Zhao Jian was not afraid of him, so he simply raised his hand and hugged him, "What are you doing? Do you want to come to a hospital for a P?"

Ji Rufeng punched him out but hit the cotton, so he couldn't help but hold his breath.

After glaring at her hatefully for two seconds, Ji Rufeng suddenly raised her chin and kissed her hard.

"..." She blinked blankly, but unexpectedly she actually came, but then she stood on tiptoe and began to respond.

In the corridor of the hospital, men and women with good appearances were kissing energeticly, instantly scaring the young nurse who happened to pass by.

After the kiss, Zhao Jian's lips were chewed red and swollen. She smiled slightly and hugged the man's neck, "How is it? Is it enough? If not enough, kiss another one!"

Ji Rufeng: "..."

Are you even more angry?

"You are still angry, what's there to be angry about? If I don't test, who knows whether you believe me?"

"..." Ji Rufeng was speechless and frustrated.

When he got home, Zhao Jian changed into a package to cover up his clothes. Although it was a bit hot in the weather now, the clothes with high collar and long sleeves were a little hot, but they always happened to be scared by Huanhuan.

As soon as he came out of the bedroom, he saw the man covering his face and was restless. After his thoughts changed, Zhao Jian knew what he was thinking.

Although Ji Rufeng has many outstanding friends from all walks of life, this man is actually not a big man with a hurry and a strong temper.

Compared to those men, Ji Rufeng is actually very soft-hearted and gentle. He has never experienced any bloody storms in his life. Sometimes hesitates between choices, can't figure it out, and will do bad things with good intentions. In fact, she understands it.

He is like a little man. Although he may not be able to support the wind and snow outside, he can give her a warm home in his wealth and food.

In fact, this is enough. Isn’t what she desires the most?

"Repent?" Zhao Jian sat down on his lap. She always remembered the joy and regret in his eyes when he saw her in the Edinburgh exhibition hall.

The man didn't look at her until she caught her face off guard, and the self-blame in her eyes appeared in front of Zhao Jian without any concealment.

She smiled slightly, "If you regret it, you have to be nice to me, do you know? Otherwise, next time I will die, you will not even have a chance to regret it, do you know?"

How could Ji Rufeng not understand this truth? He hugged her tightly and nodded vigorously.

Zhao Jian sighed in his heart, looking at the man in his early thirties, with a few white hairs emerging from his head. I wonder what life he has lived in the past few years?

Holding his right hand, Zhao Jian lowered his head and kissed him, and asked him again: "I heard you have closed the pen?"

He nodded, and Zhao Jian sighed lightly, "Why are you so stupid?"

"I said it," he said, "if you don't pick up your brush again."

Of course, Zhao Jian remembered his vow when he was in Luohua Village, so when he saw the painting from Jiang Xuerou, he was particularly frustrated. The extremely crazy thoughts popped up one by one from his mind, hoping to kill him and Jiang Xuerou.

It was not until later that my emotions became more stable and I started to practice painting and painted Alan and Seven that I realized that maybe everything was not what I thought. After all, she didn't see the words on his chest from Jiang Xuerou's paintings, but that woman would also draw the words on his beloved man when she was painting?

No one wants to, but fortunately, Ji Rufeng and Jiang Xuerou's paintings are still different.
Chapter completed!