Cheng Ruoke looked at her phone, she wanted to reply to some messages. After reading the sketches sent by Fan Yan, she couldn't help but shake her head again, it was so late now, and Fan Yan didn't seem to have any inspiration yet. The painting seems to be missing something.

She quickly replied with a message: "It's late now, you go to bed first, and you will have the energy tomorrow." ”

Fan Yan was still racking her brains, she was biting her lip, she just couldn't think of a perfect sketch tonight, and she didn't have to go to sleep! This is the minimum she asks of herself.

She replied indifferently: "You are drawing with your heart." But you told me to go to sleep? ”

Cheng Ruoke naturally knew Fan Yan's intentions, and she didn't want to refute the other party, but Cheng Ruoke, who received the news, was still a little unhappy.

So she replied: I will sleep first, and you will sleep as soon as possible, so that the inspiration will not be dispelled by fatigue.

Fan Yan received the reply, her face stiffened, what did she mean by this?

She kindly showed Cheng Ruoke her sketches, but she didn't expect Cheng Ruoke to have such a lukewarm attitude.

- On the surface, she just wanted to humbly look for some experience and lessons, but in fact, she wanted to shock Cheng Ruoke with her ability, but Cheng Ruoke, who just watched her new work, didn't react at all.

Since she treats herself like this, don't blame her for being rude!

Fan Yan didn't want to admit that she hated her even more after seeing that the new director had such a good relationship with Cheng Ruoke. And the little bud in my heart began to grow wantonly because of a little jealousy.

She couldn't resist her inner thoughts, just like she couldn't control herself from being jealous of Cheng Ruoke.

Cheng Ruoke put away her mobile phone, and her last sight fell on the address book, and she didn't reply to Sister-in-law Chen with a message, she was afraid that she would be reluctant.

Although she didn't have much contact with Sister-in-law Chen, she really felt her kindness and simplicity, and even for Zhan Leyan's annoying guy, Sister-in-law Chen was as gentle as a mother, and she didn't mind Zhan Leyan's lack of appreciation.

She is a great mother - this makes Cheng Ruoke, who lost her mother since she was a child, even more unbearable.

"Hmph, you still want to fight with me!" Fan Yan thought that Cheng Ruoke was afraid of the message that she didn't reply, so she snorted coldly and rolled her eyes again, forget it, she still got up tomorrow morning to make up the draft.

Cheng Ruoke began to rummage through his suitcase, lay the suitcase flat on the ground, and gently pulled the chain.

It's night, it's quiet, but as long as you move, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against you can be caught immediately.

Cheng Ruoke can only be careful and careful, she doesn't want to alarm Xiang Ling, she must be very tired from following her all day today, let her rest well, and continue to work tomorrow with full vitality.

Otherwise, the girl will shout that she hasn't rested enough at night, and she wants to doze off in the office.

Cheng Ruoke paused, feeling that it was still so quiet outside, she put her mind at ease, and in the box, she took out a diary.

That's what she was a kid with.

Her childhood memories are nothing but this thing that can be dependent on herself, and her father's tenderness has not been felt much in her childhood, not to mention that now, her father wants to send herself to a good family, that is, he has sent her to someone else's house as a commodity.

It doesn't matter if Cheng Ruoke is willing or not.

Fortunately, Zhan Leyan didn't care much about her, otherwise, she would not have had a good time today, but she believed that after Zhan Leyan lost her, he wouldn't care much, and even, he might have other women soon, so that he wouldn't be idle enough to think of her.

She doesn't expect to be remembered by Zhan Leyan.

Thinking of this, she felt the tip of her nose sour, as if something was about to surge out of her eyes, she was a little panicked, and she didn't want others to see her like this......

Xiang Ling was tossing and turning in bed. Suddenly, she heard something else, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Hmph." Xiang Ling snorted coldly, could it be that Wangcai wants to steal snacks? This little bunny is so tired!

She quietly pushed open the door, and felt that the voice was not coming from downstairs, and she was a little panicked in an instant, could it be ......

"Bang." Xiang Ling quickly opened a door in front of her, and sure enough, there was a person in the room squatting on the ground, reaching out and touching something.

"Xiao Ruoke?"

"Huh?" Cheng Ruoke suddenly admired herself, she put the mask on her face indiscriminately, and she didn't even know if her nose was right, she slowly turned around.

"Mom! What are you doing in the middle of the night? ”

Xiang Ling was so frightened that she stepped back, and was about to turn on the light in the room, when she was stopped by a vague word.

"Don't! The mask I put on is ...... sensitive."

"Well, don't scare me...... I thought there were thieves......"

