"I'm not interested in a lot of things about you, just ask one thing today. You'll answer me when you're ready. After Zhao Yihuan finished speaking, he puffed out his mouth, remembering that the content of his painting had been tampered with, and then hung it in a café with an indescribable name to be appreciated by the public. As soon as she thought of this, she wanted to abuse him, to torture him to death.

"Ask me something, is it about us together, the girl took the initiative, I would be embarrassed. Zhang Yihang fell into deep thought, and suddenly smiled, and the little appearance of joy in his heart made Zhao Yihuan look very uncomfortable.

Zhao Yihuan's expression in his heart and face at this time was the same, he was very unhappy, and because of Zhang Yihang's demented laughter, he was suddenly angry.

Zhang Yihang must have thought about some bad things in his heart, because his ruddy face had betrayed him.

Zhang Yihang adjusted the enthusiastic emotions in his heart, and then, of course, straightened his waist and posed as a full-score boyfriend.

At that moment, Zhang Yihang's face flushed slightly, and his smart and shining eyes blinked at Zhao Yihuan, and the sudden feeling made his shy little appearance have nowhere to escape.

How dare he look at Zhao Yihuan again, his head is held high, he is afraid that she will remember such an embarrassing side.

"Okay, I don't have anything else to ask, do you remember the last time I painted the Rain-Penetrating Gate?" Zhao Yihuan also lost the fierce appearance just now, and looked at Zhang Yihang, who wanted to go to the sky but had no result, with a serious face.

"As soon as I heard it, I thought it was familiar, it should be a series of paintings, but have you ever painted any finished products? Let me think about it! Zhang Yihang still didn't show his face, and he didn't look at Zhao Yihuan, because he was nervous.

Although Zhao Yihuan knew that he was thinking when he looked at him, it didn't mean that he wasn't annoying.

Zhao Yihuan was waiting for the next opportunity to give him a heavy blow.

"What is the Gate of the Rain, what is the Gate of the Rain? Could it be that the painting that was not painted last time was already thrown into the trash can!" Zhang Yihang remembered that he had thrown a lot of garbage a few days ago, and perhaps it was caught in it.

"I guess I threw it away with the waste paper. I don't have any of your extra work on hand anyway. Zhang Yihang said, his eyes kept looking into the sky.

Zhao Yihuan never saw the rest of his face except for his chin.

"It's okay to throw it away, but whose personality signature is hanging in the café?" Zhao Yihuan looked at it with a small look, cold, cold, and the atmosphere was frozen.

However, Zhang Yihang, he didn't know, because he didn't see it!

So what he feels is always the warmth of spring and the tenderness of the years.

"The café has my personal signature on it, when did I become so famous. Suddenly, Zhang Yihang's face was filled with indescribable confidence.

Originally just a rookie, after years of hard work, he finally became famous in the industry, but he didn't expect that the fame had spread to the café at this time, and he must be a few steps away from becoming famous.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Yihang was extremely excited, grabbed Zhao Yihuan's hand, and jumped up with joy.

Zhao Yihuan looked at an uncoordinated face, and his eyes blinked unconsciously.

There was no way, Zhang Yihang's left eye was already black, and then it seemed to be cramping, blinking indiscriminately.

Zhao Yihuan couldn't stand it, so he learned his movements, but Zhang Yihang blinked because of the pain in his eyelids, and Zhao Yihuan couldn't learn it well.

"If I develop in the future, I will definitely carry you, after all, we ...... We...... We're still alumni!" Zhang Yihang occasionally took some time to switch from a certain state, but he still changed the subject.

"Did you misunderstand something? What I've always wanted to say is my paintings. ”

"Your painting. Zhang Yihang frowned, looking thoughtful like a little woman in the boudoir, constantly worried. Sentimentality, only to increase the mind but not to relieve depression.

"Why don't you do it, I'll just draw one for you, and that's it. Zhang Yihang's shoulder exerted a little strength and rubbed it on Zhao Yihuan's arm, like a clingy kitten, just as annoying.

He beat his little abacus in his heart, but this little abacus couldn't be knocked.

"I don't want you to draw it. ”

"That's money, don't give it to you. ”

As soon as Zhao Yihuan heard Zhang Yihang mention the word "money", he became angry, and his little expression of disgust went online again.

"You're still with this expression, you'll regret it. Zhang Yihang didn't know what grievances he had suffered, and he walked fast with heroic steps.

"Zhang Yihang, I'm not done yet. As soon as Zhao Yihuan was excited, he wanted to give Zhang Yihang an over-the-shoulder fall, but maybe he hadn't practiced for too long, and he couldn't turn it over.