"This piece is red, and I said it's okay." Liu Han gently blamed him, she was applying ointment to the back of Song Chang's reddened hand, extremely careful for fear of hurting the injury.

"A little scraping doesn't get in the way." Song Chang said, but he couldn't resist Liu Han, so he had to give her his hand obediently.

Liu Hanqi was jade-looking, with picturesque eyebrows, and Song Chang blushed unconsciously.

After Liu Han finished applying the ointment, she quietly looked at his bony hands.

He has a brown mole on his right ring finger.

Mom's hands are very skillful, and she can embroider flowers on any piece of cloth, not to mention knitting sweaters and scarves.

At that time, Song Chang was clamoring to learn crafts with his mother every day, but he was accidentally pricked by a needle, and the thin needle was directly pierced into the ring finger, which was very painful, but he didn't care, and after the wound healed, he followed his mother to learn embroidery and weaving.

It's just that the wound that was pricked by the needle healed with pigmentation and looked like a brown mole.

"I found it!" Sun Bo walked in quickly, but saw Liu Han's hand on Song Chang's hand, and felt a little sad and lost.

He has always had a crush on Liu Han, since he first came to work in the federation last year.

Once he plucked up the courage to confess to her, but discovered a cruel truth for him:

The person she likes is Song Chang, and Song Chang should ...... I also like Liu Han. In contrast, Liu Han's love is more enthusiastic, while Song Chang's love is too secretive, if it weren't for his own bystanders, I often see some of their small actions, I'm afraid I wouldn't have noticed it.

Although the two of them hadn't pierced the window paper yet, Sun Bo knew that he had no chance.

He knew that Liu Han didn't realize that he liked her, because every time he secretly looked at her with his peripheral vision, her eyes were also peeking at Song Chang more skillfully.

She didn't notice me, and her afterglow was full of Song Chang.

However, this does not prevent him from unilaterally liking Liu Han, he will silently protect her and be her guardian knight.

Liu Han followed Sun Bo's gaze and looked down, only to realize that his hand was still on Song Chang's hand, and then quickly withdrew his hand.

Regarding Liu Han's move of taking his hand away, Song Chang was naturally a little unhappy in his heart.

"Did you find any clues?"

"There is no clue about the news of Phantom Stacks for the time being, but the people who sell Phantom Stacks have some eyebrows."

"You mean the people of the Dead Leaf Order?"

"That's right, three of them were found, they are the main person in charge of selling powder, one is called Ji Zhi, the other is called Feng Yuan, and the other is called Li Biao." Sun Bo crossed his fingers to list the information, "I haven't found any relevant information about Ji Zhi yet, as if this person doesn't exist." Feng Yuan is investigating, and another one named Li Biao has already sent someone to secretly monitor him, and he believes that there will be a result soon. ”

"I found out that there is indeed a Phantom Stack in Winterfell, and after visiting a few small vendors who resell Phantom Stacks, I can basically confirm that the Phantom Stacks are sold to Windy City after the production of Winterfell."

"If that's the case, and the people of the Dead Leaf Organization don't show up in Windy City after hearing the wind, wouldn't the task of catching the shop be looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"That's where the tricky part is." Song Chang's brows were lowered, and there was pressure in his voice and tone.

Hearing their conversation, Liu Han furrowed his beautiful eyebrows. It seems that her previous suspicion was correct, and the Phantom Stacks did indeed have something to do with Winterfell.

"Song Chang, is this a bruise from yesterday's fight with Zhexuan?" Sun Bo glanced at his hand, it was only red, and it was not in the way of Song Chang at all.

"Yes." Liu Han replied for Song Chang, with distress in his tone.

"I really envy you, a little injury makes Liu Han so worried." Sun Bo jokingly teased Song Chang, and his smile was very infectious.

At this time, Song Chang and Liu Han looked at each other and smiled, and each other's faces instantly turned red, as if they were a little drunk.

Seeing them so affectionate, the smile on Sun Bo's face didn't last long before disappearing.

The sky was blue, the air wasn't cold, that kind of fresh coolness.

Fang Xu made an appointment with Song Lanxi to meet at his carefully selected Western restaurant today, and at this time he was standing at the door, quietly waiting for her arrival.

"Fang Xu!" Song Lanxi dressed up carefully, more bright and moving than usual, and she looked ordinary and dressed ordinary, which was incompatible with her and the Western restaurant.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner, little stammer."

Hearing her call him a little stammer, Fang Xu was a little happy in his heart.

He smiled at her, and together they walked to their reserved seats.

This is a typical western restaurant, the decoration style is comfortable and pleasant, and the environment is quite good. Fang Xu referred to several Western restaurants that he chose in the end, and he didn't know if Song Lanxi liked it.

