The iron door of the garden was lower than his chest, and he stood beside the roses, his eyes cold and his brows slightly tight.

Huazhi reached out and tried to grab the corner of his clothes, but he ignored him completely.

He stood still, the cold glow of his cuffs coming from her hand.

Shen Fanyin looked at him and couldn't help but sigh: My brother is so handsome.

She went to open the door, but didn't get out of the way, but just asked, "Brother, why are you here?"

"Come and see you." Jing Zeheng handed the paper bag to her, "Is the work going well?"

He had countless questions to ask and a thousand worries, but when he saw her smile, he swallowed everything.

"It's fine."

Shen Fanyin took the bag, still blocking the door.

Jing Zeheng asked, "I can't enter?"

Shen Fanyin pinched the paper bag and hesitated for a while before saying, "It's okay to go in, but don't talk nonsense."

Jing Zeheng smiled dumbly: "For example?"

He just asked casually, but he didn't want to, the child stood by the door, and gave him ten minutes of forbidden words in the sun.

The "don't speak" he heard since he was a child didn't hear as much as he heard in the past ten minutes.

The paper bag containing the coffee fell back into Jing Zeheng's hand at some point, and Shen Fanyin held the half-drunk iced coffee and asked, "Remember?"

Jing Zeheng: "I try not to speak."

"Oh, that's fine!"

As soon as Jing Zeheng stepped into the door, the child stopped again.

Shen Fanyin turned his head and said solemnly, "By the way, don't go to the second floor, it's a shallow bedroom."

Jing Zeheng: "I'll try not to move."

"Okay."

Shen Fanyin opened a pair of disposable slippers and bent down to put them at Jing Zeheng's feet.

Jing Zeheng looked at the studio while changing his shoes. The exterior is full of flowers, but there are no potted cacti indoors. About 100 square meters, black and gray decoration, a lot of messy things, white ghost face dolls, half-burned candles, mottled copper candlesticks. Only the scattered photographic magazines add a touch of brilliant color to the studio.

The fabric sofa is large and soft, and the black blanket and pillows circle a small slice of cosy laziness.

Shen Fanyin casually put down the coffee cup and returned to the nest, and patted the position next to him and motioned for Jing Zeheng to sit.

She curled up in the couch, as if she had a touch of decadence because of the overall environment.

Yawned lazily, Shen Fanyin asked him, "You're not busy with work?"

"It's nothing to do in the afternoon, I'll come and see you." Jing Zeheng sat on the other side of the sofa and pulled off the blanket to cover her exposed little feet.

Shen Fanyin shrank her feet, squinted her eyes and yawned again.

She had been sleeping here for a while, if she hadn't opened the door for Jing Zeheng, she should have been able to sleep directly until Yang Qian and the others finished their work.

In the open studio, the shutter stopped.

After a while, Yang Qian walked out.

She squinted her eyes lightly and frowned at Jing Zeheng, her eyes stained with hostility.

"Brother, this is my friend, Yang Qian."

Shen Fanyin sat up, looked at Jing Zeheng and said seriously.

Jing Zeheng stood up and nodded at her, "Hello, Jing Zeheng."

"Huh." Yang Qian sneered, which was regarded as a greeting.

Shen Fanyin glared at her as if warning, and pushed down the paper bag on the coffee table: "Shallow, my brother bought coffee, do you drink it?"

"No, I haven't lived enough." Yang Qian held the SLR camera, turned around and walked back, only throwing down a sentence, "Watch your brother, don't mess with my things."

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and swallowed the spit on her lips.

It's really not easy for her to mess up a little more.

Shen Fanyin stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of Jing Zeheng's clothes: "Brother, don't pay attention to her, she just owes it."

Jing Zeheng sat back on the sofa and nodded lightly: "I've heard a little."

"Brother." Shen Fanyin looked at him, frowning slightly.

Jing Zeheng reached out and rubbed her head: "I'm not angry."

Shen Fanyin looked at him and pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Jing Zeheng's so-called "slightly heard", she could guess what it was.

Yang Qian's reputation has always been bad, when he was a child, he was a strong child who was not liked, he grew up to be a little sister who didn't learn anything, and even his younger siblings were mentally ill.

She seems to exist to make the negative teaching materials more complete.

Can......

"Shen Fanyin, come in and help."

Yang Qian's voice came from inside the studio.

"Hey." Shen Fanyin responded, and said to Jing Zeheng while pulling on his slippers, "Brother, you sit for a while, I'll get busy first."

"Okay, let's go."

When Shen Fanyin entered the studio, she was dazzled by the bright light of the softbox, she squinted her eyes, and only walked towards Zeng Wanwan after getting used to the light.

Yang Qian yawned and said lazily, "It's okay to get five or six tweets for you, right?"

"Hmm." Shen Fanyin nodded in response and helped Zeng Wanwan untie the straps behind her back.

"Okay." Yang Qian glanced at the time, "I'll send it to you before eight o'clock in the evening."

"Thanks." Shen Fanyin's tone was relaxed, and he said to her, "You go and rest for a while, I'll clean it up."

"Hmm." Yang Qian stretched her waist and went out of the door, and when she saw Jing Zeheng on the sofa, her brows furrowed.

Jing Zeheng glanced at her, took the last box of snacks out of the paper bag, and then folded the empty paper bag neatly and put it in the trash.

He said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Qian's footsteps that were originally moving in the direction of the stairs stopped.

She clasped her hands around her chest and looked at Jing Zeheng with interest: "Jing Zeheng, you shouldn't have come to me to find my sister because you were bored, right?"

Yang Qian felt that Jing Zeheng should be like those people, wanting to take his children away from him.

She has long been accustomed to the disgusting, fearful, indifferent, and hostile gazes of others, and those strangeness have long been unable to poke her.

She looked at Jing Zeheng, with a guard in her indifferent eyes.

Jing Zeheng's voice was very flat, even a little gentle: "Fanyin just had a car accident today, I don't worry about her coming to take a look, I'm sorry to disturb you." As he spoke, he pushed a glass of iced Americano in her direction.

He also had a deep prejudice against Yang Qian because of the evaluation of the outside world. But after Shen Fanyin said that Yang Qian was her friend, all prejudices disappeared in an instant, and he even wanted to ask her if she needed his help.

Even if 10,000 people say that she is not good, as long as the child says that there is something else hidden in it, he is willing to believe it.

Yang Qian looked at him, hesitated for a long time, but walked to the coffee table and picked up the cup of ice American.

The straw was dyed with the aroma of coffee, and the fingertips were dyed with water vapor, Yang Qian stared at Jing Zeheng, his brows tightened.

Jing Zeheng leaned back on the sofa and said, "Thank you for being willing to help her work overtime at this time, if there is no arrangement in the evening, I will invite you to dinner."

Yang Qian was stunned.

She had heard various versions of "stay away from my children," but it was the first time she had heard someone else's family thank her.

This feeling made her creepy.

The silver rings on her wrists collided slightly, and the small crackling sound made the room less oppressive.

"No, your sister gave me the money."

She said, taking a sip of her coffee.

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