Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Chapter 115 Little painter, we want to be together forever

Ji Li regretted it when she yelled out. She didn't know what Mr. Jian was planning, but obviously, no one in the family knew about the possible relationship between Tang Suiwan and Yu Zhaozhao.

She accepted the task of sending people away, and turned her head to lead people to the front of Jane's cover.

What is this, home delivery?

Jian Feng was sitting behind the drawing board beside the flowers, when he heard Ji Li's voice calling him, he raised his head, his eyes turned, and the somewhat blurred peripheral vision suddenly became clear——

Jian Wanshen walked over from the small road next to him at some point, with rapid and large steps, and before Jian Feng could see clearly, he suddenly blocked behind the drawing board shelf.

He is tall and strong, and he easily blocked Jian Feng's sight completely.

There was an awkward smile on his face, looking for something to say, "Uncle, what are you painting?"

Jian Feng gently put down the brush, with a surprised but gentle expression, "Did Lili call me just now?"

Jian Wan opened his eyes deeply and said nonsense, "Ah? Did someone call you just now? No, I didn't hear it, hahaha."

Jian Feng stood up and wanted to see.

But Ji Li also moved very quickly, turning her head and showing a standard smile like the rest of her life, she pulled Tang Suiwan away, "Uncle probably didn't hear me calling him, hahaha, Wanwan, let's go from here let's go."

The couple smirked without distraction.

One by one, pulling the other to block, pulling people away in a very tacit understanding, firmly eliminating the possibility of the two meeting each other.

With a quick glance, Jian Feng only had time to see a beautiful side face.

The bones and flesh stop evenly, and the lines are smooth.

Immediately, the line of sight was blocked by Jian Wanshen's body that moved deeply.

Jian Feng felt a little strange in his heart, and was soon attracted by Jian Wanshen's action, angrily and funny, "Is that the little girl Xiaojing said to participate in the Star Cup? Don't be so cautious, I know to avoid suspicion."

Jian Wanshen really didn't know that they had a relationship with the Star Cup.

After getting stuck for a while, he answered in a natural tone, "Isn't this all Xiaojing's order?"

Jian Banjing who was preparing to film on the set: "Ah Choo—"

Rubbing her nose, Jian Banjing was still a little strange, who was thinking about him?

Jian Feng didn't know that Jian Wan took the blame for Jian Wanjing without batting an eyelid, shook his head, returned to his seat and sat down.

Holding the paintbrush in his hand again, facing the outline on the canvas, Jian Feng didn't know where to start for a while.

Inexplicably, I kept thinking about the side face that I had glimpsed just now in my mind.

Want to see more clearly.

If you want to see it completely, look at that face carefully.

Jian Wanshen has already followed Ji Li's footsteps, and he is the only one left in this space.

Jian Feng was a little impatient, so he simply put down his pen.

He got up and went back to his small building.

Walking through the gate, there is a bright orange anemone in full bloom, with petals blooming wantonly.

It is an extremely scarce bright color in the solemn winter.

Just like in his quiet life, there was such a vigorous person who broke into him.

Sitting astride the wall, condescending.

The smile is sassy and clean.

"Hello, little artist."

"You draw in the classroom every day, are you bored?"

"Would you like to come out, my sister will take you for a ride on a motorcycle!"

Just in a daze, a pitch-black helmet fell into his arms.

Jian Feng held the helmet at a loss, and looked up in a daze.

Facing those eyes full of vitality.

and outstretched soft hands.

"Little painter, let's go."

"Little painter, don't make a sound, it's like I'm abducting you."

"Little painter, hurry up, you will be caught by Wang Mazi later, you can't go on stage to read the self-criticism."

"Little painter, you can draw a picture of me. After drawing, I will follow you."

The girl's clear and lively voice seemed to resound in her ears again, her eyes always had a sweet smile, and even the title also revealed a bit of sweetness.

Jian Feng stood in the room, staring fixedly at the oil painting hanging on the wall.

In his room, there are several oil paintings of different sizes, with new or old brushstrokes, all of which are used to depict the same person.

Yu Zhaozhao dozed off on the desk.

Yu Zhaozhao was standing on the podium reading the self-criticism and making faces with the headmaster on his back.

The bright and dazzling Yu Zhaozhao riding on the motorcycle.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Yu Zhaozhao shouted to be with the little painter for the rest of his life.

She broke into Jian Feng's life vigorously.

Disappeared completely again, caught off guard.

"Zhao Zhao..."

Jian Feng made a low voice, and lightly touched the girl's face in the oil painting with her fingertips.

The corners of the eyes were wet, and there was a slight tremor in the blink of an eye.

"I've drawn so many of you."

"When will you be willing to come back?"

"...Even if I dream of you, that's fine."

"I really miss you."