Xing Zhaizhai arrived when they were talking about chasing someone, and out of curiosity he wanted to hear what they were talking about. To be honest, the moment the manager possessed Mr. Qing, she looked at him like they were kissing.
She knew in her heart that there was nothing wrong with the two of them. Seeing this scene, her heart sank just now. She cared about him having close contact with women.
"Don't get me wrong, I like women, please take your time and chat." Fake.
The agent explained quickly and left.
Qing Su: "Zhai Zhai."
Mr. Qing may not know it, but he sees that his eyes are very bright, the corners of his lips are always raised, and his handsome face is white and rosy, which is very beautiful.
"Yes." Xing Zhaizhai came in and placed a small cake in front of him, "I heard that you like eating small cakes. Do you like fruity ones?"
"I like it, thank you. Zhai Zhai and my manager are very innocent."
Qingsu is very serious about things that affect relationships. He has nothing to do with his manager. The scene just now was easy to misunderstand. He just wanted to explain and didn't want her to think too much.
"Okay, I'm going to leave the capital for a few days recently."
He explained that Xing Zhaizhai was a little surprised. The two of them were not together. He just thought about it for a moment and knew that there was nothing wrong with them, so there was no need to explain.
I was just shopping, and the female manager was trying her best to explain. Staring at the unmanned shopping mall, I felt that I had been assimilated by the original owner. It felt very real.
Can't wait any longer.
"What time will you return?"
"It depends."
"Can you tell me when you get back? I want to pick you up."
Qingsu's love for her was neither secretive nor deliberate, but warm and straightforward.
Just like now, instead of hiding his inner thoughts and pretending not to care, he would speak out and ask for her consent.
Xing Zhaizhai unexpectedly found that he liked what he said. He turned his face and said, "Okay, I'll go back and prepare first."
"Zhai Zhai." Seeing that Zhai Zhai was about to go out, Qing Su called her and said, "I'll wait for you. I'll always wait for you."
Xing Zhaizhai looked back at him quietly for a few seconds, then left without saying anything.
Qingsu really wanted to find out where she was going, what she was doing, and why she had such indifference in her eyes that he couldn't guess. She was like a traveler drifting in the wind, and nothing in the world could keep her.
After watching the people leave, he ate the small cake in silence.
Sunflower glanced at him strangely, then chased Zai Zai through the wall.
Back home.
Xing Zhaizhai asked Aunt Yun to pack her necessary things, then she went up to wash up and change clothes, then entered the piano room, sat in front of the piano where she often practiced, closed her eyes, and danced with her hands on the black and white keys.
This song was the original owner's favorite. She deliberately played it over and over again to let herself go and look for the slightest feeling of discomfort.
【Zai Zai? 】
Zaizai played the piano a little crazily, his hands tirelessly wanting to drown in it, it was so abnormal.
Sunflower probably guessed what Zaizai was suspicious of, but didn't it use an advanced soul-measuring instrument? Why is Zaizai still suspicious?
After playing it countless times, Xing Zhaizhai opened her eyes and eagerly searched for the next familiar point of the original owner. She wanted to confirm it again, just once, to prove that she was not just thinking wildly.
Huahua, yes, the original owner and Huahua are the most familiar.
Xing Zhaizhai entered the studio where the paintings were stored. Inside, all the paintings she had painted by the original owner were framed, and the dates were neatly arranged. It was easy to find which day the paintings were painted.
Xing Zhaizhai picked up the A4 paper size drawing board commonly used by the original owner: "Go to the garden."
Bodyguard Li: "Would you like to go to the East Gate Garden?"
The lady often goes to the West Gate Garden, followed by the East Gate Garden.
"West."
"OK."
Xing Zhaizhai stopped under a trellis of pruned roses. The sun fell on her body, but it was warm but not scorching. She looked down at a field of pink nightmare chrysanthemums below.
I don’t know how much time passed, the sun set, the afterglow dispersed, and the sunset remained on the horizon. Several gardeners entered the garden and skillfully moved and replaced flowers.
She seemed to have just come to her senses, picking up her pen and walking under the drawing board.
