Looking at Tang Jieyu with tears rolling in her eyes, Han Shuang didn't know how to comfort her for a while. When she saw Han Shuang walking up with three pieces of drawing paper, her brows were only furrowed.

I also asked him curiously why he took three pieces of drawing paper. Han Shuang just said lightly: "It's all works." Then in Tang Jieyu's suspicious eyes, Han Shuang spread out the three pieces of drawing paper together.

Then, Tang Jieyu covered her mouth with one hand, pointed to Han Shuang's painting with the other hand, and asked, "Is this...... You drew all this? You...... How? Han Shuang replied naturally: "When I finished painting the first one, I didn't bother you when I saw that you hadn't finished painting yet." When I'm bored, I want to draw another one to pass the time. But when I finished the second painting, you hadn't finished it, I ..... I drew another one. The third one is just halfway through and you're done. Looking at Han Shuang's extremely calm face, and looking at the three equally realistic and textured sketches he painted, he remembered what he said just now...... She couldn't tell what she felt inside, she just knew that tears welled up in her eyes.

At the end of the day, tears were the product of a major setback in her faith. Also, since she was a child, where have she suffered any setbacks?

At school, she was a well-known genius in painting. In the family, she is an incomparably favored little princess.

In the circle of friends, by the way, she has almost no friends. And now, Han Shuang has directly destroyed her proudest talent in the most direct and rude way!

When she painted a work, Han Shuang painted almost three. And the quality is not worse than hers at all...... In such a comparison, it is simply a blaster!

Let's just say, she has always been proud of herself and cried out loud in the face of Han Shuang's heavy blow, is it too much? Han Shuang has long been depressed, isn't it better than painting!

Why are you still crying?

"Okay, okay, why are you crying! To be more than once, I let you. Han Shuang also has no experience in comforting people, he is obviously warm-blooded, but he says even more shocking words.

Jieyu suddenly wiped her tears, and her eyes showed a hint of perseverance: "I still have to compare with you!" This time we're better than oil paintings! Han Shuang took a deep breath and said straightforwardly: "I won't." In order to leave a way for this wealthy little princess to live, Han Shuang felt that it was necessary to panic.

"You won't? So what do we compare to Chinese painting? ”

"Neither will I."

"Neither will you? Then let's compare ......" Han Shuang said impatiently: "Don't compare, I don't know anything except sketching." ”

"How dare you yell at me?" Then, Jieyu's mouth flattened, and tears flowed down again.

"Do you think you will definitely be able to win me, and you won't compete with me because you're afraid that I'll lose?" Han Shuang's whole head was big.

If I knew this would be the case, I would have taken a picture of it! Anyway, if she wins or loses, she has to invite herself to dinner.

It's okay now, it's stabbed into her death hole, you see how much it flows...... Tears! Don't they all say that the president Jieyu is an extremely cold girl?

Is this also called high coldness? It's obviously a crybaby, okay? At the moment, Han Shuang didn't bother to pay attention to her, I won't eat anymore, right?

"Why are you going?" Seeing that Han Shuang didn't say a word, he turned his head and left, and called him in a choked voice.

Han Shuang said angrily: "You don't look good when you cry, why am I staying here?" ”

"Wait a minute!" After shouting to stop Han Shuang, Jieyu quickly returned to normal, and then said lightly: "Let's go!" Her profound skills in transforming from a crybaby to a high-level princess in one second really made Han Shuang stunned.

"Let's go? Where? ”

"Losing is losing, and Miss Ben can't afford to lose! Go to the water shop and invite you to dinner. ”

"Actually, no, you can eat, it's the same wherever you eat, I think the food in your cafeteria is quite delicious............ Following Tang Jieyu's car, I don't know how many turns I made all the way, and finally stopped on an unknown and remote road.

Seeing Tang Jieyu get out of the car, Han Shuang also got out of the car. He looked around, but found no sign of a restaurant, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What kind of place is this, why did you bring me here?" While making a phone call, Jieyu pointed to a small door not far away and said, "This is the back door of the water square, and I usually eat from here, quietly." "It's true that there is a bustling main road not far ahead, and there is a lot of traffic than this path.

After a while, the small door opened, and a young man in a formal suit walked out.

"Miss Tang, please inside." Although the young man did not have any expression, his tone was very respectful. Seeing that Tang Jie didn't say a word, she walked in with a proud head, and Han Shuang followed behind.

After the small gate, there is a quiet bamboo garden, and in the middle is a path paved with bluestone slabs. Passing through the bamboo garden, there is a pond rockery in front of you, and there is the sound of dripping water in your ears.

When I looked up, there was really flowing water pouring on the rockery. The more Han Shuang walked, the more curious he became, what kind of hotel is this!

How does it look like a private garden! Not only the layout, but also the building, the two-story building in front is an antique building.

Although curious, Han Shuang didn't ask. After following Tang Jieyu to the small building, he stopped.

At this time, a very temperamental woman walked over, and after talking to Tang Jieyu for a few words, she walked away again.

He glanced at Han Shuang before turning around, although he was smiling, there was something else behind that smile.

Envy? Doubt? Despise? Disdain? In short, it's complicated. Han Shuang didn't want to delve into it, so he followed Tang Jieyu and slowly came to a room on the second floor.

The room is large, not only has a dining table large enough to accommodate more than 20 people, but also a sofa, a tea table, a piano, a small stage for karaoke, a toilet, and even a private small room for rest.

Where is this a private room for eating! It's even bigger than Dou Liangyu's home! While Han Shuang looked at the layout of the room, two graceful service staff also walked in.

After closing the door, he walked to the tea table with a clear purpose and began to make tea.

"Sit down and rest for a while, the food will wait about fifteen minutes." Tang Jie said to Han Shuang. Han Shuang sat down and asked curiously, "Why didn't I know that there was such a hotel in Midtown?" For more than a year, Han Shuang thought that he was about to eat the restaurant in Midtown.

Up to the five-star Tianyi, down to the street restaurant. But the name of the water fang, let alone being here, has not even heard of it.

Tang Jieyu said lightly: "It's normal for you not to know, Shuifang is not open to the public, and only accepts private orders from members." Han Shuang frowned: "Didn't you say that you can make an appointment?" Tang Jieyu smiled mysteriously: "The reservation is to deal with the relevant official regulations, in fact, even if you make an appointment, the water shop will delay indefinitely on the grounds that the private reservation is full, until you cancel the reservation yourself." Han Shuang was a little puzzled: "But isn't this a hotel?" Why don't you have a business yet? Tang Jie said lightly: "There will never be sheep in the lion's territory. Han Shuang understood, and said: "In order to maintain the orthodoxy of the bloodline, the nobles will never combine with the commoners, is this the truth?" ”

"Pretty much, in Midtown, there are a few private chefs similar to the water mill, which specialize in serving people of wealth and status." At this time, the service staff brought two cups of tea and gently delivered them to Han Shuang.

Han Shuang took a sip of it, then put it down again, and said lightly: "It's all the same taste." ”