If it weren't for his own words that angered Zhou Ling, this incident would not have happened in the future.

The words of apology have been brewing in my heart several times, and several times I want to break through my throat and want to say it to her.

But thinking of the possible consequences that Zhou Ling might face after such a reckless impulse, Rong Zheng pursed his lips and gave up.

Neither of them spoke, and neither of them would bow their heads first.

Cheering on each other, they arrived at the hotel in a strange atmosphere.

Rong Zheng put Zhou Ling on the bed and pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed so that she could use it.

As for the crash, Rong Zheng had already called the police when he was in the hospital just now.

There is no news yet, but I'm afraid I'll be coming to the door soon to ask for clues.

After settling Zhou Ling, Rong Zheng remembered the task given to him by Mr. Liu, and when he saw that the side was empty, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

These things were left there, and they were forgotten when they happened suddenly.

Rong Zheng, who wanted to buy another copy, thought about it, and the police might come later, Zhou Ling, an injured woman, was here, so he could only give up such an idea.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, two policemen came to the door.

After routinely inquiring about the situation at the time and Zhou Ling's injuries, he went back to the police station.

After that, the two of them didn't need to worry about these things. I just hope that the police will catch the hit-and-run soon.

Rong Zheng held his breath in his heart, and he couldn't wait to catch that person and beat him hard.

It's just that he can't vent half a point now, so his heart is also a little anxious.

Zhou Ling's destruction of the painting did not know the follow-up, Rong Zheng always felt uneasy, so he decided to go to the door in person.

The store was still open, the shopkeeper was sitting at the counter, and the lipstick painting had been taken back.

I don't know if I was frightened by Zhou Ling's trouble, as soon as a guest came in the store at this moment, the owner glanced at Rong Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if he called the police or not, Rong Zheng has no bottom in his heart.

He walked straight up to the store and made it clear what he meant.

As soon as the shopkeeper heard that this person had a connection with the person who drew the painting in the morning, his face turned black at the moment, and he wanted to catch Rong Zheng red-handed and send him to the police station.

"I'm so sorry that my girlfriend did such an impulsive thing, but please understand. ”

Rong Zheng's posture was very low, and the etiquette was thoughtful.

"You say it lightly, do you know how much that painting costs? I tell you, either lose money or call the police!"

The reason why the police have not been called is because that place happened to be the blind spot of the camera, and only the corner of the woman's clothes was photographed.

Now that Rong Zheng has sent him forward, where does he still have the reason to let people go?

"I don't know what the impact it would have if someone knew that you were selling paintings from unknown sources. ”

Rong Zheng's eyes were slightly cold, and he was no longer polite.

Who is this painting, Mr. Yan and Mr. Liu can prove it. And he still has the manuscript there, and it is a fact that Feng Aishan secretly painted.

"What kind of fart are you fart! This painting was painted by Master Feng, are you saying that he stole the painting?"

Rong Zheng was not flustered, and selected a photo from the album on his mobile phone and handed it to the store.

It was the photo of Rong Zheng when he painted this painting.

"If you don't believe me, I accidentally scratched the back of that paper. And both Mr. Liu and Mr. Yan can testify to me that this painting is mine. ”

In order to be more convincing, Rong Zheng also showed the store the phone numbers of Yan Yishan and Mr. Liu.

Being able to sell Feng Aishan's paintings must be related to the painting circle.

So as soon as I heard the names of Mr. Liu and Yan Yishan, the store had already believed it.

Coupled with Rong Zheng's sworn and calm appearance, the store believes that this painting was painted by Rong Zheng.

If you let people know that they are stolen from the sale in your store, not only will your reputation be lost, but you will also have to suffer a lawsuit.

The shopkeeper is also a sleek person, and he showed his attitude right away.

He let Zhou Ling go, and also hoped that Rong Zheng could keep a secret for him and not poke it out.

Naturally, he didn't know in his heart that he had scolded Feng Aishan a few times!

I thought he was a little famous, but I didn't expect to do such a shameless thing.

"The painting has been destroyed, and it's not appropriate to leave it in the shop, so you might as well return it to me, I just don't know about it. ”

As for how the store wants to tell Feng Aishan, it's not his business.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, he originally wanted to ask Feng Aishan for an explanation for this painting, maybe he could get something to compensate me.

Rong Zheng's face sank, and his temper also came up, "Is there a problem with me getting my painting back?"

"Absolutely. ”

The shopkeeper was afraid that Rong Zheng would have a seizure, and he had to say that this young man looked feminine and thin, and his black face was so terrifying.

Which is more important has been measured for a long time.

The shopkeeper neatly handed the painting to Rong Zheng, and then politely sent Rong Zheng away.

After taking back the painting and solving the crisis, Rong Zheng's brows relaxed, and a big stone in his heart also landed.

He has no bottom in his heart, if it were not for the fame of Mr. Liu and Mr. Yan, I am afraid that the store would not believe him.

Fortunately...... In this case, Zhou Ling will have nothing to do.

On the way back, I bought another painting tool and returned to the hotel with the painting.

Downstairs in the hotel, Rong Zheng ruthlessly destroyed the culprit's painting and threw it into the trash.

It was this painting that almost put Zhou Ling in the cell and caused so many troubles. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he was afraid that he would have to smash the painting to pieces.

Restrained his expression, ordered a dinner at the hotel front desk and asked them to bring it, and then returned to the room with his tools.

In the room, Zhou Ling leaned on the bed and watched the TV series quietly, and when he saw Rong Zheng coming, he only raised his eyelids, and still didn't say a word.

Rong Zheng lowered his eyes, walked to the window with an expressionless face and began to paint.

No one could see the gloom in his eyes, since Zhou Ling didn't want to see him, then he tried his best to shorten his sense of existence and not let Zhou Ling bother.

didn't say a word about him going to the studio to help Zhou Ling solve a big trouble.

Anyway, this matter can't threaten Zhou Ling, Rong Zheng doesn't feel the need to say it, plus the two are now in a cold war, he doesn't know how to speak.

Seeing him like this, although Zhou Ling was calm on the surface, he was already mad in his heart.

She's like this, won't he even say an apology?

Do you want her, a person who almost died, to apologize to him, saying that she was wrong and shouldn't have done that?

Zhou Ling's arrogance made her refuse to bow her head, but she was ignored by Rong Zheng in her heart.

I don't know if it's intentional, Zhou Ling put the sound of the TV very loud, and often glanced at Rong Zheng out of the corner of his eye.

But I saw that he was already immersed in painting, and he was not affected at all, and his face turned even bluer.