Prosperity for the rest of your life

Chapter 1785 The Girl in the Painting

When her gaze fell on her, Shi Weiyi's original heart couldn't stop beating, but the gaze was deep and heavy, so she had to move down along the gaze, and moved to the position locked by the gaze - her hand.

In her hand are the waste manuscripts picked up in the studio.

With a bit of embarrassment on his face, Shi Weiyi held the manuscript and looked at Han Shaochen uneasy, "Brother Han, I'm sorry, I went to your studio just now and saw a lot of drawings on the floor that you don't want, so I took a few out of curiosity. Look. Sorry, moved your stuff"

As Shi Weiyi said, he stretched out his hand in embarrassment, and handed over the waste manuscript.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but when she handed over the waste manuscript, Han Shaochen's mood changed instantly, even his brows frowned, and then disappeared quickly, his face returned to a cold look.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, a slender finger directly took the waste manuscript in Shi Weiyi's hand, without saying a word, strode on his long legs, and threw it directly into the trash can.

The movements and manners are done in one go, without the slightest hesitation or pause.

Shi Weiyi looked up at Han Shaochen in surprise, but saw his indifferent face, as if he didn't care about those waste manuscripts at all, as if those waste manuscripts were garbage to be thrown away.

Shi Weiyi didn't know what to do, but instead fell a little deeper into the trash can.

Inside, those discarded sketches, the actual final achievement is the painting hanging on the wall.

The person in the painting is a girl——

Shi Weiyi pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous. It could be seen that Brother Han, whom he met for the first time today, was in a very bad mood.

Xi Chengyi knew Han Shaochen much better than Shi Weiyi, and when he saw his appearance, he got up straight away, "I need you to accompany me and my sister to play tonight. And - well, don't think so much."

Han Shaochen could hear his comfort naturally, and replied "I'm fine" in a low voice.

Xi Chengyi nodded slightly, and greeted Weiyi: "Let's go, go home. This house belongs to Han."

Shi Weiyi hurriedly followed Xi Chengyi's pace. When passing by Han Shaochen, he wanted to ask if he still remembered what happened back then. Seeing his cold face, bad emotions were written on his face. Shi Weiyi Yi rejected her anxious thoughts in her heart.

"Brother Han, then I'll go back to Brother Chengyi first—" Shi Weiyi smiled at Han Shaochen.

Her smile was shallow, but very heart-warming. For a moment, Han Shaochen was in a daze. Soon, he regained his composure and nodded slightly at Shi Weiyi, "Welcome to Italy, and you must come back with a lot of fun."

"Okay." Shi Weiyi smiled, followed Xi Chengyi to the balcony.

When climbing over the balcony to return to Xi Chengyi's house, Shi Weiyi couldn't help looking into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I saw Han Shaochen's eyes looking at the trash can, holding the goblet in his hand and drank the wine in the glass again, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his face was deep.

"Yiyi, hurry up, what are you doing!"

Xi Chengyi, who had turned back home, said hello.

"Okay. Here we come." Shi Weiyi turned his head, turned to Xi Chengyi, and stopped looking at Han Shaochen.

As soon as she climbed onto the balcony, she heard a slap in the room. When she was climbing over the balcony, Weiyi saw Han Shaochen kick over the trash can from the corner of her eye, the coldness and coldness in her eyes were so deep.

It's just that those Leng Liang changed quickly when they saw the trash can that had fallen to the ground and things fell out, and their long bodies squatted down so quickly.

His slender fingers didn't stop at all, and he carefully picked up the things that fell out of the trash can. His profile was so dark that people couldn't see his emotions, let alone his thoughts.
(End of this chapter)