Yes, yes, but how do you break it if you don't want to go back?

"Sixth brother, I want to eat ice cream."

Yan Hanxi took the opportunity to change the topic.

He didn't want to go, and He Chen didn't force him, but he gave one of the remaining two ice creams in the bag to He Xiaoguo, who had only licked half of the ice cream, and the other to He Jing, and then said with a faint smile, "It's gone."

He Xiaoguo raised his eyes suspiciously, delighted by the sudden double ice cream surprise, but looked at Yan Hanxi's gaze with a hint of hesitation, just as he was hesitating whether to give this ice cream to Brother Xiao Xi, who wanted to eat ice cream, He Chen said slowly: "Xiaoguo, eat ice cream today, and you can't eat it again tomorrow."

He Xiaoguo decisively kept the second ice cream for himself.

Brother Xiao Xi is so rich, if you want to eat, you can buy it yourself, you must not bear to have ice cream for Xiaoguo, right?

He Xiaoguo stared at Yan Hanxi, and his black grape-like eyes conveyed this meaning.

Yan Hanxi: "......"

He Jing: "Poof."

No matter what Yan Hanxi's mood is, she is happy.

It's so pleasant to watch Yan Hanxi eat deflated.

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After visiting the oil painting gallery, the group of four returned to the villa in Rheal.

Rheal cooked in person, and He Jing had a video call with He's mother.

She explained to He Mu that everything was fine, but He Yi's silent figure was cautious in the mirror, he stood at the door of his room, diagonally opposite the camera, like a beam of black light and shadow.

But his eyes were looking at the camera, obviously thinking about it, but he didn't know why he stopped where he was.

After He Jing chatted with He Mu for a while, she smiled sweetly, "Is Mom here? Can you get him to answer the phone? I have something to say to him."

He Mu immediately turned around and called He Yi, He Yi's dull eyebrows jumped into his eyes, looking a little melancholy, he looked at the lens of his glasses unnaturally and moved his eyes, and asked in a dumb voice, "Is it okay over there?" Did He Chen take care of you?"

"Of course." He Jing glanced at He Chen beside him, "Sixth Brother also took care of the materials."

He Yi: "Well, that's good."

A tone that will talk to death at any time.

He Jing knew that he was a little lost in his heart, after all, He Mother appointed He Chen to come with her, but did not hand-pick him, which made his already inferior and shy situation even worse, but she didn't deliberately comfort him, just asked: Do you want to talk to the sixth brother?"

"Nope." He Yi couldn't seem to talk anymore when he heard this, "Then I'll hang up."

He Jing immediately shouted, and then hurriedly asked, "How are you learning painting?" Have you made any achievements lately?"

Some.

But He Yi pursed his lips and said nothing.

His eyes didn't look at the screen, but the afterglow was full of He Chen's half of the face next to He Jing, smiling and groaning, and he hated it when he saw it.

He didn't want to show him his work.

Therefore, I don't want to present it to He Jing at this time.

Then, as if he knew what He Yi was thinking, He Chen on the other end of the phone suddenly said, "The clothes should be washed, I'll go dry them."

He Jing asked: Are you listening?"

He Yi quickly replied, "Yes."

He also moved his eyes back to the screen.

He finally looked at He Jing squarely, walked into his room with his mobile phone, and took out the proud work of his recent new painting from the drawer, as if he had telepathy, He Yi painted an oil painting, and a white camellia flower occupied the entire canvas.

He Yi said in a low voice: "The teacher said that if you want to draw illustrations, you have to know a little bit of any style, this is the most satisfying work I have drawn recently, the name is The Death of Camellia."