Misunderstanding the unspoken rules of the president

After the exhibition, some of Qingyou's paintings were honored to be selected by the museum and will continue to be exhibited in the museum for one month.In this way, Qingyou has a more sufficient reason to stay. She knows Zhou Han, and if she is too anxious, it will have counterproductive effects. It is better to wait quietly. Zhou Han's trustworthiness and sense of responsibility are exactly the reasons why he created the Tianhan Kingdom. Fundamentally, since this is the case, why should I be in a hurry?She is a smart woman, so she naturally knows how to evade at the right time.

Yang Yifeng came to the hotel early in the morning to look for Qingyou, "Qingyou, Zhou Han found you a house in the suburbs, it should be very suitable for you to paint, I will help you move there."

"A house?" Qingyou felt lost for a while, why are you looking for a house for me, you just don't want me to disturb you? "Okay, I'm planning to look for it too~"

"Then pack up quickly, I'll be your free coolie today." After speaking, Yang Yifeng added earnestly, "Qingyou, that's the place for you..."

Of course Qingyou understood the meaning of his words, forced a smile, "Well, I know!"

The car drove into a European-style villa on the seashore in the suburbs. It was quiet and fresh, facing the sea.Qingyou is naturally very happy, Zhou Han still understands her, thinking this way can somewhat make up for the loss just now.

Yang Yifeng stopped the car, walked out of the car, spread his hands, and breathed the air here, "Qingyou, this place is so beautiful, Zhou Han still understands your mind."

"Hehe..." It would be even better if he could live here with me, I hope this day will not be far away.

Yang Yifeng thought silently, Qingyou, I know you better than Zhou Han, why can't you look at me?

"Don't be in a daze, go in and have a look!" Qingyou urged, walking to the box in the trunk.

"Oh," Yang Yifeng took the box in her hand, "I'll come, you go and open the door!"

Qingyou turned the key as carefully as if opening a magic gift box. The layout inside did not disappoint her. The large floor-to-ceiling windows, simple and warm decoration, the spacious hall and the specially designed studio are integrated, full of strong artistic atmosphere .

Qingyou saw the silver-white piano in the hall at once. She walked to the piano and gently stroked the specks of dust on it with her fingers.She sat down slowly, opened the piano cover, and touched the keys. The piano made a clear and pleasant sound, and she played it unconsciously.

The memories of five years ago played back in her mind like a film reel.Zhou Han sat beside her and listened to her playing quietly. He would take the opportunity to make trouble and deliberately played a few times with his hands, but she was still able to finish playing a song with a smile, and it was still melodious.

Qingyou played the tune from that year, her technique was very jerky, her hands belonged to the oil painting now; she turned her head, her side was empty, Zhou Han was not there, Zhou Han now belonged to Ning Xiaxia, her tears could not help but flow down...

"Qingyou, what's the matter?" Yang Yifeng asked with concern, wasn't he fine just now, why did he cry while playing?

"I miss Zhou Han!" Qingyou stopped, looking at the man who loved her deeply with teary eyes, "Yifeng, help me make an appointment with Zhou Han next time, just say come here for dinner, then I can see him gone."

Yang Yifeng uttered a word helplessly, "Okay!"

"Hehe," Qingyou turned to look at the piano with empty eyes, "Let's call everyone..." Isn't it just three months, I've been waiting for five years, not less than three months!

Yang Yifeng didn't speak, just nodded, carrying her suitcase upstairs, Qingyou wiped away her tears and followed behind.

"Yifeng, I'm sorry..." Qingyou knew Yang Yifeng's mind, she shouldn't always ask him to do this or that unconditionally.

Yang Yifeng ignored it, and opened a room directly, "The one facing south should be the master bedroom." He put down the suitcase, "It's spacious and bright, and you can see the sea."

"Yifeng, I'm sorry," Qingyou continued, "I don't want to lose you too, I didn't want to use you..."

Yang Yifeng turned his head to face the apologetic Qingyou, suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder as if losing his mind, and pressed her on the bed.

"Yifeng..." Qingyou exclaimed, "What are you doing?..."