Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 316 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 7
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Xue Zhi was slightly taken aback, and the boy looked up at her impatiently, "Leave the things."

Xue Zhi walked over slowly and put the shopping bag beside him, said "oh" softly, stepped back, and added, "I'll be back soon."

The young man behind him didn't continue to speak. His eyes fell on the painting again, and he raised his hand to outline it intently.

This time, Xue Zhi came back very quickly.

When Xiao ran to Jiang Ce's side, her chest was still rising and falling slightly.

Jiang Ce closed his notebook, pursed his lips lightly, and took the card handed over by Xue Zhi, "Don't be in such a hurry next time."

Xue Zhi nodded, but didn't listen.

After all, it is a traditional virtue of the nation not to bother others, and it will be disgusted to keep people waiting for so long.

Jiang Ce looked down at her, and said softly, "Let's go."

Xue Zhi consciously took the shopping bag she had just put aside, nodded heavily, "En!"

……

Jiang Ce's home seemed to be far away, and they had wasted a lot of effort when they got home, and... when she was sitting in the car, she seemed to have accidentally fallen asleep leaning on the shoulder of the young man next to her.

The boy didn't seem to be unhappy, but Xue Zhi felt a little embarrassed. She raised her eyes and looked at him cautiously, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's fine if there's no drooling.

If she drools, she will really be ashamed to act as a model for him.

Xue Zhi followed Jiang Ce with a shopping bag in his hand. He lived in a very secluded place, as if in the outskirts of the city.

She followed behind the boy and looked at the surrounding scene and couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth slightly.

The original owner's family lived in the east of the city.

His family lives in the west of the city.

What was it that attracted him to cross a city in the middle of the night to paint in the east of the city?

It was almost eleven o'clock when they went to the supermarket just now, and now it took so long to come back from such a far place, it should be one or two o'clock now.

so fascinated...

What is it that makes a talented painter with autism toss like this in the middle of the night?
Is it love?
Is it the responsibility?

Xue Zhi thinks neither.

She followed behind the boy and sighed softly.

His name is Jiang Ce.

Maybe it was fate, she thought.

"Snapped--"

After opening the door, he raised his hand and turned on the light, and the whole room became brightly lit.

Xue Zhi popped a head behind him, and she stared into it with wide eyes, "It's so beautiful."

The walls in the living room are painted colorful, but it doesn't make people feel messy and irritable.

The walls are painted in light blue, which is a clear light blue sea.

On the beach, a young man stood alone by the sea and looked at the sea. The breeze blew his broken hair flying.

Jiang Ce glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, and closed the door behind her behind him.

Xue Zhi walked in, and there was a tree in the living room, surrounded by large green plants, it was like being in a forest when one walked in.

Truly an artist's home!
"You can choose the room on the third floor." The young man naturally took the shopping bag and medicine bag in her hand, looked up at it, and briefly introduced, "The first room on the second floor is the studio, and the last room is my studio. The room, and the kitchen is around that door, you can use it as you like."

Xue Zhi didn't listen to his words at all...

Because he just took the shopping bag in her hand, and his slightly cold fingertips gently rubbed against her palm, like a kitten's paw, a little seductive.

(End of this chapter)