A thin layer of moonlight leaked through the clouds and spread a thin layer on the ground.

Song Cheng stepped on the moonlight, walked through the street, and arrived at the commercial block on the side of Princess Sissi.

He stopped, looking at the restaurant with the lights on not far away, and the shadow below him was the same as the feeling that others were exuding at the moment, lonely.

His eyes were cold, and he didn't match the temperature of the night. In his eyes, there is only that Western restaurant left in the world.

It was not yet nine o'clock, and it was still lively, so many pedestrians passed by him.

Song Cheng saw Yuan Jin coming out of the restaurant, and then he walked towards the restaurant.

Princess Sissi only opened a glass door, and on the lintel was Princess Sissi's English words, Song Cheng stood at the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

After two minutes, he finally stepped into the dining room.

The dim orange light in the restaurant did not warm the lonely restaurant.

Song Cheng walked back and forth in the restaurant, his shiny leather shoes walking on the polished floor, but he didn't make an obvious sound.

After a long time, Song Cheng finally raised his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes flashed with determination.

He walked down the hallway, where the black and white of the afternoon had now been replaced by vivid colors, monochrome images replaced by more vivid and vivid images and atmospheres.

Song Cheng looked at the graffiti that had been completed, and then looked at the other wall that the girl was depicting in detail.

This wall is the second painting, which is now in the final stages.

It seems that everyone underestimates her ability, she not only has a solid hand-painting foundation, but also has amazing speed, and the restoration of the picture is extremely high.

With such basic painting skills, even if you can't become a master in the future, over time, as long as you study carefully, you will achieve a lot of achievements.

Song Cheng once contacted several art dealers in Ferry, but those were only using the painters to make profits, and they had nothing to do with art.

Therefore, Liu Qianzhou was the first person he had come into contact with to paint, and he held a pen in front of him to paint in person.

Song Cheng raised his head and looked at the little girl who stood on the ladder and threw herself into it, she was not tall, her body was thin, she felt warm and slow, and she spoke unhurriedly, neither humble nor arrogant.

When she came to the door to ask for a return, he did feel extremely nauseous.

But afterwards, she would subconsciously find a reason for her, thinking that maybe she was in trouble.

Fortunately, the reality did not disappoint him, and he was willing to believe that she was a little white flower who had not been polluted by the world.

"Xiaojie, help me take down the ochre-colored, the jar next to the red number three."

Liu Qianzhou's voice suddenly floated down from above, like a piece of feather, gently falling on people's hearts, unintentionally tickling people's hearts.

Song Cheng's eyes darkened, and he looked at her for a few seconds, then turned to the cart full of materials.

He quickly glanced at the car, red three, next to the earth-colored paint jar with the word "ochre" written on it, he reached out to pick it up, turned around and handed it to her.

"Give."

"Thank you."

Her face turned to him at the same time as she thanked him, her eyes collided with him at this moment, and she was unexpectedly bright, and her heart seemed to be empty, and she was stunned for a moment before speaking.

"Well, can you unscrew the lid for me?" Liu Qianzhou asked.

Song Cheng silently complied, and then held the paint jar to her.

Liu Qianzhou picked a stroke in the jar with a brush, and then crushed it on the palette in his left hand while turning his head to look at him.

"Thanks, that's it."

Song Cheng was slightly stunned for a moment: "Okay?" ”

"Hmm." Liu Qianzhou responded gently, her ears were inexplicably hot, and she looked at him after a few seconds: "As long as you have a little complementary color, you can put it back." ”

Song Cheng nodded, and then screwed the lid and put it back on the cart.

Liu Qianzhou used the brush to adjust the color a few times, holding the pen, but unable to concentrate.

She stood motionless on the ladder, her hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, Song Cheng couldn't guess what she was thinking, but waited patiently.

Liu Qianzhou suddenly took a deep breath, buckled the brush on the palette, held the brush and palette in one hand, and turned to Song Cheng head-on.

"Boss Song, do you have something wrong?"

She doesn't believe that people like Song Cheng will have the leisure to hang out, at this point, shouldn't they deal with all kinds of bosses, celebrities, and politicians in entertainment occasions?

To be honest, she was a little scared to see Song Cheng, after all, her family asked him for 200,000.

Originally, two people who were not in the same world met again inexplicably, which made Liu Qianzhou feel extremely unsure.

Song Cheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking casual.

I don't know if it's because of the light, but at night, he is not as indifferent as before, and the resolute outline of his face is softened a lot by the dim yellow light.

"Did you eat at night?" Song Cheng did not answer the rhetorical question.

His eyes were dark, his face was calm, his tone was indifferent, and his light appearance was in great contrast to his strong sense of presence that was extremely domineering.

Liu Qianzhou wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, looked at him, and nodded: "Ate the bread." ”

Song Cheng didn't speak, Liu Qianzhou looked at him, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't speak again, Liu Qianzhou's frown.

"Are you out of words?" She's standing here, she's tired, okay?

Song Cheng said: "You are busy with yours first, and we will talk about it later." ”

Liu Qianzhou tilted his head slightly, not understanding what he meant.

"You...... Are you going to wait here for me, finish painting? She asked, gesturing to the wall.

Song Cheng nodded and didn't speak, but Liu Qianzhou didn't understand, and the apprehension in his heart came up again.

Turning to the wall with a restless heart, the hand holding the brush was no longer flexible as if by magic.

