Admit it, you're heartbroken

As soon as the blog was updated, the fans immediately became active, and the comments quickly came out.

"I knew, my husband and Koala won't be!"

"Wow! Did Xiao Yueya read our private messages? That's great! She listened to the fans' reminders!"

"I'm relieved to see that Little Crescent is still updating. After all, the flower of Gaoling doesn't actually have such a gentle side. It's good to read comics and fantasize about it!"

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Just as Zheng Ziyue was interacting with the fans, Tang Xiaoxiang's BMW had already parked in front of the Shangyang International Shopping Mall.

She never chooses gifts for her mother from Wanjin City. In her words, it is meaningless to give her own things to her family. If she wants to give it, she can give it to someone else.

By the way, let's see what good things other people have that we don't have!
Last year's gift was a handicraft made by Xiaoxiang and himself. Unfortunately, today both of them have their own affairs to attend to, and they don't have much time to prepare carefully.

What should I give this year?
Zheng Ziyue followed Tang Xiaoxiang, thinking secretly.

"Let's go, let's go eat something first, and then work when we are full."

Walking and walking, the two followed the smell of rice to the top floor.

Tang Xiaoxiang looked at the dazzling restaurants, smiled and discussed with his best friend what to eat, completely ignoring Huo Xiaoyun's bitter wailing in WeChat.

Unaccompanied Huo decided to come to the People's Hospital and find Zhou Yixu, who was also unaccompanied, to have lunch together.

When he came to the door, Zhou Yixu looked at him lightly.

You seem to be coming to me too diligently recently.

"I'm here today because of you! I just saw Wanzitou go shopping with someone else."

Huo Xiaoyun gritted his teeth, but Zhou Yixu remained unmoved.

"Hey, I didn't fool you, there are pictures and evidence."

Huo Xiaoyun didn't give up, waved the phone in his hand and said, there was a photo on the screen.

Zheng Ziyue was vaguely seen in the photo, and was taken away before he could see it clearly.

Sure enough, Zhou Yixu frowned.

In the morning, I only saw her send herself a WeChat message saying that she would not come because of something, but she didn't say why.

She is at the age when she loves beauty, so she should like to go shopping.

But who did he go with?Male or female?Good friends are still...

Once cranky thoughts get out of hand.

Seeing his good brother's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, Huo Xiaoyun suppressed a smile strongly, took out his mobile phone and put it in front of Zhou Yixu.

In the photo, in the co-pilot seat next to Tang Xiaoxiang, Zheng Ziyue was looking at her mobile phone with silly joy.

Obviously Tang Xiaoxiang sent the selfie to Huo Xiaoyun.

Only then did Zhou Yixu's brows relax, and then he looked at Huo Xiaoyun coldly, and kicked his long legs out politely, but the kick was in vain.

Huo Xiaoyun had already expected that he would give him a hit, and jumped away, with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Who told your sister to abduct my sister again, I must commit this sword today!"

……

In the international shopping mall, the two discussed for a while, and Tang Xiaoxiang dragged Zheng Ziyue into a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.

The dishes came out quickly, and they were all very small and delicate.

Tang Xiaoxiang picked up a piece of cured radish cake and stuffed it into his mouth, then nodded, took a piece for his best friend, and said.

"I ordered an oil painting from abroad a month ago, but that painting is a semi-finished product, and you need to complete the rest."

"what?"

Zheng Ziyue raised her head with puffed cheeks, foreign paintings?
"It was a modern painter that my mother liked before. That person painted according to his mood. If he said he didn't want to paint, he would stop painting. He refunded half of the money to me, and then mailed the semi-finished product back. I'll have a look at it later."

Tang Xiaoxiang shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Among other things, Zheng Ziyue was still involved in the matter of painting.

For oil painting and watercolor painting, Zheng Ziyue is still very confident, but I really don't know what the painting style of the foreign artist is.

"Whose painting did you order?" Zheng Ziyue asked after thinking about it.

"What's it called, little Vercelli?" Tang Xiaoxiang tried hard to remember.

"Little Vecellio? Because the painting style and painting concept are the same as Titian Vecellio's, and he has also achieved certain achievements, so he calls himself Little Vecellio."

Titian Vecellio is the father of Western oil painting, and Zheng Ziyue's elective course is about him.

