Z Yan looked at the painting and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It was very vivid."

Shan Yiqian: "..."                                                            

If I weren't deeply loved, I wouldn't have painted it so vividly.

The boy who sold his paintings to him also said that this must be the person she loved deeply.

Deep love.

She just loves him that much?

I remembered him in a foreign country, so I drew him?

Zhou Yunliang.

She drew Zhou Yunliang.

Regarding this issue, Shan Yiqian doesn't want to discuss it anymore.

This is an accident.

She could not have thought that the paintings left in the distance would appear here, but in Z Yan's hands.

And Z Yan was about her... Sometimes, I really have to sigh that God really likes to joke with her.

"Did you finish reading the contract?

After reading it, I'll take it back to Sister Keyi."

“What about my problem?

Don't plan to answer?"

"Do I have to answer?"

Shan Yiqian looked at Z Yan.

…                                                              �

President's Office.

"Dongdong."

"Come in."

Han Ji pushed the door open and walked to his desk, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Zhou Yunliang raised his head and looked at Han Ji, "I have something to do, go and help me with it."

"yes."

"Go and sign in with us."

Han Ji was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Sign up?

That's right.

Zhou's Group does have good development studios. Over the years, both big brands and newcomers have signed a lot.

But why did you suddenly sign a contract?

"Yes, boss, I'll do it now."

But since the boss has spoken, Han Ji will obey the order.

After leaving the president's office, Han Ji met Feng Xuewei who was sending documents to Zhou Yunliang.

"Ahem, Secretary Feng."

Smiling greeted Feng Xuewei, Han Ji's face was filled with a smile.

Who knew that Feng Xuewei didn't look at him, and walked forward without even looking at him.

Han Ji frowned, took a step forward, and stopped her.

"What do you mean!"

Feng Xuewei then looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

Han Ji opened his mouth and thought of that night, sighed, "That, that thing..."                                                     

Feng Xuewei interrupted him, "We are all drunk and drunk. Besides, I have forgotten."

I don’t know why, Feng Xuewei’s attitude really made Han Ji feel relieved.

If he is really asked to take responsibility for her, that would be torture.

However, he was not responsible at all, as if he was a little...                                                                                                                       �

When Han Ji heard this, he shrugged and moved away.

Feng Xuewei knocked on the door and went in.

Han Ji looked at the closed president's office door and breathed out.

Forget it, since Feng Xuewei has forgotten it, then he has forgotten it too.

Although I think this way, it's quite a bit bad, but...                                                       �

However, Z Yan said that as long as she stayed to eat with him, she would return the painting to her.

For some reason, Shan Yiqian always felt that the painting could not be kept in Z Yan's hands.

It's like a time bomb.

Even if she knew that Z Yan would not show the painting to Zhou Yunliang.

But it is safest to keep it in your own hands.

In the kitchen, under the bright light, Shan Yiqian looked at a pile of ingredients and turned to look at the man standing at the door.

Z Yan was wearing a home clothes and hugging his arms leisurely. His posture and expression were very relaxed, and he looked in a good mood.

Licking her lower lip, she asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Z-shrugged, "Whatever."

"You don't know, is this dish the hardest to make?

Besides, there is no dish called casual.”

"It's just casual."

As he said that, Z Yan stepped into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out the ribs.

Shan Yiqian looked at him, "You want to eat pork ribs?"

"Can you make sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Why does it taste the same as Zhou Yunliang?

Everyone likes to eat sweet and sour pork ribs.

Most men don’t like sweets, but they…                                                         �

Z Yan smiled, looking at her back, her smile became brighter and brighter.

After two hours of busyness, Shan Yiqian finally prepared the supper.

She brought the last dish and went to the living room to call someone.

"It's time to have a meal."

At that time, Z Yan was bored and looked at her. Hearing this, he turned to look at her.

At that time, it was getting dark outside, and she stood there, her whole body was stained with the smell of fireworks and the smell of home.

His heart is particularly peaceful.

They look like the most ordinary and ordinary couple.

This idea made Z Yan's heart become particularly hot again.

Looking at her, he was fascinated by the sight, and did not move for a moment, forgot to move.

Shan Yiqian frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

With a sigh, she walked forward and said, "It's time to eat."

After coming to his senses, Z Yan looked at the person standing in front of him and slowly outlined his smile.

"good."

One word suppresses emotions and sounds strange and hoarse.

As soon as he stood up, he and Shan Yiqian walked side by side towards the restaurant.

Four meals and one soup, the dishes are very good, white rice, and a bowl of sharp rise.

This table makes people feel satisfied when they look at it.

Z Yan sat down and watched Shan Yiqian sit down opposite him.
To be continued...