Chapter Eighty-Seven: Find Her
I don't know why Fang Zhihe suddenly remembered the painting painted by Lin Rong, so he opened the drawer and took out the paintings, and then looked at them blankly, and his eyes turned red when he looked at it.
He remembered that Fang Jinnan said at that time that Lin Rong's inner world was a beautiful landscape painting, with flowers and grass, and trees full of flowers, and she was very eager for freedom and longing for the distance.
Yes, Lin Rongrong longs for freedom, and now she must have gone to a place she likes, where she paints and sketches......
Fang Zhihe thought as he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and put it on the table, then took off his watch, grabbed the car key and walked out of the office door, he wanted to calm himself down, and then find a way to continue looking for Lin Rongfu.
In such a competitive city as Linjiang, Lin Rongfu couldn't survive at all, if she hadn't been taken in by others, she would definitely be the same as before, doing rough work, picking up food, thinking of this in front of his eyes and seeing Lin Rongrong for the first time, he pulled back his thoughts with difficulty, and then turned the car to Fuping Road, he has always liked the name of this street, Heal! Heal all wounds.
I don't know why there are many storefronts on the glass doors of Fuping Road are posted with sublease advertisements, even the "revisit flower shop" has also been transferred, I remember that one year Han Ying's birthday, he went here to buy flowers, the store is about more than 50 square meters, there are all kinds of green plants, flowers, there is a wooden staircase on one side of the floor-to-ceiling window, there is an attic on it, the attic periphery is surrounded by a wrought iron railing, the store ingeniously hangs a circle of hanging spider plants on it, very good-looking.
Now it seems to be a painting studio, and although the inside of the studio is colorful, it is not as vibrant as it used to be.
Suddenly, a touch of green fell into his eyes, Lin Fufu?!
It's a forest fluffy!
Yes, that's right, it's Furry!
He quickly stepped on the brakes, pulled over, and ran to the studio, and with a sharp push of his big hand, the glass door was pushed open, and the room was full of painting materials, as well as various ornaments and easels. In a corner, a petite figure is holding an oil painting with his hands against the wall, and a man behind her is nailing nails against her back, the picture is unusually intimate.
"Lin Rong!" he said almost loudly, with anger, sourness and surprise in his tone.
The figure turned its head sharply to look at him, his eyes a little erratic.
"Don't move yet, it's almost fine!" Xie Yi behind him said softly, in fact, he knew that sooner or later there would be such a day, and she would be pulled away from here, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.
Lin Rongrong turned his head again, held the painting again, and waited until Xie Yi said "Okay" before letting go of his hand.
Xie Yi clapped his hands, looked at the works on the wall and smiled with satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Fang Zhihe.
"Boss Fang, don't you Dongsheng not accept small orders like us?
Although Xie Yi said with a smile, there was a strong * flavor in his tone, he knew the person in front of him, Fang Zhihe, the general manager of Dongsheng Group, was the son of his godmother Cheng Yuhua.
"I don't have time to pay attention to you!" After Fang Zhihe finished speaking, he grabbed Lin Rong's arm and walked out, but Lin Rongrong struggled to break free, and he almost let go a few times.