After Song Wan rinsed her mouth, when she turned around, she saw Lu Sheng at the door.

After a pause of two seconds, she walked over, her steps were not very steady, and her body leaned a little hard when she walked in front of Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng stretched out his hand to support her.

Song Wan, "Thank you." ”

After finishing speaking, he pushed Lu Sheng away, stumbled to the bedroom, and walked out again with his pajamas after a while.

All the way to the bathroom, Song Wan almost leaned over the wall.

When she arrived at the bathroom door, Lu Sheng stopped her.

"Are you sure you can?"

Song Wan nodded.

Lu Sheng didn't go in with her, this had to be put before, and he would probably take advantage of the danger of others to ask to wash together.

But today, apparently, he was not in the mood.

Waited until Song Wan entered the bathroom and closed the frosted door.

Lu Sheng walked out and poured himself a glass of warm water in front of the pantry.

Thinking of Song Wan's drunken eyes and his quiet demeanor when he recalled, Lu Sheng pulled his lips mockingly when he put down the water glass.

The house rented by Song Wan only has one bathroom, and Lu Sheng can only wait for her to finish washing before washing herself.

In the bathroom, the sound of water is dripping.

Lu Sheng sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, the blue and white smoke was swirling, hiding his face very deeply.

Halfway through the cigarette, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, but then there was a loud bang and the sound of people falling.

Lu Sheng pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, got up and went to the bathroom.

Pulling open the frosted door, Song Wan, who was wearing pajamas, leaned against the wall and struggled to get up.

Lu Sheng frowned, stepped forward and picked her up horizontally, and hugged her until she was put down on the sofa.

squatted down, lifted Song Wan's skirt, and at a glance, his brows wrinkled deeper.

"It doesn't hurt?"

He asked, in a bad tone.

Under the skirt, one of Song Wan's legs was broken by a large piece, and blood beads appeared, but she didn't say a word from the time she fell to the present, and she didn't even frown.

I don't know why.

When Lu Sheng was angry, Song Wan couldn't help but glance at him.

With an understatement, she said, "It doesn't hurt." "There was no emotional outlet.

Lu Sheng knew that Song would pretend to be garlic at night, and there was no one to pretend to be to this point.

"Medicine kit."

He was silent, displeased.

Song Wan, "The cabinet under the TV." ”

Lu Sheng walked over, found the medicine box, and took out iodophor and cotton swabs from it.

When he arrived at Song Wan, he sat down on the coffee table, lifted Song Wan's injured leg, and put it on his knee.

The cotton swab was dipped in iodine and smeared little by little on Song Wan.

The room was very quiet, the light leaked from the top of Lu Sheng's head, and Song Wan stepped on Lu Sheng's knees and looked at him quietly.

Lu Sheng lowered his eyes and faded away, and the focus at this moment, in Song Wan's eyes, was like a Buddha molding a golden body, reborn.

After Lu Sheng finished applying the medicine, he pushed Song Wan's leg away, threw the medicine box back into the cabinet, and he turned around and met Song Wan's eyes.

Snorted, "What, fell in love with Lao Tzu?" ”

Not a ruffian.

I don't know how the Lu family's golden soup spoon fed a country ruffian, and his temperament is very wild.

Song Wan didn't look away, looked at Lu Sheng, "Carry me back to the room." ”

Lu Sheng pulled his lips, "Call me?" His voice was cold, "Song Wan, there is really you." ”

Having said that, Lu Sheng still came over and carried Song Wan back to the room.

Then the man left.

After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Song Wan turned off the lights and lay on the bed, this time the wine, drunk to this extent, should have been able to fall asleep easily.

But Song Wan couldn't fall asleep, and after lying quietly on the bed for an unknown amount of time, Song Wan opened her eyes.

Pressed the phone next to him, and before I knew it, more than an hour had passed.

I continued to close my eyes, still unable to sleep.

When Song Wan opened her eyes again, she turned over and sat up from the bed, and after sitting for a long time, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The door of Lu Sheng's room was not closed, and he never seemed to close the door.

Song Wan walked in, lifted the quilt and got on Lu Sheng's bed, and the person on the bed woke up quietly.

When he opened his eyes and saw Song Wan, Lu Sheng reacted for two seconds, his voice was lazy and hoarse, but he didn't forget to tease, "What, I thought about it?" ”

Song Wan didn't want to, so she lay down and said, "Sleep." ”

Lu Sheng hooked his lips, lay back, stretched out his hand to hug Song Wan into his arms, and teased, "You can't leave me so soon?" ”

Song Wan didn't reply.

Leaning on Lu Sheng's arms, she quickly fell asleep.

When Song Wan woke up again, it was already ten o'clock the next day.

She ordered a takeout, cleaned herself up, ate the meal, and went to Qiushuitai.

Today I am busy with the last wall painting on the first floor, and tomorrow Song Wan will start the big project on the second floor.

Since the 'forced marriage' in Mr. Jiang's hospital, Pei Ji has been scared for several days and has not contacted him.

However, Old Man Jiang called Song Wan and asked her if she had broken up with Pei Ji.

Song Wan said yes.

Old Man Jiang was silent over there for a long time and hung up the phone.

In addition to Mr. Jiang, Song Wan also received WeChat messages from Jiang Zhengguo and Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi, 'I have time to go back to the pear orchard. ’

Jiang Zhengnan, 'The old man can't be your master. ’

'I know you've broken up with Pei Ji. ’

......

Song Wan didn't see these three news.

Qin Su officially returned to the studio to work today, because it would take a while for the wall painting of the late Song Autumn Water Terrace to work.

When Qin Su took the order, the urgent order was directly refused.

The person who communicated the order today has cooperated for a long time, and the price and everything have been set before.

He has never raised the price for him, but today, this person actually talked to Qin Su about the price.

Let Qin Su reduce the price.

What to say, although Song Wan's painting style is very good, she has no label in the industry, no halo, neither a famous teacher, nor any high-level titles and resumes, and now the industry is sluggish, and the same famous painter can ask for much lower.

Qin Su was naturally annoyed.

It's not about money, it's trampling on Song Wan's worth.

Qin Su argued with reason, and the man said, 'Don't say anything about the value of the painter, art is really priceless, it has to be seen whether it is worth it or not, Song Wan's painting is really good, but she marked Song Wan's name is not worth it, the same painting replaced Song Wan with Chen Wan, don't say that you ask for 10,000 yuan, it is 100,000, 1 million, and I will also sell it." ’

With the sentence 'running the volume of drawing', the angry Qin Su almost threw away his mobile phone.

The deception is too much, because he is an old customer, she has never raised the price for him.

Qin Su was so angry that he couldn't stay in the studio, so he went to Qiushuitai to help Song Wan.

"What's the matter, who you off?"

Qin Su has never been able to hide his emotions, and as soon as he arrived, he was seen by Song Wan.