for love.

Although she knew that Jing Nian had a secret, and that the kidney cutting was definitely a fake, Jing Nian couldn't resist saying that she loves to hear about Quan Quantian.

Her cheap brother also likes Jing Nian, and now there is another man, Song Ci'an sneered, should she be glad that Jing Nian is not attracted to women?

Jing Nian looked at the colder and colder aura on the other person, and felt even more terrible. Usually, women can't believe what they say, and they have to listen to it backwards. She is also a woman, so she naturally knows the characteristics of women.

"I'm not unhappy" is in turn saying "I'm just unhappy"!

After much deliberation, she still couldn't think of anything that Song Ci'an could be unhappy about, and she didn't know how to coax him.

Although Song Ci'an is just a passerby, but now the other party is someone she cares more about in this world, and she still doesn't want to see him unhappy.

Jing Nian boldly sat down next to Song Ci'an, then coughed twice trying to cover up.

"That... An An... don't be unhappy~"

Jing Nian swears, this is definitely the first time she acted like a baby, just to coax a woman.

Song Ci'an kept her head down and didn't move. Jing Nian's eyes flicked left and right, and she felt a little embarrassed when she didn't get a response. She thought to herself, my voice just now was a little artificial, Song Ci'an wouldn't be disgusted.

The person acting like a baby hasn't reacted to this matter yet, but the person concerned has already blushed, embarrassingly wishing to go back in time and slap the mentally handicapped self to death.

The air became more and more stagnant, Jing Nian could hardly sit still, just when she was about to stand up and leave, Song Ci'an held her hand.

Those slender and slender hands were covering the back of his hands, Jing Nian was slightly lost in thought.

The suppressed voice came: "I'm fine, but you haven't contacted me for a long time today, I'm a little lonely by myself."

Jing Nian suddenly realized that it was because of this.

When she thought about what she did today, it seemed that something was wrong. Song Ci'an must have regarded her as a good friend now, otherwise he would not let her live in his own house, and even helped her hide from the male lead and the others.

But I went out for the whole afternoon without telling the other party what happened, and let such a delicate and wealthy lady stay at home alone for such a long time.

No wonder you get angry.

Jing Nian, who thought he had found the "reason", comforted Song Ci'an: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, I went out to look for a job today, so it's fine to live here without paying rent, and it's too much to idle around every day. , I can’t let you keep me forever, can I?”

Song Ci'an let out a "hmm".

After a while, he said again: "I am willing to keep you forever."

Jing Nian was stunned, before he had time to react to these words, he heard Song Ci'an ask again: "Then have you found a job?"

"I found it." Subconsciously ignoring the previous sentence, Jing Nian smiled, "It's the waiter in the coffee shop, the boss is very nice, and the work is easy."

He also thought that if he went out to work every day in the future, Song Ci'an wouldn't be suffocated at home alone?

Turning her eyes, she suddenly remembered what she had heard before—Miss Song was good at painting.

Jing Nian excitedly said: "Hey - do you want to make money with your own hands?"

Song Ci'an looked at those sly eyes, although he didn't know what was going on in the other party's mind, he still nodded in a mysterious way.

Then she heard the person on the opposite side say: "Then paint and sell for money!"

"You paint so well, there must be many people willing to buy your paintings!"

Song Ci'an's neck was a little stiff when he nodded his head just now.

However, Jing Nian didn't see her unnaturalness, and was still planning excitedly there. A young lady like Song Ci'an must have never worked since she was a child, and being able to make money with her own hands is very difficult for someone who is not familiar with the world. The eldest lady must be very attractive, so that in the future when she goes to work and Song Ci'an draws at home, she won't feel bored by herself.

The more Jing Nian thought about it, the more he felt that he was such a clever little ghost!

She was also very mobile, she simply did what she said, she ran to the bedroom and dug out the easel that Song Ci'an put there yesterday, and took it to the living room together with the paint.

Putting a pen into Song Ci'an's hand, he ran to the opposite side, put on a nice pose, and said, "Draw me a picture first, we've known each other for so long and you haven't drawn a portrait of me yet."

Song Ci'an: ...

She looked at the white paper in front of her, and then at Jing Nian who was looking forward to it, she couldn't get off a tiger.

Others don't know, but she knows how much she has. She knows nothing about the art of painting and has no talent.

But now she was on the verge of death and had no choice but to send it. She couldn't bear to live up to Jing Nian's expectations, she squeezed the pen in her hand, and pressed it on the white paper cautiously.

Facing her sweetheart, Song Ci'an is more serious, she draws lines one by one, and strives to achieve the peak painting skills within her ability.

An hour later, Song Ci'an stopped writing.

Jing Nian moved a bit, and asked, "Is the painting finished?"

Song Ci'an nodded silently.

Jing Nian leaned over to look expectantly, and then...she was not feeling well.

After carefully looking again and again, she turned her head to look at Song Ci'an in disbelief, "Is this stickman me?"

In fact, the stick figures are a bit praised. Song Ci'an's paintings are not even as good as the stick figures, or even worse than the scribbles of kindergarten children.

On the drawing paper, there is a group of lines that can barely be distinguished as a human figure. If the position of the mouth had not been drawn with paint, Jing Nian would not even be able to see that there are facial features on this black group.

It's really... ugly.

Song Ci'an: "How is it?"

Seeing Song Ci'an's bright eyes, Jing Nian said against his will, "It's, it's pretty good."

For the first time, she felt that lying would be struck by lightning.

Unexpectedly, all the characters in the plot are so good at flattering, and this kind of painting skills that can be beaten by a random kindergarten child is actually praised to the sky, as if Song Ci'an is the contemporary Van Gogh.

For a moment, I felt a little emotional. Song Ci'an was so pitiful. He was born in a wealthy family since he was a child. He must have excellent skills, so he was deceived for so many years. I guess he really thought he was good at painting. .

The members of the Song family didn't even think about it. If they accidentally exposed their secrets in front of others like today, would Song Ci'an be ruined and ridiculed by others?

This kind of parent is also absolutely dead, disregarding the child's life and death for the sake of face.

Maybe little pitiful was forced to draw by his family since he was a child, locked in the room and not allowed to come out, and not given food until he finished painting.

Before Song Ci'an said anything, Jing Nian made up a picture of her miserable childhood in her mind, thinking that Song Ci'an loved painting so much, but only at this level, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Looking at Shang Jingnian's eyes suddenly full of distress and pity, Song Ci'an felt the emotion of bewilderment for the first time.

What made her even more unbearable was that Jing Nian actually thought this painting was beautiful. Although she couldn't draw, it didn't mean she didn't have aesthetic ability. Although she painted this painting herself, she also thought it was really ugly. .

But at this moment, Song Ci'an's expression was complicated when he heard Jing Nian's praise for being free of money.

It turns out that... the sweetheart actually has this kind of aesthetics?

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Three shifts are over!

The author Jun Xie smiled charmingly: Woman, are you still satisfied with what you see?