Chapter 42: Why Do You Hate Me So Much?
"Is that you?"
She was taken aback when she saw Ling Rui appear here.
Does what happened just now have anything to do with him?
"I'm waiting......" he tried to say that I was waiting for you, but was interrupted by her questioning.
"Did you do a prank?" She couldn't think of any other reason for him to be here at this time.
"What?" A smile that was about to rise at the corner of his mouth immediately froze, and his heart sank secretly.
"You're looking for someone to lure me away just to tear up the painting I've worked so hard to make? There's a limit to your pranks, too! It was an important work for my exhibition at the end of the month, and it took me two months and half a month just to get the inspiration. She already had a bad impression of him, and now she disliked him even more.
In order to complete this painting, she painted it repeatedly, and if she was not satisfied, she threw away the recomposition, and painted at least 50 more sheets to paint today's painting. The hard work he put in was ruined by a prank he played, and she was really unwilling.
He knew what she was talking about, and witnessed everything when he peeked at her from the tree. He didn't know Pei Qiong, he thought Pei Qiong was her classmate and went into the studio to get something, until he saw Pei Qiong tearing up the painting of Xingbao that he realized that Pei Qiong came prepared.
But it was too late to stop it, and it took Pei Qiong less than five minutes from entering the classroom to tearing up the painting and leaving.
After he reacted to what was going on, he immediately used his mobile phone to record the picture of Pei Qiong putting the picture folder away and leaving.
At least the first three seconds were recorded on Pei Qiong's front.
"Nothing to say, right?" She hated his calm expression even more, as if he was unmoved, and didn't want to say anything at all.
He had nothing to say, anxious about her IQ, and used not to explain.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He finally spoke, his voice cold.
In fact, she misunderstood him, wasn't it because she was prejudiced against him? When you hate someone, you will feel disgusted no matter what he does, and you will not be happy even if he has gone through all the trouble to pick a star for you.
"I should have asked you that, right?" She gave him an angry look, obviously because he hated her and deliberately ruined her painting.
If the painting is gone, he can't pay for it, and he can't let him paint an identical painting for her, then it won't be her work.
She couldn't think of a way to ask him to compensate for the time being, anyway, he owed her, and she would slowly get it back in the future.
It's too late tonight, she still has something to go out, and she doesn't have time to delay it any longer.
"Ling Yuxing, where are you going?" He walked after her, and she didn't seem to be going back to the dormitory, but in the opposite direction to the dormitory.
"I want you to take care of it. Ling Rui, I warn you, don't follow me anymore! She stopped, turned and pushed him.
He took out his phone and was about to open the video to prove his innocence, but before he could hand it out, she suddenly raised her feet and ran forward.
It's so late, where is she going?
This little girl always plays cards according to the rules.
In front of the dormitory building of the nursing home, it was already pitch black, except for the dimly lit street lights, and there was not a single pedestrian around.
The doctors and nurses on duty checked all the rooms and went back to the office to take a nap.
Ling Yuxing climbed up from the thick pipe on the wall in the dark, and finally climbed to the balcony of room 205, and his hand slipped and almost fell.
Ling Rui, who was hiding not far away, was so frightened that she was about to run forward to pick her up, but fortunately she grabbed the railing of the balcony in time.
This girl is really not afraid of heaven and earth, and even dares to climb the wall! His heart was almost out of his throat, but she didn't even make a sound of start.