The Female Partner is the Most Beautiful, But the Male Lead is Not Worthy

Ignoring is impossible.

With something in her heart, how could she be able to sleep? After a while, he lifted the quilt, took the phone again, and called Xu Qingming in a fit of anger.

again.

twice.

The third time, it got through.

"Hey, Jingjing." On the other end of the phone, Xu Qingming's pleasant voice sounded, "It's so late, you haven't rested yet?"

Ruan Jingjing pouted and complained in a low voice, "I just sent you a message, but you didn't reply to me."

"I was busy just now and didn't see it." Xu Qingming said apologetically, "Jingjing is looking for me, what's the matter?"

His gentle voice, like a ray of clear spring, instantly calmed the restlessness in Ruan Jingjing's heart.

She suddenly believed that he did not deliberately not reply to her news.

Turning over, he grabbed the bear with one hand and hugged it in his arms, his eyelids drooping, and said softly, "It's alright. That's it, congratulations."

Saying that, he bit his lip.

"Congratulations? What congratulations?" Xu Qingming asked.

Ruan Jingjing thought that he and her sister were about to get engaged, and her heart was filled with sour emotions. She suddenly didn't want to talk, and changed her voice: "It's so late, you're still busy, it's so hard."

Her voice was subconsciously soft, and Xu Qingming's heart softened when she heard it, so she couldn't help but lower her voice: "I'm done with work, I'll rest now."

He was clearly coaxing her.

Ruan Jingjing knew that he would not finish his work so early.

"Yeah." She replied, clenching the bear's fur in her hand, her heart was sweet and sour, she bit her lip, but still couldn't help saying: "In the future, I won't need to remind you."

Xu Qingming asked inexplicably, "What?"

His clear and gentle voice flowed from the microphone, as if someone was by her side, speaking in her ear.

Ruan Jingjing couldn't help but think of the refreshing breath on his body when they were sitting together. And every time she looked at her, that handsome face, eyes as deep as the sea.

Her face gradually became warm, but her heart was even more sour: "Because, you are going to be engaged to my sister." She pretended to be brisk and said, "My sister will remind you in the future!"

Xu Qingming pursed his lips and did not speak for a while.

got engaged.

He knew that this could not be avoided.

Marriage can be avoided, but engagement cannot. The matter of the hotel, coupled with the matter of kindness, made the engagement impossible.

Unless Shaoyin strongly opposed it, then the Xu family certainly couldn't force it. However, she had absolutely no reason to do so.

"It's so late, why hasn't Jingjing slept yet?" Xu Qingming skipped this topic and didn't explain to Ruan Jingjing.

Jingjing has a simple temperament, and it is better not to let her know about such a complicated matter.

Worrying about her being unable to keep the secret is one of them. Most importantly, he didn't want to put pressure on her.

Keeping a secret, not telling anyone, and not revealing it on any occasion, will in itself bear a lot of pressure, and Xu Qingming is reluctant to let Ruan Jingjing bear such a dilemma.

"Hmph, is it wrong to care about you?" Seeing that he avoided talking, Ruan Jingjing couldn't help but snorted.

Xu Qingming laughed, his voice softer: "Isn't Jingjing going to have a class tomorrow morning? Rest early and have a good class tomorrow."

"How do you know that I have class tomorrow morning?" Ruan Jingjing opened her eyes wide when she heard him say that.

Xu Qingming chuckled and said, "I have your timetable."

what! !

Ruan Jingjing screamed in her heart and almost jumped up on the bed, he had her timetable! !

But she never told him! what does this mean? !

Her heart was suddenly sweet, as if she saw fireworks. But then, she remembered that such a good brother Xu was already engaged to her sister.

The grief came back to her heart, she bit her lip and said softly, "Brother Xu, you are so kind to me, you are better to my sister."

Xu Qingming didn't answer.

"Hmph, it's too late, I'm going to sleep." Ruan Jingjing quickly hung up the phone while he didn't speak.

The room became quiet again.

When the screen went dark, the eyes became dark.

Ruan Jingjing hugged her phone and stared at the screen tightly, and gradually became a little unhappy when she realized that he hadn't called again.

She said she was going to sleep, so he really ignored her? Don't call to explain it, don't even have a "good night" text message?

I can't help but think again, he just didn't speak, is it the default? Because he will definitely be better for his sister, so there is no need to say?

Still, still... She bit her lip, full of messy thoughts, suddenly irritably "ah", pulled the quilt over her head, and fell asleep.

Shaoyin didn't pay attention to the situation of the two protagonists.

She's just a supporting role.

It's not her story, she doesn't have to work too hard. Anyway, the fiancee's seat is firmly established. From now on, even if she does nothing, she is already a stumbling block and stumbling block for the male and female protagonists.

As always, she goes out early and returns late every day, and hardly goes home.

