The person in front of him suddenly slowed down and finally stopped. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I stopped suspiciously, looked at the back of his head and waited for a long time and didn't see him look back, that look seems to be a bit angry?

Chapter 84 Portrait

I took two steps forward to see his expression, not wanting him to turn around with a "snort".

I was stunned for a moment, remembering that he seemed to be the same way that day when he was angry in the kitchen, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Kuo, the eldest young master of the Jiang family, who is respected and feared among hundreds of businessmen in Jiangnan, is a rising star with a head and a face, a degree of advance and retreat, and a decisive killing, but in private he looks like a child who has not grown up, and he looks angry...... If you ignore his bad temper, he seems to be a really cute child.

I asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong with you?"

He stole a glance at my expression and didn't speak.

I restrained my smile and waited in place for a moment, and just as I was about to lose my patience, he finally spoke.

"They all gave me gifts. ”

I was stunned, not quite sure what he meant.

He didn't seem to intend for me to speak, so he said to himself, "I never told them, but I told you!"

He seemed a little unable to hold back, and looked back at me a little angry, a little sad, and a little questioning.

I looked at him for a while, and Jiang Kuo didn't seem to be so annoying today.

"The ......" I hesitated for a moment, my tongue knotted involuntarily, as if I had forgotten how to talk to him properly.

"Huh?"

"The ......"

"What are you going to say?" he looked at me quizzically.

"That...... You just told me yesterday that I didn't have time to prepare......"

"Then you make up for it!"

"Make it up?"

"Why, can't you?" the tone became a little dangerous.

Actually...... "I'm starting to regret it a little.

"Huh?"

"That...... I...... There's no way to give you such a valuable gift like they do...... I ......"

How do I feel a little nervous?

The originally tense lips were almost invisibly hooked, "You just care about it." ”

"Don't be perfunctory to me!" he added uneasily, "Do you hear that?"

Isn't that more complicated?

A thin figure behind me faintly appeared in the field of vision, and when I saw it, I quickly beckoned to her, "Xiaoqiu, come here!"

"Girl?" Xiaoqiu walked towards me in surprise, and when she saw Jiang Kuo standing on the side, her little face immediately became panicked.

I smiled comfortingly at her, reached out and took the scroll in his hand and handed it to Jiang Kuo.

"What is this?" Jiang Kuo looked at him strangely, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the things I took from a subordinate and handed it to him, and hesitated to accept it.

"No?" I said, gesturing to take it back, but he had already snatched the thing in his hand.

"That's what the girl stayed up late to draw for you. Xiaoqiu was a little unwilling to speak for me, I smiled at her and motioned for her to go back.

As soon as he opened the painting, he froze.

As if he couldn't get enough of the painting, he took the scroll closer to the lights on the side of the road and looked at it carefully.

I stood quietly aside, looking at him with a slightly red face and a very excited look, and I couldn't figure out for a moment whether he liked it or not.

He finally looked up from the painting, and his face was overflowing with ecstasy, "You painted it? Did you really paint it? When did you paint it? Did you really stay up all night to paint it?"

I was stunned and amused by his exaggerated expression.

He suddenly stepped forward to hug me, but his hand reached halfway, and then retracted and carefully and eagerly put away the scroll, for fear that it would crumple by accident.

"I'm going to hang him in the study, and ......," he said as he stopped and looked at me, his face reddening even more.

"When did you draw it?"

Before I could answer him, the next question followed, "Why didn't you give it to me just now?"

"You...... Don't you think this painting is shabby in comparison?"

"Nonsense!" he suddenly hugged me, his tone full of joy, "This is my favorite birthday gift!" Yu'er, I thought you wouldn't take it to heart at all, I thought you wouldn't give me anything at all......

The joy was not like a pretense, but it made me a little confused, and I asked tentatively, "That...... Is it because I painted you handsome?"

He paused for a moment, and looked at me angrily, "Nonsense, am I not as handsome as the person in the painting?"

"That ......" I hurriedly pressed his hand, "Actually, I also think ......" The expressionless Jiang Kuo on the screen when he first met is indeed not as good as he is now...... Ahem...... I said the wrong thing.

"Really?" Jiang Kuo really stopped flipping through the paintings, and looked at me with bright eyes, "Yu'er, do you really think I'm handsome?"

I looked down and smiled awkwardly, my cheeks crimson, really, how I was talking nonsense.

"Yu'er," he apparently acquiesced, holding my shoulder excitedly, "then I'll ...... with him."

I blinked unconsciously, the smile on my face faded, he obviously realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and let go of me in some frustration, "...... I'm sorry. ”

I looked up at his expression that instantly changed from fiery to lonely, and half of my heart disappeared because of the stiffness of being mentioned as a sad matter, and I felt a little sorry for the sensitivity of the person in front of me.

The last time he mentioned the blog post when I wiped his face, I changed my face, so this time he carefully remembered it, and he probably felt that he would never be able to compare to the blog post in my heart, right?

It's like...... His dedication to the deceased woman is beyond the reach of any woman, not even my stand-in, right?

The stiffness revealed in that tone showed that Jiang Kuo, who was so proud, was not used to saying three words, but he was because of the person in his heart......

It turns out that no matter how proud we are, we will throw away our armor and worship because of the person we care about in our hearts.

As a stand-in like this, I can only look for a stand-in, who is more pitiful?

"Yu'er?" he called to me tentatively.

"It's okay," I came back to my senses and smiled at him, "you're good-looking. ”

"Really?" he looked into my eyes in disbelief, "Really, ......" said this, pausing with some hesitation to observe my expression.

I laughed, "You're already better looking than him." ”

Without saying a word, he pulled me over and kissed me hard.

It wasn't until he let go of me that something strange happened to me.

Why didn't I push him away?

It wasn't the first time he kissed me, and every time it caught people off guard. But I seldom panicked, I just silently, without refusing or pandering, almost accustomed to and even acquiesced to his actions.

Could it be that subconsciously, I really think of myself as his woman?

What a scary thought......