part2 want

Soon it was the weekend afternoon, and Yu Sheng came back from the company to pick her up to the location of the art exhibition.

It was rare for the two of them to go out together. Su Qing carefully wore a small black dress with a slim fit, lining his black shirt.

When she got out of the car, she was carrying a shoulder bag that was much larger than usual, and he reached over to help her hold it, but it was unexpectedly heavy.

Seeing some doubts in his eyes, she explained, "I brought a camera and wanted to take a picture and send it to my grandmother, although I don't know if it's allowed to take pictures..."

Grandma prefers painter Fang Jiao to her, but she lives in her hometown in the countryside. It's just that the old man can't stand such a long journey now, otherwise she would like to give the admission ticket to her grandmother for her to visit with her own eyes.

Yu Sheng silently took the cumbersome camera for her and entered the exhibition hall for her to stroll around first.

He walked away and handed her the camera after a while, saying that the organizer agreed, but not to turn on the flash.

Su Qing was a little excited, and took the camera to take pictures of the exhibits seriously. After the pictures were taken, she realized that he had been silently following behind. Taking advantage of his slight inattention, he secretly took a few side faces of him.

She presses the camera to replay the photo-

The afternoon sun was quiet and soft, and quietly sprinkled on the tall body. One side of the face is drawn with knife and axe lines, the outline of the nose is very handsome, and the cool lips are curved in a beautiful arc, just like a white drawing.

She looked a little distracted until his faint voice came. Only then did she regain her senses, put the camera properly, and he took it over, unloading her weight.

At this time, Su Qing had time to slowly appreciate Fang Jiao's works. He is not really interested in painting, let alone knowing who Fang Jiao is.

She knew it all, so she introduced Fang Jiao to him with some dance, and mentioned that he became famous after his death, and felt really sorry for him. Yu Sheng reached out and patted her shoulder.

She lowered her eyebrows, raised her long eyelashes and cast two shallow shadows, her tone was full of pity.

"His paintings are not for sale. Except for one auction, unfortunately that price... I can't get it."

He followed her words, "You really want it?"

She nodded slightly, and a few strands of her long hair, which had been rolled up loosely, fell mischievously on the silky white and greasy neck.

He was a little stunned, his memory was awakened, and he suddenly remembered the first time he saw her——

Yu Sheng was patient and arranged her work to accompany her to watch the art exhibition. When she introduced it, she nodded in agreement from time to time.

Su Qing already felt that this was very good.

She was reluctant until the end of the exhibition, and followed him out for dinner. In the car, she had been studying the photos, and the car felt like it stopped after a while.

She thought he was going back to the company to work overtime tonight, and said without looking up, "I'll just take a taxi and go back by myself."

"No overtime tonight."

As he spoke, he had reached out to unfasten the seat belt on her body, "Take you to swim."

He messed around with the bed two or three times, but she said she couldn't stand it. He wanted to take her to exercise for a long time, and he happened to be free today.

Only then did Su Qing look out the window, which was a swimsuit store. She subconsciously refused: "I'm not very good at swimming. Or—"

He irresistibly took her hand, "I can't go to school."

She bit her head and hurriedly picked out a conservative two-piece swimsuit, and she just checked out and left without even trying.