Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 345 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 36
The smile on Jiang Ce's face disappeared in an instant. He glanced at Lin Hui lightly, frowned slightly, then turned his head to look at Xue Zhi, "Know him?"

Xue Zhi didn't answer his question, but stared at Lin Hui intently, waiting for her answer.

"Senior Jiang Ce." Lin Hui looked up at him, her voice was soft and pitiful.

Xue Zhi's eyes changed, and he held Jiang Ce's hand, but Lin Hui in front of him didn't seem to intend to continue talking to Jiang Ce in front of Xue Zhi.

She stood reluctantly at Jiang Ce, and compared to Xue Zhi, she looked petty.

"Sister, can you avoid it for a while and let me have a few words with senior?" Lin Hui's eyes fell on Xue Zhi and Jiang Ce's tightly holding hands, her fingers slightly curled up, her throat was dry and she turned to Xue Zhi. explain.

Lin Hui's fair face was covered with a layer of light powder, her cheeks were hot, and she looked extremely shy.

Jiang Ce's dark eyes flickered, and he glanced at her expressionlessly, with a trace of impatience in his brows, but he didn't speak.

Xue Zhi looked at her steadily, and after confirming that Lin Hui was not joking, he smiled and said, "Why?"

When she was speaking, she let go of Jiang Ce's hand, and directly put her hand on his arm.

Jiang Ce looked down at her, as if he was so cute by her furry appearance, so he smiled lowly, and rubbed her head with his hand, "Don't be angry, I won't talk to her."

"boom--"

Lin Hui's body froze, and her mind was buzzing a little unconsciously.

The girls around who have been paying attention to this side have already laughed softly at Lin Hui's embarrassment.

Lin Hui's heart tightened, and she stood timidly in front of the two of them, blushing and looking up at Jiang Ce in a small voice, "Senior Jiang, don't you know me!?"

Now it's Xue Zhi's turn. She turned her head to look at Jiang Ce with a half-smile, with a strong sense of humor in her tone, "Do you know him?"

Jiang Ce frowned slightly, turned his head to take a serious look at Lin Hui, and then turned his head expressionlessly. He looked down at Xue Zhi, puffed his face quietly, and said in a tone of helplessness, " I really don't know."

It was as if he was trying to curry favor with Xue Zhi.

Lin Hui felt that this scene was extremely dazzling, but she still couldn't help but looked at Jiang Ce and said, "Senior, don't you really know each other? Think about it, we met at the Fuxi Art Exhibition three years ago. At that time, you I also said that my paintings are very aura, I am very talented... You still, you gave me your paintbrush, this one, this one, I always carry it with me..."

"Senior, I really, really like you, you are my role model, and also my motivation and hope for painting... I really want to meet you in my dreams, I..."

The girl's fair face was flushed, and her breathing was a little short. She was holding an old paintbrush, and her words were a little confused.

Xue Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked down at the paintbrush in Lin Hui's hand, which seemed to be a brand often used by Jiang Ce.

I really know each other.

She put away her smile slightly, the smile on her face was shallow, but she still maintained a generous and decent posture.

Jiang Ce frowned and glanced at the brush in her hand, then lowered his head and said expressionlessly, "Thank you."

Lin Hui raised her head and sniffed, "Senior, you really don't remember me at all?"

Jiang Ce remained expressionless, "I give away too many brushes every year."

(End of this chapter)