Mr Lu,You are my taste!

Her heart jumped. Of course, she knew what he wanted, but she couldn't give it.

She can't give him a pair of people or a harmonious life. She doesn't even dare to say that she loves him. What can she give him?

"What do you love me for? What am I worth your love? "

Timid, cowardly, aggressive, what is she worth his love?

"Never heard of it? You don't need any reason to love someone. "

He held her again, held her waist, turned her around, let her face him, and said: "if you refuse a person, maybe you will come up with thousands of reasons, but love, if you stand here, I will be happy, no reason."

Zhao Jian is speechless. In her eyes, painters are emotional and romantic, but she is full of copper smell, which doesn't match the tone at all.

Deep helpless in my heart, but I don't know what to say.

The man was holding her face with a smile, "what are you thinking about secretly? You won't tell me."

"Nothing." She said stiffly.

"No?"

"You'd better give me the design. I'm waiting for work."

"Then you have to give me something sweet, don't you?"

"Anything sweet?"

Ji Rufeng thinks about it and nods. Whether it's a kiss or something, it's very good.

"Here you are!" She quickly thrust the invitation into his hand. "Give me the design. Come on."

Ji Rufeng is confused.

He looked down and looked at the invitation card. He said that any sweetness would do. She gave him an invitation card. She really knew how to borrow it.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Zhao Jian said anxiously, "you don't mean what you say, do you?"

Ji Rufeng shook the invitation, "Jane, I didn't say you, you sweet..."

"If you don't want someone else to want it, if you don't want it, I'll give it to you..."

"Yes!" He helplessly interrupted her, she personally sent, how can he not?

"Then hurry up!" She opened her white palm to him.

The simple lines in the palm are clear at a glance, and Ji Rufeng holds them and kisses them on his lips.

Zhao Jian did not prevent, "Oh," a sound, just feel that the palm of her hand like a ball of fire, burning her heart with the hot up.

Ji Rufeng gets up and takes the design drawing from a table in the studio.

Zhao Jian grabs it and holds it in her arms. She has been struggling with it these days. However, after seeing him, her heart, which has been hanging, falls back to its original position.

He didn't blame her. He didn't even ask her where she had gone, which made her feel at ease. However, he couldn't help thinking that if he didn't ask her or look for her, he didn't care where she lived.

Women, such a strange and sentimental type, Rao Shi Zhao Jian's simple and direct nature is also submissive, dare not make a decision easily.

Since ancient times, the dilemma between loyalty and filial piety, loyal to love and heart, will bear the mother's last words, but if loyal to her mother, it may not be her life to meet a let her crazy heart.

She rubbed her face, some can not stand his eyes, small steps to move out, "then what, I'll go first, you busy."

"I'm leaving now?"

She nodded stiffly, "well, I have something else to do."

"Well, we'll talk about it later."

Zhao Jian thought that the delay was another period of time, but she did not expect that this period of time would last until the evening.