Admit it, you're heartbroken

Chapter 179 Painting Exhibition
The relationship between the two seems to have eased a lot, but it still feels like it hasn't returned to the previous state.

Zheng Ziyue was walking on the way home from get off work, next to Zhou Yixu.

From time to time, she glanced at Zhou Yixu from the corner of her eye, deliberating whether to speak or not.

Zhou Yixu's eyes stayed on the girl all the time, seeing her lips move, but when he turned his eyes away, he didn't say anything, his beautiful eyebrows were still slightly furrowed.

This little tangled look is so cute, I couldn't help laughing, and asked softly, "You have something to say to me?"

Zheng Ziyue was struggling in her heart, a pleasant voice poured down from the top of her head, and the words stuck in her throat were spit out.

"Saturday is my birthday, are you free?"

As soon as Zheng Ziyue said this, she regretted it in her heart, how could a boy not attend his girlfriend's birthday, his momentum was weak!
Seeing the girl turned into anger after inviting him from embarrassment, Zhou Yixu's eyes were full of doting, and he patted her on the head, "If there are no accidents in Corey, of course I'm free."

Listening to her words, Zheng Ziyue twitched the corners of her lips.

As I said before, as long as I make an appointment, I will be free.

Now it depends on whether there is any accident in the department. If there is no accident, there will be an accident.

Suppressing the little emotions in her heart, Zheng Ziyue also knows that there are many things in the emergency department, and it is not appropriate to have such a small temper.

I had no choice but to sigh sullenly, and continued to walk towards the house.

Seeing that the girl's interest had obviously dropped a lot, Zhou Yixu couldn't help but hold her back and told her that he had already adjusted the time.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and when she held her cool little hand, the impulse in her heart was suppressed again.

Zheng Ziyue turned her head, glared at him and was about to break free,

However, he saw that the old god was grabbing his hand, putting it in his pocket, and dragging himself into the wonton shop on the corner of the street without looking sideways.

"I'm hungry." Zhou Yixu looked at the awkward little wild cat amusedly, and ordered two wontons.

While waiting for her to get off work in the hospital, I heard her stomach growling.

After feeding his little Crescent Moon, he sent him to the house before turning back.

In order to watch a painting exhibition without distraction, Zheng Ziyue has been actively busy with publicizing the work in the past few days, and finished Saturday's work ahead of schedule.

Sure enough, if there is no accident, there will be an accident. Zhou Yixu has been busy in the emergency department for most of the day and there is no one to see.

Zheng Ziyue dressed up carefully and sat at home. She didn't receive a WeChat reply for a long time. She lowered her eyes to hide her disappointment, opened the bedroom door and walked out.

As soon as I came to the living room, I saw that my father had prepared a cake for me. There was a smell of rice in the dining room, and tears flowed down from the corners of my mouth.

When Tang Xiaoxiang arrived, the table was already filled with sumptuous delicacies.

"One thing to say, Uncle Zheng's cooking skills are better than the chef's. I eat the meals cooked by my aunt at home every day, and I feel that it is far worse than Uncle Zheng's."

Tang Xiaoxiang washed his hands and rushed into the restaurant. Looking at the stir-fried swimming crab on the table, the gluttons in his stomach came out.

"Why don't you see Xiao Zhou?" Zheng Gang brought the cake over, looked at the quiet door, and asked.

The smile on Zheng Ziyue's face faded, "The emergency department is too busy."

"Yes, work is important." Zheng Gang patted his daughter on the shoulder reassuringly.

Are you always free after work?I put my chance of performance until noon.

In previous years, it was Tang Xiaoxiang, Chen Xuan and his father who accompanied Zheng Ziyue to light candles and eat cakes.

Maybe it was because she got out of the order this year, Chen Xuan deliberately avoided suspicion, sent a big red envelope on WeChat and said a few words of blessing, and it was over.

Zheng Ziyue lit the candle, made a wish amidst the happy birthday of her best friend and dad, and then blew out the candle in one breath.

After eating and drinking enough, the two girls were kicked out by Zheng Gang.

"It can be seen that Uncle Zheng wants to spend your birthday with you, but he also wants you to go out and have fun." Looking back at the closed door, Tang Xiaoxiang grabbed his best friend's neck.

"I know, my dad has a lot of ideas. Hey, tell me, do you want to persuade my dad to find another aunt? How lonely is he?"

Zheng Ziyue nodded, how could her father fail to see the painstaking efforts she has made for her all these years.

I was afraid that he would think too much, so I cooperated every time.

"Hey, I'll introduce some gentle and beautiful aunts to Uncle Zheng when I'm free."

The two walked into the elevator without a formality, got into Tang Xiaoxiang's car and went straight to the art exhibition.

Sitting in the co-pilot, watching the art exhibition tickets handed over by my best friend.

"Huh? There is also a cake drawn on this ticket." Zheng Ziyue held the ticket. The paper was very textured. On the light brown ticket, there was a beautiful cake hooked in gold.

On the back of the ticket, only the address of the exhibition was written in the corner, nothing else was written.

Tang Xiaoxiang drove the car, glanced at the tall tickets, felt guilty and didn't say anything, and secretly read two words, Saobao.

"Where is this art exhibition held? Whose paintings are on display?"

Zheng Ziyue looked at the tickets left and right, but didn't see anything famous. Why didn't there even be an introduction brochure?
Moreover, it seems that I haven't heard of any major painter who will hold an art exhibition in Shangyang City recently.

Tang Xiaoxiang just smiled mysteriously, "She is a very good painter! This is her first art exhibition, and you will know it when you go there."

Zheng Ziyue raised her eyebrows, "Huh? First time?"

Is there any rookie recently?Is it something I missed?
With strong curiosity, Zheng Ziyue took out her mobile phone and opened the webpage, searched, but found no results.

After cutting out, he went back to the WeChat interface and took a look. Zhou Yixu's chat box was quiet.

The news between the two of them was just that Zhou Yixu sent a happy birthday at midnight, and he replied good morning.

With a melancholy sigh, Zheng Ziyue leaned her head against the car window in a daze.

At some point, the car had already parked in the parking lot of the Wenhua Building in the west of the city.

Today is a fine day, as soon as Zheng Ziyue opened the car door, the bright sun shone down, making it very warm.

"Let's go." Tang Xiaoxiang took her best friend and walked towards the building. Huo Xiaoyun was waiting at the door, holding an exquisite gift box in his hand.

Seeing them appear, Huo Xiaoyun's eyes lit up, and he quickly came to Tang Xiaoxiang's side, and then handed over the gift box in his hand, "Meatball head, happy birthday."

Seeing the Longines logo on the gift box, Zheng Ziyue was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Tang Xiaoxiang.

Tang Xiaoxiang smiled and stuffed the gift box into the hands of her best friend, then pushed her to go in quickly.

The Shangyang Wenhua Building is very bright and clean, with a spotless translucency from the ceiling to the floor, and she can even see her own reflection from the front, back, left, and right.

Zheng Ziyue glanced at the address on the ticket, the left exhibition hall on the first floor.

Turning your head to look to the left, there seems to be no one there!The bright corridors are empty, is there really an art exhibition?

Still, that painter is really so uninterested.

Accompanied by Tang Xiaoxiang and Huo Xiaoyun, Zheng Ziyue walked into the left exhibition hall.

As soon as she walked in and saw the paintings hanging on the wall, Zheng Ziyue froze in place, her fingers trembling slightly, and the ticket fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)