Back at the club, Wen Xu got out of the car and went in to get things. There was only Shan Yiqian and Z Yan in the car.

In a narrow and narrow space, Shan Yiqian felt that it was a bit difficult to breathe.

She breathed a sigh of relief, wondering whether to try to cause a topic so as not to sit in such an embarrassing manner.

But I thought again, maybe Z Yan likes quiet, but he speaks rashly, which makes him unhappy.

Just as hesitated, he spoke instead.

"Do you have a direction for curating?"

After a moment of silence, Shan Yiqian turned to look at him.

After calming down, she said, "Not yet."

"I don't have much time."

"I know Mr. Z Yan's time is precious. Don't worry, I will give you a curatorial plan as soon as possible."

When he heard this, he looked at her.

"I hate flashy things."

Shan Yiqian was surprised.

He is telling her what he likes?

After licking his lower lip, Shan Yiqian said, "Actually, after I went to see your private art exhibition, I felt that you seemed to prefer cold orange."

z sing didn't say anything.

Shan Yiqian continued: "But I have seen the photos of your paintings at this exhibition, and it seems that they are not suitable for cold orange."

z said "Yeah".

Shan Yiqian was inspired and boldly proposed: "It's just that the painting is really not suitable for taking pictures, and it will lose some of the things in the painting itself.

I wonder, can I go and see the physical paintings of these paintings?"

"You want to see my painting?"

Z Yan raised his eyebrows.

Shan Yiqian couldn't figure out whether she had touched his bottom line.

"I..."                                                              

"I'm back, Miss Shan has been waiting for a long time."

“No, no.”

Wen Xu drove and took Dan Yiqian home first.

When he arrived downstairs of the apartment, Shan Yiqian said goodbye: "Thank you, Mr. Z Yan, thank you, Mr. Wen, be careful on your way back."

After saying that, she pushed open the car door.

As soon as I stepped out, I heard behind me, the voice of z sounded: "Tomorrow at 7 pm, No. 12, Gu Fang Mansion.

I don't like late people."

Shan Yiqian reacted and replied happily: "Okay, I will definitely arrive on time."

"Um."

He couldn't stand the warm gaze, so Z Yan looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything wrong?"

Wen Xu smiled, “What’s going on?

Did I really think it was called?"

"..."                                                              �

Don’t you hate going to your house the most when you don’t know?"

z Yan is almost perverted to his own private sphere.

Thinking about how many methods Wen Xu used and how much time it took to get in back then.

Now, Shan Yiqian did it easily.

Sure enough, men and women are different.

All of this is the case, who would suspect that Z Yan likes men?

He clearly likes women, and likes women like Shan Yiqian, okay? “She wants to read the painting.”

"Um?"

"Work."

"Oh, work."

Wen Xu smiles, see through but not tell.

Since he said it was work, it was work.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is OK, you have the final say."

“…Driving your car.”

"Yes, yes, my Young Master Jiang!"

Z Yan no longer paid attention to Wen Xu and turned to look out of the car window.

...It was the first time I went to someone else's house, but it was not good to go empty-handed. Shan Yiqian thought about it and decided to buy some flowers and fruits, so that there would probably be no mistakes.

I took a taxi to No. 12, Gu Fang Mansion.

It was an antique villa. I don’t know why, but I just felt that it matched the feeling that Z Yan gave people.

When she walked to the front door, she rang the doorbell.

Not long after, someone came to open the door.

"Miss Shan, here you come."

The person who came said hello with a smile on his face.

Shan Yiqian smiled and said hello, "Mr. Wen."

"Come on, come in quickly, z Yan is waiting for you."

Wen Xu said, moving sideways away.

For some reason, Shan Yiqian always felt that his tone revealed a hint of ambiguity.

Nodding, she stepped in.

Wen Xu followed her, looked at the things in her hand, and asked, "Is it for Z Yan?"

"ah?

Oh, yes.

I don’t know what Mr. Z Yan likes.”

Wen Xu took it naturally, looked at it, and said with a smile: "I like it, he likes it.

He likes everything you buy."

Shan Yiqian: "..." Why does this sound so awkward?

"You're here."

On the second floor, the sound of z words sounded.

Shan Yiqian looked up and saw him standing on the stairs on the second floor.

Because he was at home, he dressed casually.

A white T-shirt with off-white casual pants and slippers underneath.

His hair was randomly covered with his forehead, and his bangs were a little long, covering his eyes slightly, making him look cute and cute.

etc.

Cute?

cute?

How could she think of such words to describe him?

Shan Yiqian laughed and said, "Hello, Mr. Z."

Z Yan glanced at Wen Xu, and Wen Xu immediately raised the thing in his hand, "Look, Miss Shan bought it for you.

Yo, isn't this a cherry?

I remember your favorite cherries, right?"

As he said that, Wen Xu turned around and asked Shan Yiqian, "How did you know?

Have you done your homework?"
To be continued...