"Hmmm! I'm sorry...... Am I arguing with you? I just want to try this complimentary mask, you go and rest, you will have the energy tomorrow. ”

Xiang Ling nodded, she stared at Cheng Ruoke's face, feeling that her tone of voice was a little weird, but she didn't think much about it.

It seems that Ruoke went to see Director Gu with a good face the next day, so he only had to apply a mask at night......

Xiang Ling sneered as she slowly closed the door.

After there was no movement outside the door, Cheng Ruoke threw away the mask paper and wiped the sticky on her face, not knowing if it was the essential oil of the mask or the tears on her face......

She could only use the excuse of wearing a mask to send away her good friend...... She didn't want Xiang Ling's girl to worry......

In fact, she is not as weak as she imagined, but now when she thinks of some sad things, her tears are a little uncontrollable.

But she is not as strong as she imagined......

At night, the city loses the noise of the day, and the night lights are lit up, which cannot give people a trace of warmth in their hearts.

……

Ling Fan took a deep breath, but the smile in the corner of his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

Ling Fan stretched out his hand to push open the window, his slender fingers resting on the glass reflecting his shadow, he chuckled, and the self in the mirror smiled at him.

That's what he is.

He turned again, the flickering light casting shadows on his tall back.

Ling Fan picked up the photo frame on the table, it was obviously very inconspicuous, but there was still a smile in the corner of his eyes.

The two boys in the photo, one is Zhan Leyan, his temperament is very inconsistent with his age, his eyes seem to have a touch of disdain, but the wisdom between his eyebrows is unobstructed.

And the little boy beside him was just in contrast to him, with red lips and white teeth, a bright smile, and his eyes were bent into a crescent moon.

Only Ling Fan knew that Zhan Leyan at that time was dragged by himself to take pictures together, they had just met, but Zhan Leyan had always been very cold to him, and later learned that he was like this to everyone.

Over time, he and Zhan Le Yan also had a tacit understanding, and as he grew older, his mind opened, and many things became different.

When did he start noticing a little girl playing the piano behind them, although she was far away from the camera, Ling Fan knew that her performance that day was incomparable, she was so calm that she couldn't speak, a little hairy child of a few years old could remain silent in the crowd, and conquered everyone with his own strength.

The daughter of the Cheng family, Cheng Xu must be very loved, at least at that time.

His mind seemed to drift back to his youth, and the things in his memories may have been forgotten by some people, but he has always remembered that there may be something similar to fate......

It was at this time.

"Bang. Ling Fan's mother pushed open the door, she looked at Ling Fan who was facing her with some astonishment, and then she smiled indifferently with relief, "Fan, drink this glass of milk." ”

Ling Fan looked at the milk in his mother's hand, it was still hot, and it was steaming non-stop.

"Okay."

"Fan, is there something wrong with you?"

"Mom, you don't have to worry, you go and rest first, I'm sorry for making you so troublesome today."

Ling Mu stepped forward and patted Ling Fan's shoulder gently, "You kid, when did you become so sentimental, who am I?" It's your mother, how can I dislike you for trouble, even if I go outside and carry you, a drunken big boy, home, I won't say anything. ”

Ling Fan said this, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he nodded.

It's just that seeing her son so silent, she couldn't help but be a little worried, frowning slightly.

Could it be that his son is troubled because of marriage? It's just that this is not her intention, but Fan is at the age of starting a family, and things like starting a career can be put aside and taken slowly, but in this matter, she can't wait......

She stared at Ling Fan's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh, her eyes were full of kindness, she looked at her handsome and tall son, and said, "When did that person who ran after his mother all day long grow so tall......

"Mom, in fact, I have my own ideas about my own marriage, so you don't have to worry about it for me."

Ling Fan's words have been made clear enough, he doesn't need anyone to disturb his own private affairs, including blind dates, he won't go, and he won't need anyone to introduce the object in the future. It's just his mother's kindness, and he doesn't want to live up to it so much. It's just his own life, and he doesn't want to be controlled by others.

Because he adopts an indifferent attitude, Ling Fan's mother also knows it, so he doesn't care so much, this child is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and he can still listen to his own opinions.

Ling Fan clenched his teeth, even though he knew that his words were not so important in his mother's heart, and his mother would not take it to heart at all, he would still continue his thoughts.

Ling's mother just gently touched Ling Fan's shoulder, and didn't say anything more, the Ling family has no shortage of talents, let alone talents with a combination of appearance and talent. His son needs to be recognized by others, and he needs a woman who is compatible with him

Her good son can't be bullied by others, can't be looked down upon, she can't see him suffering, but she can't do anything.