The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 563 is embarrassed?

Ink Jing deep in the warmth of the season sitting in the quiet look: "How? Hesitated for a long time do not know whether to shoot, help you take pictures, but I am embarrassed to ask?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

All the complicated emotions were annihilated in the moment when the man opened his mouth. The warmth of the season saw that the staff had carried the picture that had been rolled up and sent it to the side. She looked at the painting and snorted in the mouth. : "Ink is always suffocating, how can I be able to match the small person in charge of a MN group in one district?"

The man's thin lips are slightly hooked, like laughing and laughing: "Don't want it? I can give this painting to the family."

"Yes." The warmth of the season was taken up when the staff lifted the painting to the front, and there was no plan to let go.

"I thought you were very good."

The bones are also divided into different parts. Originally, this painting is what she wants, and it is also closely related to many memories of her childhood.

Besides, what is going on for the family?

Ming knows that he deliberately said this, the season warmer is still on this set, anyway, she did not pay, and at most to get rid of some face, this hundreds of millions of famous paintings are easy opponents, what is wrong?

She is not an angry young man who is young and angry. She wants to face the sin of death. She can now know the current affairs. As long as it is good for her, she can definitely do it.

The warmth of the season is held in his arms. The painting is protected by a layer of transparent wrapping paper. He looks down at the painting in his arms, and his mouth gradually raises a smile that is undetectable.

"Thank you, when this painting is given back to my dad, I will directly explain that this is what you bought and sent him."

Seeing her in a good mood, the man’s eyes are still the slightest indulgent smile: "Whoever sent it is good, but it is just a picture."

But what about painting?

Rong Rong has been standing there stiffly, and the expression on his face has been petrified for a long time.

Even if the family is rich, the 600 million things are too easy to say but they are paintings.

Just now my brother said that Mo Jingshen took this picture to Miss Ji. She still felt that it was impossible. Miss Ji didn’t look like someone who would like this kind of thing, but she didn’t expect it to be given to her. Father, and even Mo Jingshen clearly said this sentence.

The season has never been said, how can he know that she wants? How did he know that Miss Ji’s father would like this kind of thing?

Doesn't he like Miss Ji like she likes him, specifically investigating the preferences of everyone in the other family in order to understand each other? Or is it that he and this season Miss have other sources and past that she could not guess?

Rong Rong’s mouth is full of bitter taste: “Mu Zong, there are many kinds of paintings. If it is more expensive, there are also foreign countries. There is a Qi Baishi’s “Twelve Screens of Landscapes”, which was me in my early years. Grandpa bought it at the auction site abroad and has been collecting it at home, but he prefers Zhang Daqian's paintings. If Miss Ji likes it, we can use Qi Baishi's paintings to change this painting of Zhang Daqian. After all, I Grandpa is having a birthday, and please ask Miss Ji to give this picture to me?"

On the warm face, there is no meaning to shake it. Instead, I feel that Miss Rong is used to being grown up. When it is time, I can still ask others to give her the painting.

"That's really embarrassing. Miss Rong, this painting has been hanging in my father's study since I was a child. Later, I turned to other people for some reason. Now I just found the original things in my family. This far-reaching thing, even if you take another ten times more expensive to change, I will not agree." The warm season is faint: "On the paintings, the modern Qi Baishi Zhang Daqian and the ancient Tang Yan, these masterpieces, My father has the same, but the only one, for our family, has a meaning of recovery, and it is impossible to bear love, but I will not cut it."

Said, the warm season seems to unintentionally hold the scroll in his arms.

Ink Jing looked at her unconscious movements, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Does she think that no one can take it away?

The warmth of the season saw him laughing, and he turned back to him in a dimly, and then directly put the painting back into the hands of the staff. Anyway, after leaving from here, the staff would directly send the paintings to their hotel. .

Rong Rong looked at the gaze between them, and obviously people could not get in.

The warmth of the season seems to have a tempering attitude. Under the indulgence and tenderness of Mo Jingshen, it is obvious that he is fascinated by his love for her, otherwise he is afraid that no woman can have such a temper in front of Mo Jingshen.

Rongcheng’s face has already been like an iceberg. The eyelids of Rongrong are a little red: “Since this painting is of great significance to Miss Ji, it’s really we bothered.”

Said, Rong Rong turned and took the arm of Rongcheng. When he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of the warm season not being salty or not: "Isn't Miss Rong just twisted his foot? Is it so fast?"

Rong Rong’s footsteps did not look back. He only pulled his hand hard when Rongcheng was about to turn back, and did not let his brother help her again.

After all, what happened in the bathroom just now is that they are wrong. The warmth of the season did not force them to apologize when they rushed past, and they didn’t make trouble, but they chose to keep things quiet, which is enough to represent the warmth of the season. Divided, now if she and her brother are here, it seems that they are not reasonable.

Seeing that the brothers and sisters of Rong’s family left, the warm eyes of the season left on their backs, and they were about to leave. In the blink of an eye, they saw the sight of the ink-like depth falling on her face.

The four eyes were relatively short, and the warmth of the season thought of the painting. She immediately took back her eyes and said: "I will return the money to you after I go back."

Ink depth: "..."

The man glanced at her with no expression, turned and turned her back to her.

The warm season looks at the man is not very happy back, the corner of the mouth unconsciously evoke a smile.

......

It was not easy to keep up with the depths of the ink in the season. I thought that Mo Jingshen was too lazy to care for her because of her empty cheques. As a result, Mo Jingshen was walking very fast and didn't even return.

The warmth of the season feels that the depth of the ink is too fast. She wears a dozen centimeters of high heels to keep up with him. It is really hard...

(End of this chapter)