"That's right." Tang Xiaoxiang nodded repeatedly. She could say that she couldn't understand art.

After eating, the two rushed to the art gallery.

The store manager obviously knew Tang Xiaoxiang, and when he saw her, he immediately greeted her with a smile, "Miss Tang, the paintings and paints are ready."

Zheng Ziyue blinked at her best friend, it seems that today's birthday present was premeditated.

Tang Xiaoxiang gave her best friend a charming smile. Gifts in shopping malls are pricey, but Little Crescent Moon's paintings are priceless!
Two shop assistants carefully took out a drawing board, and a semi-finished oil painting appeared in front of them.

On the screen is a child lying on the grass, and there are two fluffy puppies next to it. The color matching is bold, although it is heavy, it is full of texture.

"Using color to create an image is indeed very fragrant." Zheng Ziyue took a careful look, and soon had an idea in his mind.

"Miss Tang is going to ask your friend to finish this painting?"

The store manager was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her early thirties and also knew a little bit of art. She looked at Tang Xiaoxiang thoughtfully.

"Give her everything." Tang Xiaoxiang nodded, she believed in the craftsmanship of a good girlfriend!

Not shy, Zheng Ziyue followed the clerk to a quiet semi-enclosed cubicle and sat down, with a touch of confidence on her face, she quickly entered the mood.

This little girl is very familiar with Titian's painting method, she is a good crafter!

The store manager came over curiously and looked at it for a while, then nodded involuntarily.

Suddenly, a young man in a gray suit walked over lightly and looked at the girl who was serious about painting.

The store manager raised his head and called softly, "Boss Luo!"

"Well, let's go over there and have a look." Luo Heng looked at Zheng Ziyue twice, and walked to the other side.

Zheng Ziyue vaguely heard a deep but pleasant male voice circling around her ears, but she was immersed in the creation in front of her, and didn't think much about it.

Tang Xiaoxiang wandered around the nearby shops.

The two stayed in the International Center until six o'clock in the evening, and then drove to Tang Xiaoxiang's house with the drawing board and cake bags.

Tang Xiaoxiang's family is not very far from the People's Hospital. The difference is that Zheng Ziyue's family lives in the complex attached to the People's Hospital, while Tang Xiaoxiang's family lives in the Mantingfang Villa area.

Man Ting Fang is probably the largest villa community in Shangyang City, and the people who can buy a house here are not ordinary rich people.

The security of the entire community is very strict, except for the owners, they are basically not allowed to come and go at will.

After Tang Xiaoxiang verified his identity with his fingerprints, he drove straight in.

The neighborhood was very quiet, and the sound of gurgling water could even be heard not far away. Tang Xiaoxiang's car drove into a yard after ten minutes.

The courtyard is lush with vegetation, and the air is full of strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. An antique four-story building is hidden behind two huge sweet-scented osmanthus trees.

Zheng Ziyue, who had been here many times already, bypassed a transparent flower house, and brought things to the door with ease.

"The two ladies are back!"

The girl who opened the door shouted into the room, and took the drawing board from Zheng Ziyue's hand by the way.

"This one is a bit heavy." Zheng Ziyue reminded.

Even though Zheng Ziyue has been here countless times, he will still be amazed by the elegant and luxurious decoration of the European-style palace in the house.

What is monstrous wealth?This is.

"I haven't seen my other daughter for a long time. Why are you taking so many things again? Are you tired?"

At this time, a woman in a white cheongsam came out, her hair was simply rolled up, and she exuded an elegant and gentle temperament.

This is Tang Xiaoxiang's mother, Sun Fei, who was a well-known pianist when she was young, but she never came back after getting married.

Under the care of Tang Xiaoxiang's father, Tang Ruoming, Sun Fei, who is nearly 50 years old, is still beautiful and moving. Time seems to have forgotten her, and her figure is graceful, showing the beauty of Chinese cheongsam to the fullest.

Including the overall decoration style of this building, it was also specially designed for Fei Sun. It can be said to be a model of a wife-loving madman.

"Aunt Fei," Zheng Ziyue greeted with a smile, "it's okay, it's not heavy."

"That's good, are you hungry? The meal is ready." Sun Fei gently stroked Zheng Ziyue's long hair, and led her to the restaurant.

"Your Uncle Zhou Nan's son, you must meet sometime!" In the restaurant, Tang Ruoming was talking to his daughter.