"Eh, wait, look at this ......"

The servant showed the torn tail of the necklace,

"You see, the chains here are all broken, it shouldn't have been thrown here by Miss Song.

And if Miss Song really didn't want it, how could she throw it in our trash can, she must have accidentally broken it with a chain, and it just fell into the trash can! Take it first, and it's not too late to return it to her when you see Miss Song. ”

***

Song Jin stood outside the door, smiling, and politely raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

Sure enough, no one kindly came to open the door for her, and she didn't knock anymore, and just opened the door and went in with a blank face.

As soon as he entered, he met the vigilant gaze of Zhu Suiyu, who was sitting up from the sand.

He seems to have slept on the sand all night last night, his body is still covered with a quilt, his head is messy, and there is a bed in the studio, but there is only one bed, which is Zhu Suiyun's.

Song Jin looked at his vicious eyes as if he would pull out a knife in the next second, in order to have a good day, she felt the need to explain, so she said with a straight face: "Big brother, I really just came to observe the painting today." ”

Zhu Suiyu only has the word hehe, who is not smiling.

Zhu Suiyun got up very early, and he would sit in front of the drawing board, his eyelashes slightly drooping, his face was quiet and fair, and he had the temperament of an artist.

"What do you want to draw?"

Zhu Suiyun's voice was very faint, his eyes were still staring at the snow-white drawing board, and he didn't turn his head back to ask.

Song Jin carried the bag and came over and said, "Didn't I say it yesterday, whatever, I can paint whatever you want." ”

Anyway, as long as it comes from Zhu Suiyun's hand, just by putting his name, it can be sold outside, let alone thousands of dollars.

Song Jin once saw auction houses auctioning his works.

There are only three simple lines on it, Song Jin once suspected that this was the paper used to make drafts when Zhu Suiyun was sleepy, ah no, the paper used to make drafts may have more ink than his painting, but such simple three lines were sold for nearly 100 million sky-high prices, and many artists fought for their heads.

It's not too easy to make money.

Before she got close to him, Zhu Suiyun, who lowered her head slightly and was thinking, suddenly raised her eyes and stared at her as if she was suddenly startled by something.

Qingjun's face, which had always been indifferent and calm, was a little dazed, but more confused, his brows were slightly twisted, and his gaze was as deep as a depth.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jin saw that his face was wrong, and subconsciously looked at his red skirt, "Are you allergic to red?" ”

Zhu Suiyun looked at her, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, as if he couldn't say anything, and finally curled up his fingers, and didn't know what emotions were mixed with his dark eyes, he only pursed his lips and said, "No, you stay away from me." ”

"...... "Oh, it turned out to be allergic to her.

Song Jin's face was expressionless, and he even wanted to say a heheda.

In order to have a good start today, Song Jin endured it, and turned his head to see that Fang Cai was still staring at her closely, afraid that she would have some obscene little movements, Zhu Suiyu, who didn't know when, fell asleep again, and was silently speechless.

At the same time took a few steps back and stood behind him.

After a long time, seeing that Zhu Suiyun was still just lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking, his expression seemed to be a little heavy, and his slightly frowning brows never relaxed.

She also thought that he didn't know what to paint and made a mistake, after all, artists have pursuits, and if they were not inspired, they would never do anything to deal with things so-so, and she could understand this kind of thing.

So, she didn't embarrass him, and just said, "Well, if you really don't know what to draw, draw me a Peppa Pig, I like that." ”

Artist Zhu Suiyun was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at her: "??? What's complete? ”