After school, Xiao Yuanchen went home first if he had something to do, and Cao Aiqian went to the studio alone, at this time it was already about half past six in the evening.

The door of the studio was open, Cao Aiqian pushed the door open and walked in, and saw Chen Luoxing sneakily rummaging in front of her drawing board to find something, and saw Cao Aiqian walking in, and dropped a few pieces of manuscript paper in a panic.

"What are you doing?!" Cao Aiqian asked unhappily.

"I didn't ...... Didn't do anything. Chen Luoxing hurriedly packed up the fallen manuscript paper and hid it, and said, "One of my paintings has been dropped, I'll come to the studio to look for it." "

Cao Ai ignored her with disdain, walked straight to the easel and sat down, and began to prepare for today's manuscript, thinking to herself while painting, once she rented a house, she didn't have to quietly run to the school studio to complete the manuscript.

Chen Luoxing picked up the paintbrush, secretly doubting in his heart, but his face was silent.

The studio was very quiet, except for the breathing of the two of them, there was only the rustle of their paintings, and Chen Luoxing secretly observed Cao Aiqian from the mirror.

"Cao Aiqian, why are you suddenly keen on painting?" Chen Luoxing said suddenly.

"Well, so what?" Cao Ai didn't raise his head shallowly, and his tone was careless.

Chen Luoxing touched the ash of his nose, and said in a somewhat unhappy tone: "Isn't there something unsightly." ”

Seeing that Cao Aiqian ignored her, she had another plan, and took her own sketch and prepared to ask Cao Aiqian's opinion, so that she knew what she was doing quietly in the studio every day.

However, before she could take a few steps, Cao Aiqian interrupted her coldly: "What are you doing here?" Cao Ai was extremely indifferent, and seemed to see her who was pampered and domineering before.

Seeing her expression, Chen Luoxing's heart was a little stunned, but he still pretended to be indifferent and said, "Cut, I just want to ask you about painting, why are you making such a fuss." "

Chen Luoxing returned to his seat and sat down, thinking that he must find a chance to know what Cao Aiqian was painting, and said to himself with a disdainful face: "Is it possible that only in front of Xiao Yuanchen can he pretend to be a gentle little white flower." ”

Cao Ai didn't bother to pay attention to her, and walked out of the studio with the sketch to go to the bathroom, only to find that it was raining heavily outside, the sky was completely dark, and the streets of the school were empty, and there were no people.

At this time, she was secretly happy in her heart, thanks to Aunt Liu who prepared an umbrella for her in the morning, or she was going to be drenched in soup.

When Cao Aiqian returned to the studio, Chen Luoxing had already left, she finished packing up her painting tools and was about to take out the umbrella from her backpack, but found that the umbrella was missing.

She looked through the entire bag with some eagerness and still didn't find it, and she clearly remembered that the umbrella had not been taken out since it was put in the backpack.

So, the result is, could it be that Chen Luoxing deliberately took away her umbrella?

She couldn't care so much, she took out her mobile phone and looked at it, the phone was seriously low and had been turned off, and now she had to run to the school gate to take a taxi.

However, the school studio building is far away from the school gate, and she is not worried that she will get wet, but such a heavy rain will inevitably wet her drawings tonight.

She put the sketch in the innermost layer of her school bag, then took off her coat and wrapped it in the bag, and plunged headlong into the heavy rain.

Cao Aiqian sat in a taxi, she was wearing a blue and white dress, a pair of canvas shoes, her hair was very dense but there were already dripping water, she looked at her skirt and shoes wet by the rain, and felt a little flustered.

Fortunately, her drawings did not get wet, and soon the taxi drove to Cao's villa, and Cao Ai met Cao Kouwen, who had just returned from work.

One was not careful, and the whole person fell into his arms, making his clothes wet a lot.

Cao Aiqian raised her head, her cheeks were red, and she whispered, "Yes...... I'm sorry. "

Cao Kouwen looked puzzled, reached out and rubbed her head, and asked gently, "Why did you only come back now?" Messing it up? "

Cao Aiqian's eyes turned to the villa, and she said, "I just ...... ...... just now"

"It just rained?" Cao Kouwen saw something dodging in her eyes, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, "I'll send you back to the room." "

"Hmm...... Well. Cao Aiqian nodded.

Cao Kouwen took her into the house, he took off his coat and draped it on Cao Aiqian: "Go take a hot bath, I'll ask Aunt Liu to boil you a bowl of ginger soup." ”

"Hmm!" Cao Aiqian nodded again.

When she returned to her bedroom, before closing the door, she saw Cao Kouwen standing at the top of the stairs still looking at her worriedly.

She gently closed the door and walked to the bathroom, undressing her wet clothes and draining the water.

The water was flowing, but her heart was empty.

When Cao Aiqian came out of the shower, there was a bowl of ginger soup on the table. The ginger soup gave off a strong ginger flavor, and she couldn't help but scoop a spoonful of it and drink it, then put the empty bowl aside and grabbed a magazine on the bookcase.

Lying on the soft bed, Cao Ai looked at the sky outside the window with her eyes open, but her heart was dazed and irritable. She couldn't figure out how the Space-Time Administrator could choose someone like her to promote economic development.

Gradually, the memories began to spread: she remembered that her mother died in childbirth from birth, her father subsequently married a new aunt and had a new child, she had a bad relationship with her stepmother during the rebellious period of junior high school, and often had conflicts, so she ran to live at her grandmother's house in a fit of anger, and she thought that her father would come to pick her up, but she only waited for her father's acquiescence.

Since then, she has lived with her grandmother, and she has always liked to draw, and the high tuition fees for painting are all earned by her grandmother by running a small supermarket.

At the age of 23, she worked as an interior designer for an architectural decoration company and had a small savings of her own. Once the company selected outstanding designers to go abroad to see design exhibitions, she won this opportunity with the first performance. The first time I took a foreign plane, I had an accident and came to this parallel time and space.