"It's me who should thank you, thank you Miss Song for your appreciation." His face turned red again, "Miss Song, you are so beautiful today." ”

"Thanks, wait-"

Fang Xu seemed to realize something, retracted what he just said, and immediately changed his words: "I mean that Miss Song is beautiful every day. ”

Hearing this, Song Lanxi smiled: "You are so interesting, but I mean the title." ”

"Salutation? Is there a problem with the title 'Miss Song'? ”

"It's the third time we've met, just call me Lanxi."

"Huh? Miss Song, ...... like this" Fang Xu saw the expectation on her face, and changed her words, "Lanxi, this is not good, we just met and are not very familiar with each other." ”

Song Lanxi said generously: "If we know each other better, we will become familiar with each other." ”

"Ah...... Right. His heart was beating a little fast, and there seemed to be a deer crashing in his heart.

After the waiter brought the ordered food to the table, Fang Xu said as if he remembered something: "By the way, this is for you, this is the umbrella I have never returned to you." ”

He handed a box to Song Lanxi, Song Lanxi took the box, and felt that the weight was wrong, so he opened it and looked at it, in addition to the umbrella, there was also a finely packaged rose and a stack of Jay Chou's CDs.

"What is this?" The corners of her mouth curled up, and she asked in surprise.

"It's ...... I bought it by the way," Fang Xu's face couldn't help but feel a little hot, "I don't know if you like it or not." ”

"Yes, I like it."

"Huh?" Fang Xu was surprised, and his face became even redder.

"I mean, I love the rose and the CD."

She casually tossed her hair to the side, revealing her beautiful and sexy collarbones, and in the dim light, she was like a partigo.

"Miss Song...... Lanxi, if you like it, it's fine. ”

She looked at his overwhelmed expression and suddenly felt that he was so silly and cute.

"Are you surprised that in this day and age, who still listens to CDs?"

"I'm not surprised at all, I think it's very lively."

Song Lanxi nodded with a smile, making the action of cutting steak in her hand.

"This steak is quite famous in this restaurant, you can try it."

"It tastes pretty good." She looked up at him, her voice soft, "Fang Xu, what do you usually like to eat?" ”

"I don't have a particular favorite food, so I usually cook according to my mood."

"Wow, Fang Xu, you can also cook?" Song Lanxi rolled her lively and agile eyes, and as soon as this sentence came out, her good impression of him doubled.

"Yes," he nodded slightly, his tone calm and confident, "studying cooking is my interest." ”

"That'...... Can you tell me, the kitchen blaster, about your heroic deeds in the kitchen, I'd like to hear it. ”

"Of course."

As he told her the memories of his cooking, she smiled at his successes and saddened at his failures.

"You're such a good cook," she fluttered her big eyes, "can you cook for me next time?" ”

What?!

Can I cook for her?!

A shy smile appeared on Fang Xu's face, and he quickly said, "If you don't dislike it, of course you can." ”

Next, Song Lanxi told him about the beauty work, which made Fang Xu very relaxed, happily listening to her complaints and feelings, and expressing her own opinions.

"It's been a tough time for you."

Thinking that she had suffered so much, Fang Xu couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Although she is a blogger with millions of followers, she has also experienced ups and downs along the way.

In today's online world, there is a lot of slander and complaining about people.

Once they find the target of the attack, they scramble to start blaming the other person, they can't create anything, they don't think about it at all, they don't take any responsibility, they start to spit fragrant mouths, and they constantly cause trouble to others.

She has a bright personality, but he thinks maybe it's because of her work, she can't be cheerful and happy, otherwise she would have drowned in people's words a long time ago.

"It's okay, those bad words, you can get used to it when you look at it."

Her tone was bright, but there was helplessness in her eyes.

——

An Yao is sorting out the outdoor photos she took, and she wants to choose one of them to use as a sketch for her next painting.

She chose a photograph from the transparent box in which it was placed, and the subject of the photograph was a sailboat.

The sailboat is sailing in the rushing waves, and a few carrier pigeons land on the sails in the sky, adding a kind of beauty to the picture of struggling forward.

She happily found a sketchbook, a pencil and a black pen, then placed the picture at the right height and began to sketch what she hadn't drawn for a long time.

Although she already knows a variety of types of drawing, she has a soft spot for sketching.

Sketching is not like other types of painting to pursue a lot of details, it is not complicated, but you can quickly draw the feelings in your heart, but most buyers order oil paintings, so she can only devote herself to sketching when she is free.

Just after she finished the outline with a pencil, she saw Yang Zhexuan walking here through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Yang Zhexuan just walked aimlessly, without a fixed destination, and unconsciously walked to the door of the art gallery.

He hesitated and walked inside.

"Hello, Rongle Hotel has no art gallery orders recently." An Yao's tone carried her unique coldness.

"I know, I just wanted to come and have a look." Yang Zhexuan said politely.

An Yao felt that he had changed a little, compared with the first time they met, this time his expression was obviously lonely, but it was not abrupt on his face, as if the loneliness was innate.