Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 37 This is not you
Pei Zhihan looked over indifferently, "Stay well at Pei's house until the child is born."

"I did not do it on purpose.But at this time, he explained that it was because of Luo Mingxuan's procrastination, so I'm afraid it will become darker and darker.

"Why did you come back at this time?" Hong Jiaqi put the Kun bag on the sofa. Usually, Pei Zhihan is usually at the company at this time.

"I don't think I need to report my affairs to you." Pei Zhihan said without raising his head, looking at the Evening News in his hand.

Well, their topic can't go on.As for her brother's wedding, she couldn't bring it up again, Luo Mingxuan, this time I was really hurt by you.

After lunch, Pei Zhihan had no intention of leaving. It seemed that he was not busy today, and he was going to spend it at home.Hong Jiaqi took advantage of the evening and went to the courtyard when it was not so hot outside. The rays of the setting sun shone on the wisteria and dill trees, and the colors were beautiful.

Hong Jiaqi strolled beside the wisteria tree, looking at the luxuriant wisteria flowers blooming in the tree in front of her, when the evening wind blew, many petals fluttered down one after another, and some of them rose into the air with the wind and were soon caught Blow away, without a trace.

Hong Jiaqi looked at the disappearing petals, and felt that this is how people live sometimes. When you have no resistance, you can only float with the wind and fall wherever you want, and you can't help it.

The purple petals in the palm of the hand are lying quietly, as if a life has passed away, so light and heavy, in half a month, the flowering period of the wisteria will pass, and if you want to see the wisteria in full bloom again, you can only Wait until next year.

Pei Zhihan was also looking at the wisteria flowers, but he was standing in the living room, looking through the glass at the figure standing outside, Hong Jiaqi who was hidden in the rain of wisteria petals, her thin and slender figure looked so Light and fluttering, as if the wind would be blown away, but she stood so strong, letting the wind lift her long hair and skirt, looking up at the sky as if thinking about something, the picture is beautiful It made him think of her involuntarily.

She is a sentimental person, during the countless days with her, she likes to think about things standing under the wisteria tree.

Often stay for hours at a time, and his favorite is...

Pei Zhihan looked down at the drawing board placed on the high shelf in the corner. It was covered with a white cloth and hadn't been used for a long time.

But this time, he walked over and lifted the white cloth like a ghost, and the servants quickly brought brushes and paints.

The painting that he could draw with his eyes closed seems to be deep in his memory, and he can take the opportunity quickly, but Hong Jiaqi came in before he could paint it.Looking at the thin and small figure among the petals all over the sky, he thought that he was standing among the petals just now, could he be painting himself?

She found that when Pei Zhihan was doing something seriously, he was more attractive than ever. The graceful lines of his face, his concentrated expression, and his three-dimensional and profound facial features were all fascinating.

After coming here for so long, it was the first time for her to see Pei Zhihan's paintings.But before this, she never knew that Pei Zhihan could paint, and he could paint so well, especially when she saw that the painting that was originally only black and white had become a mature painting under the influence of his pigments. Zi-colored petals, purple skirts, fluttering petals, fluttering hair, fluttering skirts, the nobility of people, the dying of petals, the elegance of people, the melancholy back of looking up at the sky...the painting has feelings, the petals have feelings, people have feelings, and Is the person who drew these more affectionate?
Hong Jiaqi stared at Pei Zhihan for an unknown amount of time, until Pei Zhihan turned her head to look at her, and she realized in astonishment that her face was flushed when she lowered her head.

"This isn't you." Pei Zhihan said without warmth, put down the paint pen and left.

(End of this chapter)