"I'm going to have to do this for a while, or will you come back tomorrow?"

Liu Qianzhou turned his head to look at him after his words fell, his tone was soft, and his eyes were cautious about dodging.

After meeting his deep gaze, she added: "I won't run, the mural in the restaurant hasn't been painted yet, and I will come over as long as I have time during this time." ”

"You're busy first." Song Cheng responded indifferently.

Liu Qianzhou looked at him, and couldn't find what to say for a while.

Tilted his head to look at him for a moment, then turned his face away mechanically.

Song Cheng looked at it for a while, and then reacted consciously, did she want to disturb her?

He whispered, "You get busy first." ”

Liu Qianzhou paused, turned her head, and the other walked out, she stared at his broad and thick back, and the figure disappeared in the aisle, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Qianzhou put the graffiti on the wall away, and the ladder was removed, and she stopped in front of the picture to gaze, looking at the whole for about two or three minutes, and then pushed the ladder forward to fill in the refinement again.

When the graffiti is finished, the hour hand goes to twelve.

Liu Qianzhou unbuttoned the wide apron on his body, took off his sleeves, put them all in the cart, and then went into the bathroom to wash his hands and tidy himself.

The men's and women's restrooms share a washbasin, so the mirror in the middle is wide, and you can take two steps back to see the whole body. The walls are black tiles with white brick lines, giving it a serious and high-end feel.

Liu Qianzhou looked at himself in front of the mirror and made sure that there was no paint on his body, so he approached the washstand.

She buried her head, her hand shook in the sensing zone of the faucet, and the icy water rushed out.

Every time Liu Qianzhou concentrates on painting, he will empty his head for a short time.

She washed her hands, propped her hands on the washstand, and stared at the patterns on the basin in a daze.

Song Cheng stood behind her, his eyes cold and deep.

The air was still, Song Cheng looked at her quietly for a long time, and walked to her side.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

Liu Qianzhou was startled, and after a moment she raised her eyes and looked straight at him.

Song Cheng lowered his eyes, his gaze pouring out of his eyes, and he looked at her.

"Oh."

Liu Qianzhou slowly looked away and buried his head.

Song Cheng stared at the mirror, her porcelain white little face was only two-thirds because of her lowered head, but looking at her from this angle, her face shape was even better. The row of eyelashes that cover the eyes is dense and long.

"Sending you back to school?" Song Cheng asked in a low voice.

Liu Qianzhou shook his hand, and the water in his hands had been dried.

"Thank you, no need, it's not far from the bus stop."

Politely thanked him while pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"The bus is gone, it's so late, it's not safe for a girl to take a taxi, choose me to send you." Song Cheng said lightly.

Liu Qianzhou twisted his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at him, and the mobile phone screen lit up.

When he looked down, he exclaimed in astonishment: "It's almost twelve o'clock!" ”

Liu Qianzhou's face suddenly turned ugly, frowning and clenching his phone.

The school closes at 12 o'clock, but the dormitory door closes at 11 o'clock, what can I do?

Song Cheng's palm suddenly fell on Liu Qianzhou's shoulder, Liu Qianzhou raised his eyes as if frightened, and the fright in his big eyes that he didn't have time to retreat was clearly visible.

"Thanks, I won't go back today." She chuckled dryly.

Song Cheng twisted his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" ”

Liu Qianzhou pushed his hand away, smiled awkwardly and said, "The school is closed, and I can't enter the dormitory." ”

Fortunately, tomorrow Saturday, if there is a class tomorrow, how can she be in time tomorrow?

"Where are you going?" Song Cheng asked.

Song Cheng has few words, simple words, and cold words cover up his concern, the way is more like business, and the conversation is more like interrogation, which makes the girl confused and inexplicably worried.

Liu Qianzhou shook his head: "I'll just stay in the store, and I can go back to school tomorrow." ”

She finished and pointed to the wall outside: "Just in time." ”

Song Cheng's face turned cold: "No." ”

Liu Qianzhou's face was stunned, his smile decreased slightly, and after two seconds, he reluctantly smiled: "I won't touch anything here......"

"Follow me." Song Cheng stepped forward, held her arm, and led the person out.

Liu Qianzhou practiced pushing and pushing, shook off his hand and stood aside.

"What do you want to do?"

Song Cheng twisted his eyebrows: "I'm hungry, accompany me for supper." ”

Liu Qianzhou shook his head, Song Cheng took two steps forward, his body approached her, Liu Qianzhou hurriedly retreated, and looked at him with a frown.

Song Cheng's tone was cold: "Do you want me to carry you away?" ”

Liu Qianzhou's eyes widened, and a big question mark hit in front of him.

Song Cheng looked her straight into the eye, and then strode ahead.

"Keep up."

"Hey!"

Liu Qianzhou was speechless several times, how could this be?

She stood in place, helplessly looking at his majestic back, but still followed.

Walking out of Princess Sissi's restaurant, the cold air instantly invaded all the limbs and bones of the body, and Liu Qianzhou immediately shuddered.

"Boss Song......"

Liu Qianzhou shouted, but the man had already strode ahead.

Liu Qianzhou stared dryly on the spot, anxious and anxious.

"Boss Song, I don't have a key."

Song Cheng finally turned around, and on the silent street, a tall and majestic man stood there like a rock, his distant gaze colliding with her in the air.