"Hello. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The deliberately suppressed voice sounded a little androgynous, and Chen Hao set the call sound to a synthesized tone for the insurance period, so the other party didn't hear anything unusual when he answered the phone.

"Where?"

The other party also seemed to deliberately change his voice, and the content was concise and to the point, sounding a little distorted on the phone.

"So-and-so Hotel, No. 308, eleven o'clock. ”

Xiaotu hooked the corners of his lips, this time is really a coincidence, just a little more plane, after the transaction is completed, the time to go directly to the airport is just right.

So she answered softly, seeing that the time was almost up, and then Chen Hao, who boasted of being a master of art and boldness, went to the place designated by the other party with women's clothes.

A transaction was carried out quietly, but the person who came to inspect the goods was actually the owner of the inn, which made Xiaotu a little surprised, and there was no other surprise, and after quietly touching the proprietress with a trace of spiritual power, she happily took the money and left.

Hawkers, use mental power to locate it first, and you may be able to use it when you can.

- Anyway, this trafficker group is also one of the murderers who killed Zhang Fan, even if he can't just take it off and catch some small fish first.

After returning to school, Xiaotu first went to the studio where she put her paintings to find Mr. Zhang, the owner of the studio.

Mr. Zhang expressed his great appreciation for her presence—especially when a painting she had placed with him before she left was accidentally taken by a young master in the capital.

Xiao Tu blinked, not at all surprised by Mr. Zhang's enthusiasm.

"Oh, Xiaofan, you're here. ”

Zhang Fan smiled shyly and well-behaved: "I went on a trip with my classmates before, didn't I just come back, by the way, I also brought some souvenirs, and Mr. Zhang also tasted them." ”

She tucked the shredded hair around her ear and looked a little embarrassed: "It's not the same thing as before, but I think it's good to taste it." ”

Mr. Zhang is very useful for her gift, no matter how expensive the things she sends, at least the hearts that people want to send are there.

He couldn't help but raise his eyes to look Xiaotu up and down, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly and laugh.

He knew that this girl was willing to put the painting with him because she had no money, and not to mention that with her beautiful words, she would definitely become famous in time, and he knew that it was not a simple one by virtue of her style of life.

――Mr. Zhang sometimes even suspects that this girl is not the eldest lady of the above family, who came here incognito to experience the people's feelings.

Otherwise, how can she explain her noble temperament and words and deeds.

However, after getting acquainted with it, Mr. Zhang was sure that the other party's family was really the same as she said, and even the patriarchal family was not very good for this girl.

Regarding such a fact, Mr. Zhang can only say that it turns out that there are really people who are born with such momentum, and it is conceivable that such people must be born to walk in places that others cannot reach.

He shook his head and smiled, then said the truth that had excited him for the past few days.

"It's a coincidence to say.,Yesterday a son came.,Come in and see your painting.,This happens to have something to do with the capital over there.,I took a photo and sent it over.,Hey.,The one on the other side is also vigorous.,I like it.,Flew over from there right now.,To meet with this author.。 ”

Mr. Zhang smiled, and his face unconsciously brought out a little apprehension: "You weren't there yesterday, and that noble man didn't give up, and said that when you come back, you must see you, you see ......."

Xiao Tu's eyes couldn't help but widen a little, feeling the breath that had been getting closer and closer since he got off the plane, and his heart was really happy, and with this effort, the glass door of the studio was pushed open.

The two of them who were talking in front of Xiao Tu's painting looked back at the door at the same time.

Mr. Zhang showed a rather flattering smile on his face, but Xiaotu's eyes couldn't help but bend.

The first was a young man in his twenties, wearing a suitable black trench coat that looked extremely slender, with handsome eyebrows, and a pair of dark pupils as bright and majestic as stars.

The young man was followed by a young man with a baby face who looked slightly smaller, and at this moment, he saw that the cousin who had always been cold and hard in front of him suddenly showed a smile that could not be counted, and his eyes were about to be stared out at the moment.

As soon as Xiao Tu saw the young man, he couldn't help but stick to him and couldn't leave, and his eyes showed an extremely happy look, making her slightly bland facial features even more dazzling.

The two were looking at each other as if no one was around, and Mr. Zhang's laughter suddenly sounded: "Mr. He, Mr. Xiao, you are here, please come inside." ”

The young man known as Mr. He couldn't help frowning, glanced at Mr. Zhang with some disgust, and then followed him into the living room without saying a word.

Several people sat down, and Mr. Zhang introduced their identities to each other with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Fan, this is Mr. He from the capital, and this is the eldest son of the Xiao family. ”

Xiao Tu tilted his head slightly, quietly winked at Mr. He, and after receiving a tolerant and doting look from the other party, he greeted him very obediently: "Hello Mr. He, hello Xiao Gongzi." ”

Mr. He nodded slightly in response, but Xiao Gongzi kept looking at Xiaotu with a strange gaze.

Xiao Fan is the author of that painting. ”

Mr. Zhang introduced his voice and asked Xiaotu with a little urgency: "Xiaofan, what is the name of your painting?" Mr. He asked when he came yesterday, but you didn't say it at the time, and I can't name it without permission. ”

- Actually, he wanted to name it without permission, but the name he was thinking about yesterday was severely reprimanded by Mr. Ho.

But there is no need to let Xiao Fan know about this matter.

Mr. Zhang was thinking in his heart about how to connect with the above through this matter.

Now it is obvious that this Mr. He admires Xiao Fan very much, although his purpose is not pure, but for now, he can be regarded as a grace to Zhang Fan.

Seeing that she is also affectionate, presumably if she is developed, she will not forget her kindness.

Mr. Zhang thought like this, and the smile on his face became more and more sincere.

Xiao Tu knew his thoughts clearly, but there was nothing to be angry about, after all, Zhang Jing was in trouble at that time, and thanks to Mr. Zhang's help, she didn't starve to death - although Xiao Tu would have thought of other ways even without him, but it was true that the grace of knowing was there.

Therefore, she did not show disgust, only tilted her head and looked at Mr. He with a smile, and said, "The name of this painting is called Promise." ”