Zhan Shaoyin accompanied Song Huayi back from the bathroom and sat back in his position, Song Jinghua asked her, "Do you know this painter?" ”

Song Huayi stretched out his hand and pointed behind him: "Just sit there and wear a white suit, he came to our school to give a lecture." ”

Song Jinghua nodded thoughtfully, and put his eyes back on the stage, but he was no longer interested in other lots, as if he was still thinking about the girl on the painting.

As the auction came to an end, people went to the restaurant on the second floor to chat and eat.

Because of Su Xiang's existence, Zhan Shaoyin has always followed Song Huayi inch by inch.

But tonight, Su Xiang can't cope with the insiders, even if Zhan Shaoyin is not guarding Song Huayi, he probably won't be able to pull away.

"Yin."

Hearing this voice, Song Huayi didn't look back and guessed who it was, and the intimate salutation made her roll her eyes secretly.

In the next second, Meng Qianjun walked to their table: "Xiao Zhou, they are also here, do you want to go over and chat together?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin lowered her eyes and glanced at Song Huayi, she lowered her head and ate the small pastries on the plate with a spoon, looking indifferent, she didn't even look at him and Meng Qianjun, but he knew that she must be listening to their conversation with her ears pricked up at the moment.

Zhan Shaoyin pointed at Song Huayi with his chin, and refused with a chuckle: "No, I have to guard here, otherwise she will eat indiscriminately." ”

And this Xiao Zhou in Meng Qianjun's mouth, he didn't have much impression at all.

I just vaguely remember that it seems to be Qian Chiye's classmate.

Meng Qianjun looked at Song Huayi and chuckled and said, "Yin, you are too worried, Xiaoyi is not a child anymore, why do you need to keep an eye on it all the time."

Or let Xiaoyi go with us. ”

Zhan Shaoyin still refused: "She recognizes life." ”

Song Huayi secretly thought in her heart, her biggest role now is estimated to be to use Zhan Shaoyin as a shield.

Before they got married, Zhan Shaoyin attended such an event, and it was inevitable that a celebrity lady would come over to talk to him, and after they got married, those people also had self-knowledge.

Of course, there are a few shameless people like Meng Qianjun, who are married and have husbands, but they still want to disturb other people's marriages openly and secretly.

But fortunately, Zhan Shaoyin didn't have any feelings for Meng Qianjun, and in the face of Meng Qianjun's entanglement as "Mrs. Qian", he naturally used Song Huayi as an excuse to refuse.

Meng Qianjun chatted a few words, and when she saw that Zhan Shaoyin was lukewarm, she turned around and walked away.

Zhan Shaoyin is too lazy to deal with those social relationships now, so it's quite interesting to sit opposite Song Huayi and watch her eat.

Song Jinghua found the author of the painting after the end of the show, An Wenwei.

When he passed, An Wenwei was standing in the crowd and receiving congratulations from everyone.

Although all the money from the auction of the painting belonged to charity, the sale for four million undoubtedly raised An Wenwei's status in the circle to another level.

"Mr. An, is it convenient to have a conversation?"

The people around An Wenwei saw that the person who came was the owner of today's painting, and after saying a few polite words, they walked away.

An Wenwei wore a pair of glasses with metal frames, with a mullet head, looking elegant and not lacking in fashion, his eyes first looked at Song Jinghua, and smiled: "Song Sanshao, I have admired my name for a long time." ”

Song Jinghua didn't have too much politeness, and asked straight to the point: "I came here to ask Mr. An, who is the model of Mr. An's painting?" ”

An Wenwei was silent for two seconds, as if he was thinking about something, and then he smiled and said: "It is the scene I saw when I traveled, it is just a source of inspiration, and the characters in the painting are my imagination out of thin air." ”

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sp; Hearing An Wenwei's answer, Song Jinghua's eyes flashed with a touch of loss, and then An Wenwei asked: "Could it be that the person in the painting is similar to a certain old person of Song Sanshao?" ”

Song Jinghua didn't explain much, "I'm just curious." ”

Finally, he turned and walked away.

The hope that was ignited was once again dashed, and my heart was slightly cold.

The girl's appearance in his memory was vague, but he knew that the girl must exist.

Because the feeling of that night was clear, and the bright red on the sheets the next morning told him that it had all happened.

It's just that she left in such a hurry that he couldn't even see her clearly.

And after that, she was like evaporating from the world, no matter how he searched, there was no clue.

He also thought that the painting would be a turning point.

"Hiccup-" Song Huayi burped, ate and drank enough, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then took out a small mirror from his bag and began to touch up lipstick and lipstick.

Zhan Shaoyin's gaze was as if he was not far away, shaking the red wine glass in his hand carelessly, his slender and bony hand pinched the high cup, handed the cup to his mouth, and raised his head slightly to take a sip.

At the end, he subconsciously licked the wine in his mouth.

Song Huayi looked at his slightly dry lips, then raised the lipstick in his hand and asked him, "Do you want some?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin glanced at her, and in the blink of an eye, his gaze fell elsewhere, as if he was too lazy to take care of her.

Song Huayi hurriedly said: "This is lipstick, not lipstick, no color." ”

He still didn't speak, he didn't even look at her.

Song Huayi snorted lightly, put away the lipstick and put it in his bag, and took out the lipstick to make up the color.

When he was carefully depicting, a force suddenly hit Song Huayi's elbow, and the lipstick overflowed his lips uncontrollably, drawing a long red strip on his face, which looked a little funny.

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

A girl in a white bandeau dress turned around and said apologetically to Song Huayi.

Although Song Huayi frowned and was dissatisfied, she didn't mean it, and she immediately apologized, but before she opened her mouth and said "It's okay", she heard the woman's surprised tone a little deliberate: "It's a small idea, it's such a coincidence." ”

Song Huayi looked at her stunned, obviously unfamiliar with her and had no impression.

"Don't you remember me?"

The woman smiled and said, "My name is Ding Liyuan, we are from a high school school, I am in the class next to you, at that time, many boys in our class liked you, and they also encouraged me to help them deliver love letters." ”

Zhan Shaoyin didn't care about it at first, but as soon as he heard this, he looked at Song Huayi expressionlessly.

Hearing the girl say this, Song Huayi had a little impression of her, but she didn't have a good impression of this girl at that time, I heard that she was the kind of girl who called her brother and sister to other people's boyfriends on the surface and used tricks behind her back.

"Su Xiang heard that he was transferred to your school?

I'm in the same company as him now, and I'm his little sister. ”

Ding Liyuan introduced herself excitedly, and Song Huayi just smiled dryly and nodded.

As soon as she heard that she had a relationship with Su Xiang, Song Huayi became even more resistant in her heart.

At this time, he just raised his head to meet Su Xiang's gaze, and he did not shy away from raising the red wine glass in his hand to her.

The woman standing beside Su Xiang at this time was Meng Qianjun.

Song Huayi glanced at the girl in front of him, and suddenly there was only one thought in his heart: they were in a group.