Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 321 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 12
Xue Zhi's eyes widened suddenly, can he still talk?
Doesn't this really affect him?
May I ask if you are the painter Jiang Ce himself?

Jiang Ce didn't hear the voice for a while, and slowly raised his head to look at her, "Nothing to say?"

Xue Zhi stared at him blankly, shook his head immediately, then slightly pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know Lin Hui...?"

She asked very carefully, looking timid.

The boy looked up at her.

Xue Zhi immediately said, "I didn't mean to listen to your call... I'm... I know Lin Hui, so I'm curious and have no other intention."

The person sitting in front of the drawing board slightly raised his eyebrows, then lowered his eyebrows to look at the painting in front of him, with a lazy and indifferent voice, "I don't know."

"Then..." Xue Zhi bit his lip subconsciously, it seemed that he couldn't ask anything.

But what to do, she really wants to know what kind of relationship he has with that fairy step-sister of hers...

Jiang Ce picked up a pen and drew on the paper. He glanced at the girl over there, then looked away, and looked at the drawing board in front of him with his head tilted. "But some people say we know each other."

Xue Zhi suddenly looked up at him.

He said it lightly, but in fact, the "someone said" should be much more serious than this "knowledge", it is absolutely impossible to be as simple as just knowing.

Seeing that the girl was slightly dazed, the boy raised his eyes to look at her, then lowered his eyes and said casually, "He also said that I introduced her to my teacher."

Jiang Ce's teacher...

Xue Zhi seems to have heard of it.

It is said that the old gentleman is the most prestigious painting master in China, and he seems to be 60 years old this year.

Most importantly, I heard that when he accepted Jiang Ce as his disciple, he said that Jiang Ce would be his last disciple.

It has been announced long ago that he is a closed disciple, and now it is said that the closed disciple introduced a girl to the teacher...

If such rumors spread...

The taste in the eyes of outsiders is different.

Seeing that Xue Zhi didn't speak, the person over there continued to paint without raising his head and said to her, "How do you know her?"

Xue Zhi opened his mouth, his voice was slightly dry, "...she is my stepsister."

Jiang Ce raised his eyes and glanced at her. He felt that she looked uncomfortable when she mentioned her step-sister, so he didn't ask any further questions, and continued to draw with lowered eyes.

He painted for a whole afternoon, and at the end of the day, the painting was not finished.

But Xue Zhi was already a little hungry.

Her dietary preference has always been more towards Chinese food, sandwiches are really not used to her...

Jiang Ce was a little selfless when he was drawing. Originally, he didn't intend to end, but just when he was about to put down his pen and prepare to readjust, he heard a strange voice from somewhere.

"Goo-"

Xue Zhi blushed.

What kind of human suffering is this? Why is my stomach growling so loudly? It's so embarrassing.

Just when she was trying to hide that the sound was not coming from her, her stomach let out another cry:
"Goo-"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as quiet as if the cicadas outside had stopped.

Xue Zhi slowly raised his head to look at the person sitting across from him.

The man leaned back slightly, his dark and beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a rare smile in his eyes. His thin lips parted slightly, "You are hungry."

Xue Zhi's fair cheeks were dyed crimson, he looked down at the soles of his feet and whispered, "...Yes, yes."

(End of this chapter)