Love You Forever

I put the slippers on the ground and tried them on. They were really comfortable. They were so soft that they didn't hurt me when I walked.

I sighed and put my slippers away.

Yang Jian was a smart man. He could tell at a glance whether I really accepted his gift or not. If I wore it, he would definitely be so concerned about me in the future. How could I afford his care? Forget it.

I asked Er De to bring me a cup of coffee. She put it down and stopped for a while. I asked, "What's the matter?"

"Chen Boss, that pair of slippers was given to you by Yang Boss. When I went shopping yesterday, I saw that Yang Boss was also shopping. I also asked a lot of shop assistants to try on her shoes. I wanted the most comfortable pair."

"Don't worry, go out." I interrupted her.

With an "Oh" sound, she pursed her lips and went out.

Although I call yang jian teacher yang, he is a man after all, I am a woman, he is so careful to me, I know what he wants to imply in my heart, I originally wanted to ignore these inexplicable feelings, Er De still had to bump into the gun to mention this matter.

I got off work early today and was going to Hai Yang's appointment.

Halfway through, Fu Jing called me and told me to go home early today. I knew which home he was talking about. "I have something to do today. I don't know what time I'll be back."

"I'll wait for you." His voice was low, and every word struck my heart like a stone hammer.

I grunted coldly and put my phone in my bag.

I still remember when I first fell in love with Fu Jing, and I wanted to see him often. Every time I talked to him, I felt very happy. I listened to everything he taught me. It didn't matter if he used me as a gun. When I thought about it, how silly and innocent it was.

I used to place all my dreams and fantasies on love. I thought I could be a happy person, but I fell in love with a handsome and extraordinary man, but I couldn't be his only woman.

Now, no matter what I hear from Fu Jing, I can always stay sane and stop being the little woman beside him.

Unknowingly, I drove to the place Hai Yang gave me, a villa halfway up the mountain. I sat in the car and honked. The door of the villa opened automatically. I drove in and didn't get off until the steps.

"Chen Qing, here."

I turned to look at Hai Yang, who was walking over from the garden, with two white radishes in his hands, as if he had just pulled them out of the ground.

"You..." I was stunned for a second. Wasn't he a painter worth more than a hundred million yuan? How could it be such a strange painting style?

Hai Yang smiled at me. "Follow me."

He took me into his territory and threw the white radish on the ground. He took off his clothes and threw them aside, revealing the white house clothes inside. His coat was stained with soil in Shanghai.

"This is my place. Upstairs is my studio. I planted vegetables in the garden outside. It's all natural. I'll make it for you later." He was as welcoming as a guest.

"Okay." I answered, not forgetting my identity.

Tonight, he bought me.

Hai Yang took the two white radishes and went to the kitchen to work. About ten minutes later, he came out to tell me that the radish and sparerib soup had been stewed and asked me what else I wanted to eat. When I said I wasn't hungry, he said he wasn't either.

He talked to me about painting. I'm not interested. I'm interested in Ning Jing becoming his student.

"You said Ning Jing. I saw her painting by chance and thought she was very talented. Just as she came to my class again, I sent her to my studio to be a student." Hai Yang's smile was as pure as a child's and did not regard herself as a master at all.

Other masters accepted apprentices to choose the best days and days to serve tea, and he was as casual as buying something.

I said, "Ning Jing really likes drawing and your work, and she always says that you have achieved so much at such a young age and are worthy of admiration."

"Am I younger than you?" Hai Yang teased.

"It's not much younger than a few years. It's still light." I talked to him more, and my tone became relaxed.

After chatting for more than an hour, he said that his radish soup was ready, and he was busy serving me a bowl to taste. I said it tasted good, and he smiled like a child, praising his radish again.

After drinking his soup, it was already dark. I asked him, "Do you want to draw?"

Hai Yang grunted and frowned, "But what if I don't have inspiration now? How about I show you my studio?"

I nodded and followed him upstairs.

The moment he pushed the door open, I was stunned. For the first time, I realized so clearly how artless I was, because the room was full of radishes that I really couldn't appreciate.

"Do you like carrots?" I smiled awkwardly.

"No, it's the only one in my garden these days. I'm just painting and playing. Otherwise, you can model for me. I want to paint you." His eyes sparkled.

I have no objection. "How do you want to draw?"

Deep in thought, he ran into a pile of paintings to look for them. "I found them."

He took out a sketch, and the person on it looked very much like me. I looked at it several times before I recognized it as me.

"Do you think so? The last time we met, you appeared before my eyes."

"It really does." I raised the corner of my mouth and scratched my head. "But I'm not an expert. I can't tell if it's good or bad. I think you've done a good job."

Hai Yang handed the painting to me and straightened the easel. "I like that expression."

The expression just now? Before I could think of it, he had already started writing. I leaned over to him and took a look. A face had already formed.

After a while, a dull and adorable me appeared. Hai Yang put the pen to his ear and smiled at me, "Awesome."

I gave him a thumbs-up. Although I couldn't see it, I could feel that he was great. Hai Yang didn't give up until he finished drawing a pair. He took my hand and walked out. Looking at our hands, I felt a little disappointed.

He took me to another room, and I was stunned when I entered. There was a painting in the middle of the room, one of my paintings, and one of the colors.

"This painting was painted when you saved me and I came back. You may not know that this painting has won many awards and is worth more than the 50 million I lent you." Hai Yang said to me as if he was secretly offering a treasure.

I smiled. "That's what you did. I was so ugly back then, and my hair was messy."

"But it's very kind. This painting is the only one I have more than my sister."

"Your sister? Do you paint too?" I studied the painting carefully.

Hai Yang grunted. "Yeah, her name is Hai Tang. She owns a studio, and she's a little famous."

My hand gave a thump, and all the blood rushed to my head...