He Jiao obviously saw her too, and beckoned to her with a smile, "Ruoruo! ”

Xie Yanzhi glanced sideways at Zhou Qingruo, who was approaching, and quickly looked away, the tails of his eyes rose slightly, looking cold and noble.

Zhou Qingruo smiled at He Jiao, and greeted Xie Yanzhi politely: "Xie Shao." ”

Xie Yanzhi said "um" coldly, in response to her.

"Ruoruo, Xie Shao accompanied his friend to buy paintings." He Jiao said with a smile, secretly giving Zhou Qingruo a look.

Zhou Qingruo understands in seconds,

She pursed her lips and smiled, reached out and patted He Jiao's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Then you have a good treat, I'm busy with work." ”

At the end, she raised her eyes to look at Xie Yanzhi again, "Xie Shao, you pick slowly, I won't accompany you if I still have a job." ”

Xie Yanzhi raised his eyebrows, "Miss Zhou is busy?" ”

Under the soft light, his eyes were dark and faint, like a bottomless abyss, and like a terrifying whirlpool, Zhou Qingruo felt panicked after just looking at it.

She withdrew her gaze without a trace, her eyelashes flashed, and she smiled helplessly: "I want to support my family, and if I don't work, I can only drink the northwest wind." ”

"Table table, I'm up! Treat Xie Shao and his friends well. ”

Not wanting to be seen by He Jiao, Zhou Qingruo finished speaking, and walked towards the studio upstairs.

As soon as she walked to the staircase, she heard a gentle voice calling her: "Is it Miss Zhou?" ”

Zhou Qingruo stopped and looked sideways at the beautiful woman who was carefully dressed in a wheelchair, and her eyes flashed with surprise.

She had seen this woman, the last time she had breakfast in Xu Ji, Xie Yanzhi was pushing a wheelchair, and the woman sitting in the wheelchair was her.

Later, Song Yan also said inexplicably, "...... No matter how good he is now, it is still making wedding dresses for others. ”

"I am! You ......"

Zhou Qingruo could be sure that she had no intersection with this woman, but she recognized her at a glance.

Seeing Xie Yanran pushing the wheelchair by herself, Xie Yanzhi hurriedly stepped forward, her voice was no longer cold, and she brought temperature: "I'll help you!" ”

Xie Yanran raised her red lips, looked up at the man standing behind her, and whispered, "Yan Zhi, I want to talk to Miss Zhou for a while." ”

Xie Yanzhi: "Okay! ”

The tone is not light or heavy, revealing an indescribable tenderness.

He Jiao didn't know when he walked to Zhou Qingruo's side, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Didn't Xie Shao let you come to paint before?" And it's still people. ”

Zhou Qingruo lowered her eyes and immediately understood the meaning of her words.

The person Xie Yanzhi wanted her to come to paint should be the beautiful woman in a wheelchair in front of her.

"Miss Zhou, I saw your painting at a friend's place before, and I like your painting style very much, especially the sunflower that my friend bought, I think it has the legacy of Van Gogh."

As soon as Xie Yanran opened her mouth, she praised Zhou Qingruo.

Don't skimp!

Zhou Qingruo accepted it calmly, his eyes were clear, "You're polite!" ”

Xie Yanran: "Miss Zhou, I mean really. Afraid that Zhou Qingruo would not believe her words, Xie Yanran hurriedly added.

Zhou Qingruo bent the corners of her lips and smiled at her gratefully, "I am self-aware!" ”

Seeing that Zhou Qingruo just didn't believe her words, Xie Yanran frowned, looked at the man behind her pitifully, her voice was soft and soft, like a feather caressing the tip of her heart, "Yanzhi, you see, Miss Zhou doesn't believe my words!" Can you help me tell her, okay? ”