A touch of sourness crossed Li Xiangwei's heart, and her faint sad eyes fell on the painting again.

How do you want her to answer? She has carefully collected one of these paintings for ten years, and has seen it countless times, as long as she sees it, three words immediately appear in her heart: "Brother Xuan".

"I think it's just that the painter didn't finish it."

Sun Zixuan smiled lightly and looked at her with soft eyes: "Why do you feel this way?" ”

"Obviously, the position of the reed flower is not in the middle of the paper, but near the bottom, and there is obviously a brush next to it that wants to draw a bunch." It's just that the trace is very shallow, and if you don't look closely, you will think that it is a part of the reed flower.

"If it's a semi-finished product, why would the painter put it with the finished product? Isn't that abrupt in comparison? ”

There is no painter's signature on it, so Sun Zixuan doesn't know that she actually knows that he is a painter.

Li Xiangwei took a soft breath and replied to him.

"Perhaps, that reed flower was painted by the painter a long time ago, and when I want to put it down again, I can't bear to destroy the original painting......"

Hearing her answer, Sun Zixuan's brows frowned slightly, and a treacherous light appeared in his eyes: "Weiwei, has your sister told you the story of me and her?" ”

Just by saying these few words, he could be sure that she knew absolutely what was going on, and she looked at the painting with all her eyes

"With deep feelings.

"Nope."

She figured it out, Brother Xuan was just in her memory, but in real life, he and Li Wenqiang were engaged and would get married soon.

In that case, how could she jump out and disturb them?

Suddenly, a voice interjected from afar, and when she turned her head to look, the emperor Mo Che was walking towards her with a pile of paintings in his hand.

"Li Xiangwei, it's time for afternoon tea."

"Why are you here?" Li Xiangwei's heart tightened and asked in surprise.

Is it really good to have these paintings ...... just clipped under your armpits?

Huangfu Moche unceremoniously separated Li Xiangwei and Sun Zixuan, and directly separated the two people by one meter with a direct flick of the painting.

"Not ready to eat? Or did you decide to date him? There was a faint anger in the words of the Emperor Murcher,

Li Xiangwei saw his gloomy expression, and panicked inexplicably: "No." ”

When did she promise him to go to afternoon tea, and suddenly appeared and said so......

"Brother-in-law, let's go first."

After speaking, Li Xiangwei took Huangfu Moche's hand and prepared to leave, but he didn't move, and she couldn't pull his body at all.

Huangfu Moche pulled Li Xiangwei into his arms with a tug, he held the painting in one hand, Li Xiangwei in the other, and his eagle eyes were straight at Sun Zixuan, domineering: "In the future, you are not allowed to take the initiative to approach her, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" ”

Sun Zixuan disagreed, and glanced at Li Xiangwei in his arms lightly: "It's not your thing, no matter how hard you force others, you may not be willing." ”

"It's not something you should worry about." Huangfu Mo's eyes exuded a fierce aura, and it seemed that he would step forward and punch Sun Zixuan in the next second.

"Archer? Shall we go for afternoon tea? I heard from my classmates that there is a particularly delicious restaurant nearby, can you take me there? Seeing the situation, Li Xiangwei gently tugged at the corner of Huangfu Moche's suit and said sweetly.

Archer?

Huangfu Moche's heart immediately softened, and the murderous aura on his face disappeared in an instant.

It was the first time the little woman had called him that......

"Okay, I'll take you."