Days dominated by wife-watching demons

The works in the oil painting competition are currently only in the finishing stage, and An Jing's rest time on this day is just for perfecting.

Ge Zijie's studio has no fewer painting materials than professional studios, and there are no outsiders disturbing here, An Jing is very easy to use.

Ge Zijie came back unexpectedly early that night.

"Director, I can go to training tomorrow."

Ge Zijie, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, raised his head, and his gaze passed over her calf with large bruises, "Be careful."

"I will be careful."

"Let Uncle Zhang drive you off tomorrow."

Uncle Zhang is Ge Zijie's driver.

"how about you."

"with you."

"..." An Jing felt that this fall seemed to have caused her brain to go wrong, so she asked another question, "How is Xi Ge?"

Ge Zijie finally looked up at An Jing, his eyes were a little cold, "You care about her?"

An Jing felt that she might have said the wrong thing, otherwise how could the director who was still doing well just now suddenly turn into iceberg mode again, "No, no, no."

"She was only slightly scratched. Compared with others, you still worry more about yourself."

"Oh……"

Just when An Jing felt that the conversation between the two of them had come to an end, Ge Zijie suddenly said again: "Leg, did you take the medicine today?"

"Not yet, I'll polish it tonight." During the day, An Jing was sorting out the entries in the studio. She had already packed them and could send them to be judged at any time.

"Let me do it."

After Ge Zijie said so, he actually appeared in An Jing's room after eating.

An Jing was sitting on the bed sorting out the practice videos on her mobile phone, when she saw this big Buddha, she almost jumped up from the mat in fright, but this movement was limited due to her foot injury.

"Director..."

"Potion."

An Jing straightened up, found the topical medicine prescribed by the doctor from the bag, and handed it over with both hands, "Here."

"Pants." Ge Zijie lowered his head to unpack the medicine.

An Jing blinked twice quickly, pulled the quilt over her body, then took off her pajama pants, and slowly stretched her bare legs out of the quilt.

"How about...the director should come by myself, I can get there."

Ge Zijie had already dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and put her hand on An Jing's leg to fix it. Then she raised her head and asked An Jing, "Are you afraid of me?"

An Jing quickly shook her head.

"Then why do you reject me every time and avoid me." Ge Zijie's questioning every word, coupled with her extremely oppressive eyes, made An Jing's embarrassment nowhere to rest.

"I just... don't want to trouble you." An Jing lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes, "You have helped me a lot."

"I've helped you a lot, so it's not bad." Ge Zijie leaned very close, even if An Jing didn't look up at her, she could still feel the other person's fiery eyes on her. .

When the cold ointment touched her skin, An Jing shrank her shoulders subconsciously, and she whispered, "I just don't want to owe you too much."

She was afraid that she would not be able to pay back the money, maybe she could work hard to pay back the money, but for the rest, An Jing didn't know how to pay it back, and she didn't know where to start, which made her feel uneasy, so she simply began to refuse Ge Zijie's kindness.

This is not aimed at Ge Zijie, but An Jing's usual way of doing things.

Ge Zijie stopped applying the medicine, and the silence for a few seconds made An Jing feel uneasy.

"I owe you, I owe you more." She leaned close to An Jing's ear and said, her low voice caused trembling in An Jing's ear.

The tenderness at that moment was like an illusion, making An Jing feel like she almost stopped breathing.

"In this way, I can get more of what I want from you. Isn't this the equivalent exchange that you and I like?"

An Jing stared blankly at Ge Zijie, her thoughts were completely drawn into the invisible vortex by the light-colored eyes of the other party, maybe this person is the devil in the story, dripping deadly poison into the candy and coaxing humans to drink it with a beautiful voice, Let them die in this sinful sweetness.

But the strange thing is that An Jing is not afraid, she even thinks that even if the person in front of her really wants to lead herself into the abyss, as long as she beckons, she will run towards her like a moth to a flame.

"it is good……"

One month later, when An Jing's oil painting competition was due for registration, she was planning to go to the studio to fill out the registration form, but unexpectedly, Ge Han came to ask her first.

'Are you going to the studio for class tomorrow? '

'Hold on, I'll ask the director. '

An Jing hurriedly got out of bed, put on her slippers and wanted to go to the study, but bumped into An Yang who just came back.

"Sister, where are you going?"

"I..." Looking for your sister Zijie.

The person An Jing was looking for followed behind Anyang, rubbing her hands on little Lolita's head, and she realized that Anyang's height of 1.2 meters was quite suitable for Ge Zijie to use as a walking stick.

Ge Zijie seemed to notice that An Jing was looking at him, "Looking for me?"

"Director, tomorrow is Saturday, there is no class in the morning, can I go to my former studio?"

After all, she was staying at Ge Zijie's house, and the other party was her boss. An Jing felt that she had to report to her when she wanted to do her own activities.

"Who are you going with?"

"Ge Han."

Ge Zijie didn't speak anymore, she stood upright, she looked at the top of An Jing's head, her expression was indifferent, she couldn't see whether she was happy or unhappy.

"Sister." Anyang on the side tugged at the corner of her clothes, and after she squatted down, she whispered in her ear: "Aren't you friends with sister Zijie? Then why don't you call her name? Maybe you call her name?" , she will be happy."

It seems that Ge Zijie has said more than once that she wants to call her name in private, but An Jing always calls "Director" casually. Maybe she is used to being treated with trepidation in the company, and she hopes to relax in private Bar.

Thinking of this, An Jing understood Ge Zijie a bit more, so she replaced "director" with "Zijie" and asked again.

This time, Bingshan, who was standing still, finally changed. He nodded slightly, said "hmm", and passed An Jing.

An Jing was dumbfounded, and looked down at An Yang, "This trick really works..."

Anyang narrowed his eyes, "Because sister Zijie also wants to be friends with you, how can friends be so unfamiliar."

"You learned a lot of new words at school to show off to me, right?" An Jing pinched the face of the little witty ghost An Yang.

"No, I'm smart."

An Jing went back and agreed to go to the studio with Ge Han.

'Let me tell you something again, Ji Yuan's birthday is next weekend, she asked me to invite you, can you come? '

If Ji Yuan is involved in this matter, An Jing will be more difficult to deal with. She owes Ji Yuan a favor, and the other party does not know how to get the news that she cannot afford the studio tuition, and secretly helps to advance the payment. An Jing still went to talk to the teacher last time. knew.

'Well, I'll tell you the truth, it's not her real birthday next weekend, it's just because of a special reason, so I was called by her to help, I think if you can come, it will definitely help her more . '

'If it's helping...'

'I'll take it as your promise! '