Li Xiangwei ran back to her bedroom, buried her head under the pillow, and kept thinking of the girl's smile.

Her heart was sour, and tears soaked the quilt under her.

Why, when people don't take you to heart, why do you want people to give an explanation?

This world is not fair, you have no family affairs, and you are mediocre, and you are not as simple and beautiful as the girl just now, why do you want people to like you?

"Knock knock." Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Sister Weiwei? Can you open the door? ”

This voice is the girl who just arrived, and she came to find out what she was doing.

Although her heart was unhappy and full of doubts, Li Xiangwei still sorted out her unbearableness and went to open the door for her.

As soon as the door opened, I saw that the girl had changed into a pair of pajamas, the lilac nightdress was worn on her small figure to reveal fair skin, her delicate face was dimple and deep, and she was holding a painting in her hand and showing a sweet smile at her.

"Sister Weiwei, I heard Sister Li Lian say, this painting was painted by you, it looks good, can you help her give it to me as a meeting gift?"

"You went to the studio?" Li Xiangwei's brows were deeply locked, and she had an extremely unhappy feeling in her heart, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Why did she want to take her paintings, and what else did she do?

Although the painting in Nangong Yue'er's hand is not the one she is most satisfied with, it is the one she took the longest. It was only the first time they met, and she made such a request to her, what should she do?

Do you promise her to give it to her, or do you refuse it outright?

"Do you really, like it?" Li Xiangwei asked again.

In her heart, she is absolutely unwilling to give away the works she has worked so hard to give away, but her character is not the kind of person who is good at refusing. What's more, in such an embarrassing situation at the moment, whether to keep a distance from the Miss Nangong in front of her and have a complete showdown, or whether to have a good relationship, this is still a difficult problem for her to consider.

Nangong Yue'er's face has always been a sweet smile, giving people a harmless feeling, she holds her painting, her eyes are carefully attached to it, this girl seems to appreciate her painting very much, and she is even more close to worshipping.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Huangfu Moche likes her, even if their relationship is a rival, but she can't have a dislike for girls in her heart, and there is an inexplicable kindness. There is really a kind of innocence and beauty in the girl that people can't refuse.

Nangong Yue'er nodded her head in pieces, and carefully held the painting in her arms: "Sister Weiwei, I really like it, I will definitely take care of it."

"Okay, that's yours."

"Thank you, Sister Weiwei......" Nangong Yue'er smiled happily, and went back to her bedroom with the painting in her arms.

I thought that she was going to leave her own painting, so she wouldn't bother her for a while, but she didn't think that after less than five minutes, Li Xiangwei's bedroom door rang again, and a crisp voice came: "Sister Weiwei, Sister Weiwei?"

Li Xiangwei opened the door impatiently again, and the girl in front of the door had changed again, her skirt was dyed with paint, and her hands were dirty, like a little kid who had just finished making trouble.

"What? Do you have a crush on any of the paintings again? Li Xiangwei asked with some irritation, because it does take some intriguing minds to live peacefully with a rival in love.

"Sister Weiwei, you, you have to forgive me......" Nangong Yue'er looked at Li Xiangwei inside the door with blank eyes.

Forgive her? How do you want her to forgive her?

There is no wrong right or wrong between emotional matters and this, not to mention that she and Huangfu Moche are not married, and they are not protected by the law, so anyone can find a more suitable half for themselves.