For a moment, Fei Xiaoyao wanted to go to Yang Shaoyan.

But she thought about it and eventually gave up.

He had a girl he liked, and he probably mistook it for a robot, so he never paid attention to it.

In that case, why should she go again?

She put down this mind and threw herself into new research and development.

Until one day three months later, she heard the news that Yang Shaoyan had opened an art exhibition.

She actually didn't plan to go over to take a look, but Ms. Zhen's invitation was sent to the factory, she saw the invitation, and finally asked Fei Xiaogui: "Brother, do you think I should participate?" ”

Fei Xiaogui opened his mouth: "Don't ask me this question." ”

Fei Xiaoyao looked dazed: "Then who do I ask?" ”

Fei Xiaogui smiled: "Ask your heart." ”

Fei Xiaoyao was stunned.

It was only after half a ring that she finally understood something.

She smiled, "Go ahead, say your final goodbye." ”

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Yang Shaoyan's exhibition was held very close to their studio, in a small square with literary and artistic characteristics in the suburbs.

When Fei Xiaoyao arrived, there were a lot of people inside.

Yang Shaoyan is a very famous painter, and the Yang family is rich and powerful, and many of them are face-saving people, so the exhibition is very lively.

There were people coming and going, and after Fei Xiaoyao walked in, she swayed slowly.

Actually, she wanted to see if Yang Shaoyan was in good condition.

Besides, she made sure that Yang Shaoyan had a phobia of women and didn't dare to go out, so she would come over.

After such an entanglement, she still wants to know how his life is now.

Yang Shaoyan's paintings, like his people, have a bit of gentleness, just imagine, if it weren't for his fear of women, then he would definitely be the object of human competition.

Of course, Fei Xiaoyao herself is good enough, over the years, many people have come to the Fei family to ask for it, but unfortunately, Shen Yugui and Fei Nancheng are now at a point where they don't need their daughters to marry, and they all refuse, saying that everything depends on Fei Xiaoyao's own personal preferences.

As she was walking, she saw someone around her suddenly pointing at her.

Fei Xiaoyao was a little puzzled, what's wrong?

She looked around, looked down and checked what she was wearing, she got dressed and went out!

However, the fingering around has not decreased, but has become more and more.

Fei Xiaoyao lowered her head, and then shuttled through the crowd.

As she walked, she suddenly came to the area where she focused on today's paintings.

The area was far away, and the separation line was placed, as if someone had accidentally soiled the painting.

Fei Xiaoyao walked over slowly, and when she saw the painting, she finally understood why everyone was looking at her.

Because, on that picture, it's her.

She sat on the sofa, her eyes were misty, with sleepiness, a long red dress, highlighting her graceful figure, a calf exposed, slightly curled up on the sofa.

The girl's black hair spread all over the sofa, and her little face was full of loveless decadence, and she seemed impatient and wanted to fall asleep at once.

Fei Xiaoyao was stunned.

When she saw the painting, she saw the title of the painting: Obsession.

Obsession......

Fei Xiaoyao tightened her jaw.

She looked at the painting, her heart suddenly tightened, and these days, the emotions that had been strongly suppressed suddenly rebelled at this moment, sweeping her heart like a wave.