Chapter 2259： plan

Chapter 2259 Plan

Chapter 2261 Plan

When Gu Huai looked at her like this, she could only shake her head gently. After all, no one could replace her to suffer this inner suffering.

Back home, only the servant is there.

The big villa is empty at the moment, especially cold.

The cloud painting hand also carries the bag full of fragments of the "Law of the Law". After getting off the bus, he barely rushed to Huai and nodded, and entered the house by himself.

“Drawing!” Gu Huai got out of the car and shouted at the door of the driver's cab. “What's the situation, remember to let me know.”

Cloud painting glanced at him and said nothing. He turned and went home.

"Mrs. You are back, have you ever eaten?" asked Zhang Ma.

The reaction of the cloud painting was a bit slow. She looked at Zhang Ma and said, "Zhang Ma, give you a few days off, go now."

"Ah?" Zhang Ma snorted. "Wife, why?"

"I have some things to deal with here, you are not convenient here." Cloud painting said very directly, "You go back first, only when you put a long vacation, I will make people call you on the salary."

"Mrs., not this problem, is... your face is very unsightly, is there something wrong?" Zhang Ma is very worried.

Cloud painting shook his head. "I am fine. Go now, when will you come back... wait for me to inform."

"...this, you really have no problem?" Zhang Ma still can't rest assured.

"Nothing." Cloud painted and smiled. "Let's go."

"That's good." Zhang Ma is just a servant, there is no way to violate the orders of the main family.

Going around and Lance are on the exam for the past two days.

Cloud painting thought for a while, and reported them a winter training camp. The winter training camp held in Qiongdao, where the climate is warm and humid, suitable for recuperation.

As for Lance...

He is somewhat introverted, and when he goes to the winter training camp with his pocket, it is a play.

Otherwise, let him stay with Zhou Shengbei Qian, the father is not very good, Zhou Shengbei Qian, the house has not been done yet, the father and son live together in the hotel, the key is that the relationship between the two is still very strange, Lance More pressure.

Cloud painting gave the two people a good name, and they called Zheng on the father.

On the other side of the father, the cloud paintings did not dare to pass through the mouth.

She has no time for the facilities and safety of the winter training camp. She has to let her father take the time to look at it. It is also a visit. If there is anything wrong with the trip and Lance, take them home.

After doing all this, the cloud painting went to the study.

The study was shared with her.

Two desks, one for her and one for him, not far apart, they can see each other as soon as they look up.

When they are working, they don't bother each other, but when they want to see each other, they only need to look up.

There are a lot of things in the thin board, and there are a lot of things in the desk and the back of the bookcase. The cloud painting is easy to move, because he will organize it himself, so it is convenient to find things. If she sorts out, he is not easy to find. .

Moreover, it is not difficult to organize it every time it is used up. He has been finishing himself.

Today, it is the first time that cloud painting has passed, looking through his bookcase and desk.

When Zhou Shengbei’s video call was invited, the cloud painting was sitting on the floor next to the bookcase and was in a daze.

Cloud painting connected the video invitation and coveted.

"At home? What's wrong, it looks languid." Zhou Shengbei Qian smiled.

Cloud painting shook his head. "Nothing."

Zhou Shengbei Qian raised his eyebrows. "Is it really okay?"

"Ok."

Cloud paintings glared at the eyebrows. "Are you looking for me?"

"Oh, this is the case, Aqing is back, is he at home?" Zhou Shengbeiqian asked.

The expression of the cloud painting was a moment of rigidity and shook his head. "Nothing."

Zhou Shengbei Qian stunned, and then he laughed. "You couples are not happy to get married. They haven't seen each other for so many days. He is not home when he returns."

Cloud painting did not speak.

The air is quiet in an inch.

The smile on Zhou Sheng’s face was also faded. Some serious, “What’s wrong? Is there something wrong?”

Cloud painting shook his head, "Nothing."

"How could it be okay, you look at your face, so ugly, is it okay?" Zhou Shengbei Qian brows, "Drawing, what happened?"

Cloud painting holds the mobile phone in one hand, and the camera is facing himself: "Bei Qian, do you say A Qing, is he still in the past?"

Her tone is full of loneliness.

In the place where the camera could not be seen, her hand clenched into a fist and her nails fell deeply into the palm of her hand.

In the video, Zhou Shengbei Qian stunned. "Drawing, how do you suddenly ask this question?"

"Nothing." The cloud painting sighed softly and smiled. "I just suddenly found out that I may never really know him, whether he has never lost his memory, or he is now."

Zhou Sheng Bei Qian’s face was suddenly serious. “Drawing, is there something happening? You are not feeling right. You wait for me, I will pass quickly. We keep the video connection and let me see you at any time.”

Cloud painting didn't talk, just put the phone on the table and smiled at the camera. "Don't be so nervous, I'm fine, I won't be stupid. I still have a pocket..."

As she spoke, she turned her head and faced what she had just taken from the back of the bookcase.

A gift box with a purple iris that has dried up.

After half an hour.

When Zhou Shengbei Qian arrived, the cloud painting was still sitting in the study, with the box of dried purple irises in front of him.

"This... what is this?" Zhou Shengbei Qian rushed over too quickly, he gasped.

The cloud painting is dark and dark. "This is what he sent me."

"What?" Zhou Shengbei Qian frowned, "Who sent you, A Qing? What do you do with this dried flower? This is the iris, the iris, especially the purple iris, many artists are more preferred, such as Van Gogh, Monet They all have classic works about Shanwei, but their appendix feels like...loneness, depression, struggle..."

Zhou Shengbei Qiandao said, "It is not very suitable to send flowers to Shanwei. Unless you like it very much, but I don't like blue or purple flowers. Aqing doesn't know? Why do you want to send you purple iris? Is there any special significance?"

The clouds painted coveted and looked at the dried irises in the box. After a few seconds, she looked up again and looked at Zhou Shengbei Qian. "Van Gogh prefers irises?"

"Yes." Zhou Sheng Bei Qian did not specifically say, and said, "The words of Iris are, desperate love... He sent you this, is it right?"

Cloud painted and laughed, "Maybe."

"Well, it may be unintentional." Zhou Shengbei Qian smiled. "Yes, Aqing people, why didn't you see him? You shouldn't be quarreling? He just came back, what can you argue? ?"

Cloud painting a hand holding his chin, the voice is very light, "We have no quarrel, just... need to calm down."

For various reasons, Lake Brother will finish this book as soon as possible, and it may be very, very, very fast, and it is almost beyond your imagination.

Hurry is inevitable, I will try my best to give you a satisfactory explanation.

Although I am already trying my best to change it, I am not sure of the final result. Maybe one day, the book will disappear. When you don’t even see the ending, don’t you get stuck! I am sorry for you too!

So I will give the ending as soon as possible. If the book can survive, I will continue to write it. If you can't survive, at least you see the ending~~

muah! Thank you all the way!

(End of this chapter)