Ji Rufeng wore a black shirt after taking a shower.

He almost doesn't wear dark clothes very much, especially black ones, which doesn't match his clear temperament. But when he came back yesterday, he wore black ones again today...

Zhao Jian thought for a while, and suddenly he was blessed to his heart, "Rufeng, your friend who was abused by domestically can't play over, right?"

Ji Rufeng's hand froze, and the chopsticks and spoons in his hand fell on the table.

His eyebrows were beating, speechless, "What are you thinking?"

"It's not you, you wear black, isn't it just that relatives and friends only wear black?"

Ji Rufeng: "..."

Mo Bai, who was forced to get a lunch box: "..."

He looked down at his clothes, his mouth twitched for a while, "Then I'll change the red one later. You're ready to get married."

Zhao Jian: “…”

“…It’s really okay?”

"Let's have a meal."

He pressed her and stuffed it into the chair, feeling angry and funny, but when he turned around, he was a little worried. The injury would not heal for a while. He was used to holding her to sleep every day, but now he would be suspected of wearing clothes at night. Do you want him to lie to Zhao Jian every day?

After dinner, Zhao Jian lay on the bed and knocked on the computer. Ji Rufeng sat on the sofa in the bedroom watching TV. The two of them were clearly separated and did not interfere with the river. But after waiting for a while, Zhao Jian felt something was wrong again.

She held her head and looked back at Ji Rufeng. After a moment, the man looked over and said, "Do you want to drink water?"

Zhao Jian shook his head and looked at him with a suspicious look. In the past, he always came to provoke her, but today he was so obedient that Zhao Jian felt strange.

"What's wrong?" He got up and walked to her.

Zhao Jian pointed to the heroine in the 8 o'clock stage and pointed to herself again, "She looks good or me?"

"You look good." Ji Rufeng said with a smile.

Zhao Jian was not happy, his body was tilted, and the light pink gauze skirt showed a beautiful scenery on his chest. "Then why do you look at her and not me?"

Ji Rufeng: "..."

He looked down at the white patch and felt his throat rolling, and a wave of heat rushed towards a certain part of his body.

Ji Rufeng forced his eyes to keep an eye on him, "Aren't you working? I'm afraid of disturbing you."

Zhao Jianxin said that you have been disturbing me a lot in the past, and that you are not doing your job for men, so you are talking about her.

He has something to do, there must be something to do.

Zhao Jian thought about this and did not ask again. If he didn't want her to know, why did she have to break the casserole and ask the whole story? Besides, didn't she hide something from him?

She hummed and kicked him in the lap, "Let's go, let's see your goddess."

"Are you angry?"

"No." There is no need to be angry about this.

Ji Rufeng stared at the tender white feet and was silent for a moment and said, "A Jian, I have something to discuss with you."

"Yeah, you said."

"I just received a call from the gallery. Mr. Xu Hong, who has not left the mountain for a long time, has recently arrived in Nanjiang. It seems that he wants to ask someone to draw a portrait for him. I just thought about it and still want to go back and take a look. Mr. Xu is a master-level task. Now that I have a high work this year, I can't start writing. Although I may not have the opportunity to paint for him, if I can ask him to comment on my paintings, I should still have a chance."

Zhao Jian understood that this was an opportunity to learn and a unique opportunity. Naturally, she had no reason to stop Ji Rufeng, so she said, "Okay, when will you leave?"

Ji Rufengjian didn't ask, so she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's early tomorrow morning, the opportunity is rare, go early and benefit soon."

"Okay, then you can bring me some things back and give Shaoguang and Xiaojing and the others."

Ji Rufeng also knew that Zhao Jian had bought a lot of things in the past few days and had piled them in the cabinet, so he asked, "Do you have boxes at home?"

Zhao Jian raised his hand and pointed to the top floor of the cabinet, "There is it."

Ji Rufeng immediately walked over and raised his hand to get it. The cabinet was very high, and Ji Rufeng could barely reach it. It was precisely because of this action that a corner of the shirt was pulled up to reveal the honey-colored skin around his waist...
Chapter completed!