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Shao Jiejie came to deliver materials to Han Ziye. After getting off the car, he saw many people loading things on the fence. Those people looked tall and strong, and they were all heroic. He looked back and walked forward, bumping into a in people's arms,

"Ouch!"

He rubbed his painful forehead, and then poked the chest in front of him, what kind of thing, the chest muscles are still armored, so hard.

Song Heng put his hands behind his back and lowered his head to look at his cute face with pouting mouth and staring eyes. When he first saw him, he looked like a rabbit, dumb and cute, with big eyes that were very agile.

Shao Jiejie looked up and called out in surprise, "It's you! Why are you here?"

Song Heng smiled and took away the heavy document bag from his hand, and tapped his forehead with one hand,

"I've been working here since today, leading a group of people to be responsible for the safety of Beigong and the young master."

Hearing what he said, Shao Jiejie became inexplicably happy. He didn't know what he was happy about, but he just looked at him with bright eyes, and suddenly he didn't know what to think, his face blushed, his eyes drooped, and he turned around and said nothing. :

"What are they doing?"

Song Heng looked at his subordinates: "They? They are installing a security system. The chairman believes that Beigong needs the protection of professional security personnel in the future."

He called one of them by name: "Qiwei, after installing it, give me the test report."

The young man named Qiwei saluted: "Yes! Captain!"

While pulling his wrist, he walked into the house: "Come on, are you here to deliver something to the young master?"

Shao Jiejie let him lead him, saw him wearing a uniform that looked like a military uniform, followed his arm to see his own wrist in his hand, almost couldn't walk on the road, his left foot tripped over his right foot, almost fell Somersault.

He poked his head in at the door of the big study, didn't see Zhou Xiaoyu, closed his eyes and patted his chest, he really didn't like to see Zhou Xiaoyu, although she was very friendly to him, but thinking of how she looked in the morning, he knew her well anyway Can't connect.

He went in and put the things on the table. The boss was not there, so he came out and looked down at the stairs. Song Heng was waiting for him downstairs, and when he saw him come out, he waved, "The things are put down? Follow me to the back for tea. "

Shao Jiejie jumped down in three steps and two steps, "Where did the boss go?"

"Miss Zhou is not feeling well, so she called to ask the young master to visit her."

Shao Jiejie pouted unhappily, and Song Heng rubbed the top of his hair with a smile, "Let's go, I live on the second floor at the back, if you need anything, you can find me there..."

Although Zhou Xiaoyu was not injured, she was quite frightened and stayed in the hospital for a few days before being taken home by Zhou and his wife to recuperate.Zhou Jiang Dayun was very unhappy, thinking that her daughter was involved and suffered so much, but the Han family didn't even apologize. It's been more than a week, and Han Ziye didn't even show her face once.She forbids her daughter to go to Beigong again, she has to recuperate at home for a period of time.

Zhou Xiaoyu was very disturbed. In fact, Ziye had not been as close to her as outsiders saw and thought.

Han Ziye fulfilled and fulfilled all his fantasies about men. Ever since she was a child, she has never lacked suitors. She has seen many people of all kinds, but she has never seen a more perfect man than him, almost the first man. As soon as she saw him, she was fascinated. It was widely rumored that Han Ziye spent a lot of effort in pursuing her. The gifts he gave had nothing to do with money and wealth, and everything was ingenious. Therefore, only she knew how to capture her heart. Pursuing, seeing him smile at her for the first time, I couldn't wait to pounce on her.

But only when there are outsiders present, they are more like a close couple, and he will hold her hand, look at her and smile, and talk to her.

When she was alone, besides concentrating on her work, she felt more sensitively that he had something on his mind. She would often stare at something, her brows slightly frowned, and her eyes were full of violence and pain that could not be resolved. It made him look a little cold and scary, so she didn't dare to speak.Although the two had been sleeping in the same bed for a while, Ziye never touched her, saying it was out of respect for her, but every time she fell asleep, she nestled in his arms, and when she woke up, she faced Must be the cold back.

She didn't know what it was to ask for nothing, but she knew that she had to hold him tightly, when he was still willing to look at her, because she subconsciously realized that as long as she let go, then his head would snap. If you don't even look back, you'll walk away easily.

Zhou Xiaoyu was sitting on the head of the bed in her own room, sunk in a pile of soft pillows and dolls of various pink and tender colors, looking more and more black-haired and plain-faced, weak and pitiful.

She took Ziye's slender hand, looked at his tall body standing in front of the bed, and said pitifully: "I'm really healed, but my mother is so busy that she insists on letting me lie on the bed every day. I miss the big study so much." Taste, I can't paint it anywhere else..."

With a calm expression on Ziye's face, she pulled out her hand to smooth her hair without any trace: "Since your mother is worried, you should rest at home for a while. I have already asked you to take leave from school."

