He Shuo frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Although this rose looks good, it is not practical at all, and it takes time to take care of it in addition to taking up space when you take it home. Mr. Ho, not everyone likes flashy things. I advise you, there are some bottom lines, don't be tempted. ”

After speaking, Zhou Ling laughed contemptuously, and casually threw the rose into He Shuo's arms.

Where has He Shuo been rejected by others like this, he was annoyed and angry at the moment, and dragged Zhou Ling's wrist with one hand, "Don't be embarrassed." ”

Zhou Ling looked at him with a sneer, they were really husbands and wives, and even scolding people was so unified.

"Mr. He, if you don't let go, I can only call the police. ”

"Call the police, why do you have to react so much, I just want to treat you to a meal. You won't think too much about it. ”

Zhou Lingcai didn't bother to play any word games with him, and broke free of his hand with all his might, "I still have to go home, don't get in the way." ”

"Don't let it go, unless you promise me to eat. He Shuo pressed Zhou Ling's car door stiffly.

For Zhou Ling, he was originally just grateful, but later this woman could be so tough in the face of Bai Xiao's family, which made him appreciate.

That's why he deliberately hid here and waited for her to get off work.

In He Shuo's eyes, as long as he is willing, there is no girl who can't be soaked.

Women are nothing more than luxury creatures in captivity.

Zhou Ling has always liked peace in the world, and generally does not take the initiative to conflict with others.

She usually doesn't get out of control and punch people unless she can't help it.

And He Shuo's cheekiness, obviously Zhou Ling can't bear it.

Thinking that he and Rong Zheng suffered an unwarranted disaster because of He Shuo's heart, a nameless fire in Zhou Ling's heart rose slowly.

"I've warned you, Mr. Ho. ”

Zhou Ling sneered again and again, and the high heels stepped neatly on He Shuo's leather shoes, and they were crushed several times.

She snatched the rose and threw it on He Shuo's face with a "snap".

The small thorns on the rose quickly hooked He Shuo's face, and Zhou Ling still didn't understand his hatred, so he kicked his foot.

He Shuo was stunned by Zhou Ling's sudden violent beating.

He never thought that Zhou Ling, who looked gentle and decent on weekdays, would have such a crazy time, and he would have a fight with Bai Xiao, a crazy woman.

"Stop!" he resisted with his hands, protecting his important places with his hands over and over again.

"If you dare to harass me in the future, this is what will happen to you!"

Zhou Ling was tired, so he threw the "murder weapon" rose to the ground.

Then he took out the key to open the car door, and walked away in He Shuo's uncertain gaze.

At the door of the radio station, the embarrassed He Shuo was lying on the road, and there were scattered rose petals beside him.

He cautiously touched the wound on his face and whispered indignantly, "Vixen!"

Too many things have happened during this time, although Zhou Ling endured the oppression of Bai Xiao and He Shuo, it doesn't mean that she won't fight back.

Her heart has always been very depressed, but she didn't expect He Shuo to run into it without knowing whether she was alive or dead.

Zhou Ling naturally broke out.

beat He Shuo violently, Zhou Ling only felt that she was refreshed, as for what the consequences would be after that, she didn't want to think about it now.

She suddenly sympathized with Bai Xiao, this woman seemed to be high on the surface, but I am afraid that she also broke a lot of hearts for He Shuo in private.

What Zhou Ling didn't expect was that He Shuo didn't tell anyone about it.

The next day, Zhou Ling accompanied Rong Zheng to participate in the preliminary round of the painting competition.

The contest requires all participants to complete the painting within one hour with the theme of spring scenery.

"What are you worried about? Don't you believe in Rong Zheng's strength?"

Wen Zhuo looked at Zhou Ling's restless hand and said with a smile.

"I trust him, but what if he gets nervous during the game?"

This game is of great significance to Rong Zheng, and of course Zhou Ling will be worried.

"Drinking plenty of hot water is good for relieving tension. ”

Song Minghao pointed to the thermos cup in Zhou Ling's bag and suggested it seriously.

Zhou Lingqi smiled, "You are all people with girlfriends and you are such a straight man, you are not afraid that your girlfriend will not want you." ”

"She won't. ”

It was originally a ridiculous sentence, but I didn't expect Song Minghao to answer Zhou Ling very seriously.

Zhou Ling rolled his eyes and stopped talking to him, but turned his head and looked at Rong Zheng on the stage seriously.

To be honest, Zhou Ling was quite nervous, because she saw Rong Zheng adjust the color for a long time.

Although she doesn't know much about painting, she can also see that Rong Zheng has fallen behind a lot of others.

Everyone has already started painting, and Rong Zheng is still adjusting the paint unhurriedly.

"That man...... It seems to be Feng Aishan. ”

Wen Zhuo poked Zhou Ling's elbow and pointed in one direction.

"Feng Aishan?" Zhou Ling looked in the direction Wen Zhuo pointed and saw Feng Aishan sitting on the judges' seat, "How can he be a judge?"

Although Feng Aishan's painting achievements have not been good in recent years, he still has a certain status in the painting circle. He was invited to be a judge. Not surprising. ”

"He won't be embarrassed, will he?"

Zhou Ling frowned, she remembered that Rong Zheng talked to her, and they seemed to have fallen out because of a painting.

"I'm not sure, let's not speculate now, this won't really help Rong Zheng. ”

Zhou Ling naturally knew this, so no matter how worried he was, he could only purse his lips and be silent.

Half of the time has passed, most of the people on the stage are already putting the finishing touches, and Rong Zheng's painting has just begun.

He picked up the paintbrush as if he were the only one left in the world.

All the noise was silenced, and only the gentle sound of the wind was left in my ears.

Spring scene?

Rong Zheng had a picture in his mind, which was in the park.

Zhou Ling squatted in front of an old grandmother, the spring flowers bloomed to the fullest, and the morning sun slowly rose.

The lake in the distance is rippled by the spring breeze, and shoots are drawn from the dead branches.

This is the most unique spring scene in his eyes.

In the last few minutes, Rong Zheng finally finished the painting.

After checking it carefully again, and when he found that there were no other problems with the color and composition, Rong Zheng put down the brush.

Although Zhou Ling was far away, he could only vaguely see Rong Zheng's paintings.

But from the outline, she realized that it was when she was in the park that day.

It was there that she figured out that life is not long or short, and truly accepted Rong Zheng.

"Please put down the drawings in your hands, the time for the competition has come. Please wait for our judges to come down and score them. ”

The host announced the end of the competition, and then the judges on the judges' bench each had a notebook and scored each painting separately.

They look at the paintings on the field, some nod in appreciation, some shake their heads in disappointment, and then score next to the code of each drawing.