On the exhibition wall that loves to paint but does not paint, several new works gradually appeared. After Chen Yufeng left, he stepped into the studio out of curiosity for a while, and after being entertained by Shaoyin, he unknowingly signed up and paid the fee.

It has to be said that although they are all willful to open stores, Chen Yufeng's kind of boy wearing big pants and flip-flops is obviously not as young, delicate and gentle as a young girl like Shaoyin.

She doesn't even need to work very hard, just like Chen Yufeng, she simply introduces the studio's style, teaching content, and fees, and some guests are willing to sign up.

Knowing that Chen Yufeng suspected that she was chasing him, and "hide" out, Shaoyin still wrote a work summary every day, listed it in a clear format, and sent it to his mobile phone.

She was not chasing him, she knew that, so there was no need to avoid suspicion.

He rented a place for her to paint, and she took care of the studio on his behalf. This was a normal exchange between friends.

And taking care of the studio on his behalf, strictly speaking, is a part-time job for him. As a migrant worker, isn't it the right thing to do to report the work to the boss?

Even if Chen Yufeng doesn't reply every time, Shaoyin still sends it every day. Moreover, only work reports are issued, and nothing else is issued.

Don't ask him, "Did you see that?" "How am I doing?" "Is there anything I need to improve?"

On this day, Shaoyin came back and opened the door of the studio.

Yes, it is so willful. Like Chen Yufeng, she doesn't open the door every day. When you want to go out to collect the wind, you close the studio and hang a wooden sign outside with the words "closed today".

Chen Yufeng is not bad for money, nor does the drawing room make money for him. Shaoyin doesn't need to be very good in this regard.

"Hello." He was cleaning with his sleeves rolled up when he suddenly heard the sound of wind chimes at the door. Shaoyin looked back and saw a tall, thin young man walking in.

With the light behind her back, she didn't see his face clearly for a while, just politely put down the rag, stood up and said, "Welcome."

"Yeah." The young man nodded, raised his footsteps, and walked straight to the exhibition wall.

Standing under a wall, he raised his head, fixedly looking at one of the paintings, and suddenly pointed to it and asked, "Is this work also made by students in your studio?"

Shao Yin was slightly surprised.

Because that painting belongs to none other than Yu Peiyin.

She came to the studio as a part-time teacher, and of course she had to put her own works. And she is now Yu Peiyin's identity, so she took two Yu Peiyin paintings and hung them on the exhibition wall.

"Theoretically speaking, it doesn't count." At this time, she had already seen the appearance of the young man.

It was early summer, the weather was already hot, and a boy like Chen Yufeng had already put on T-shirts and big shorts. But this young man was still wearing long-sleeved trousers, as if he was afraid of the cold.

Looking at his complexion again, his skin was pale and there was no blood, and at first glance, he was deficient in both qi and blood.

Young people look good. The first time Shaoyin saw his appearance, he felt like a cold white rose.

"She is the teacher in our studio." She added before the young man's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

Immediately, the young man's eyes stared at him: "Did...you draw it?"

Although it is a question, but his tone is affirmative.

"Why do you say that?" Shaoyin raised her eyebrows, looked at him with some interest, and began to guess his identity.

At this time, Mr. Hui said in a timely manner: "Yes, he is the one who almost filmed "Sunflower"."

For the first time, Yu Peiyin's works appeared in front of the public.

Mr. Hui added: "Most of the paintings that Xu Qingming used for operation were photographed by him."

Is that so?

Shaoyin was really interested. She smiled at the young man in front of her and pointed to the reception area: "Sit down?"

The young man glanced at her, then walked to the reception area and sat down at the small round table.

After sitting down, still looking at her.

Shaoyin washed her hands, made a pot of tea, and brought it over: "Do you recognize her style?"

"It's not like you." The young man looked at her with a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if there was something that made it difficult for him to judge, "Is it really you?"

How to answer this question?

"Is you the same you today as you were yesterday?" She poured a glass of warm water and handed it to the young man.

Well, that pot of tea was brewed for herself.

Appreciating beauty, of course, you have to be a little more relaxed.

As for the beauty herself, since he is not in good health, he should stop drinking tea.

"Is this month's you the same you as last month's you?" Before he could answer, she asked again, "This year's you and last year's you are the same you?"

Time stretches a little longer, is he the same person as he was ten years ago?

There must be a world of difference.

Just like her and Yu Peiyin, they are also very different. It's just that Shaoyin shaped her current appearance into what Yu Peiyin might look like in the future.

"I understand." The young man nodded, his eyes filled with inquiry, "How did you do it?"

Looking at her real life, and looking at her paintings, it is obvious that they are her works a long time ago.

She has changed, reborn, out of twisted, repressed, dark pain.

This made the young people have a strong curiosity about her.

"Do you want to do it too?" Shaoyin didn't answer his question, but slyly threw the question back.