Zhou Xiaoyu pressed his chest, coughed twice, then tilted his head and showed a cute smile: "You are the best."

Han Qingchen lived in Lianzhi and Zixi's apartment for a whole month.

In his previous life, apart from painting, he was surrounded by Han Ziye and precise and tedious work. His extraordinary growth trajectory made him never have a normal life like a normal person.

It was the first time that Shao Jiejie took him to the street to watch a movie. He was strangely like a child, staring at the lobby of the theater with big eyes. There were lights and figures everywhere, and the promotional clips of the movie were broadcast on rows of LCD screens. , gorgeous huge posters were posted on the pillars, and the robot characters in the movie were made into huge models and placed on the central platform. Many people took turns to take a group photo. Jejla stood on it, and he looked around in a daze. I didn't know where to put my hands and feet, so I had to smile timidly at Jiejie's phone camera.

Although his face is pale and his figure is thin, his extraordinary beauty still attracts the attention of people around him. He, Gao Jiejie, has half his head, and is dragged around by his arm. One of them is slender and beautiful, and the other is smart and cute. When few people pass by, they will look back.

No matter which one of them is free, they will take him out to play. Peter especially likes to take him around in alleys to find delicious food. He eats a lot of food that he has never eaten before. Food, I don’t know how to bite, until I take a bite, there will either be a little happy smile on my face, or wrinkle my nose and show some embarrassment on my face, very cute.

On weekends, a few people were nestled in the living room, Peter taught him how to play video games, the two sat on the carpet, the game CDs were placed everywhere, Shao Jiejie watched the clumsy operation in the morning and jumped anxiously, wishing he could grab the controller and play in person .

Zixi took him to a simulation system exhibition.Next door is a painting exhibition.Seeing that he was holding the materials in his hands, Zixi turned his head and stared intently at the big sign at the entrance of the next door. He couldn't help but also took a look. Looking at the materials in his hand, what should be collected was almost collected, so he dragged him to Walk next door: "I just wanted to buy some paintings to hang on the wall—don't you think the walls are a little empty?"

In the early morning, he let him drag him away as if he was unconscious, but when he approached the registration office at the door, he seemed to have taken root under his feet, and he would not go in anyway. Zixi looked back at him wonderingly, didn't he want to go to the registration office? Is this an art exhibition?

In the early morning, he couldn't tell what he was afraid of, but when he saw the big publicity board of the art exhibition, his forehead was sweating. He smiled miserably: "Let's go, I'm tired."

Zixi took him home, and he immediately lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and slept until the next morning, still in a daze.

In the afternoon, he knocked on the door of the study room and said to Zixi who was working, "The paintings on the wall... can I draw them?"

Zixi was stunned: "Do you know how to draw?"

In the early morning, she looked a little shy and lowered her eyes: "A little bit..."

Zixi drove him to the largest painting supplies store to buy things. In the morning, his face lit up as if he had entered some kind of paradise.

Zixi finished flipping through two magazines on the round table at the door, drank several cups of coffee, and looked at his watch. Two hours had passed, he couldn't help but stare, and went to him, seeing that he still had a dreamy expression , the basket in his hand was loaded with a lot of things.

In the past few years, Qingchen has never painted anything other than colored pencils. Many things have been upgraded, and he has almost become a layman.

Zixi saw him picking tools like a professional painter, and he understood that none of them knew about the past in the early morning, except that he was a coming-of-age gift from Uncle Wu to Ziye, where was he in the past? , who the family members are, and what kind of life they live, no one mentions, let alone knows.

He saw that early in the morning he picked up a can of walnut oil and carefully compared it with another can of linseed oil. Maybe early in the morning he really knew how to paint.

When the easel was set up in the early morning, the linen was stretched, and the draft was earnestly started with charcoal sticks, several people opened their mouths in surprise. From the expression on his face, he knows that painting is definitely not something for him to play with occasionally.

In less than a week, he had finished seven paintings, big and small, all of which were themed with a brown bear and a green four-leaf clover. It looks as soft and cute as a puppet.His eyebrows were frowned as if he was about to cry, but his mouth was actually smiling. In the dark brown forest, he was sitting on a thick dead leaf, holding a four-leaf clover that looked plump and strong in his fat hand. The moon A warm golden halo shone through the gaps in the branches, and the four-leaf clover also shone brightly.

He took it out and mounted it himself, picked out the picture frame for a long time, and finally hung it in the living room, study and bedroom. Sitting on the carpet and looking at the painting in silence.

His paintings look very warm, making people feel sour and tender. Probably everyone thinks of Han Ziye and Zhou Xiaoyu, but no one speaks.

In the early morning, I also looked at the picture of the four-leaf clover flying in the air, and the little bear running happily underneath holding the string, showing a slight frown and a smile on the corner of the mouth.