She wanted to knock the cup off directly. Ling Nuanqing put her hands away from the table, and her roommate looked at the two of them, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"No need, thank you." Ling Nuanqing refused softly.

Ling Shaocheng just asked lightly, "Why?"

"My family doesn't let me eat whatever other people give me."

The roommate chewed the egg cake in his mouth. Seeing that Ling Shaocheng didn't say anything, there was a meaningful smile in his eyes.

Ling Nuanqing couldn't stay for a moment and wanted to get up. Seeing this, the roommate quickly stuffed all the leftover egg cakes into his mouth, "I'm full, let's go."

Ling Nuanqing picked up her cell phone and left, so naturally she would not say hello to Ling Shaocheng. Her roommate followed her and saw that she was walking in a hurry, so she hurriedly grabbed her arm, "Do you know that man?"

Ling Nuanqing didn't say anything, and her roommate was still chattering in her voice. "Why did he give you a glass of milk? I heard that some successful people like to find ones in the school..."

Ling Shaocheng heard the voices getting lighter and softer, and Ling Nuanqing left as if he ran away. He took the glass of milk and drank two sips.

After returning to the dormitory, Ling Nuanqing was a little absent-minded, and her roommate saw the news in the WeChat group. "Let's go, we're going to set off."

There were two easels in the room. Ling Nuanqing packed up his emotions and walked over, took the easel and followed his roommate away.

The sky and lake beach were lined up with people, and the sound of birds singing came from the forest. Ling Nuanqing held the brush and was carefully and meticulously.

The water in the lake was clear and the stones around it were mostly covered with moss. Ling Nuanqing did not miss these details and drew them one by one.

During the break, Cheng Yici and a few boys walked to the lake. Ling Nuanqing couldn't help but pick up the brush and added a back view to his painting.

She was just a back contour that couldn't see clearly, and did not draw Cheng Yici's appearance. Even the people in the painting were fictionalized.

Lunch was still done in the hotel, and everyone took the buffet voucher sent by the teacher to have a meal.

Ling Nuanqing was about to go back to her roommate after lunch. When she looked up and saw Cheng Yici's figure, she always felt that she was surrounded by the eyeliner that Ling Shaocheng put. She couldn't even say an ordinary greeting to Cheng Yici.

The roommate pushed open the door and entered the room first. Ling Nuanqing wanted to wash his hands, but heard the roommate ask, "Strange, Nuannuan...Wasn't your painting still on the easel when you go out? Have you moved?"

Ling Nuanqing quickly walked into the room and saw that her easel was empty, and the homework she had drawn in the morning was gone.

"I haven't touched it."

"How come it's gone?" The roommate looked around, "Who can enter our room? Even if it's room service, she dare not touch our things."

Ling Nuanqing had no other doubts in her heart. When she thought of Ling Shaocheng, she felt chill.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and her roommate picked up the landline and wanted to call the front desk.

"No need to call, you see, our room was not cleaned at all. It could not have been done by the waiter."

"Who else can there be?" The roommate tightened the microphone in his hand. The painting could still run away by himself. "Damn it?"

No, there is a kind of person in this world that is even more terrifying than a ghost.

Ling Nuanqing forced a smile. "You can rest for a while first, I think about it myself, are Is it where I am?"

"Impossible. The painting was clearly there when I went to dinner. Teacher Che was about to collect his homework later. What should you do?"

Ling Nuanqing took out his cell phone. Although he was reluctant, he still sent a message to Ling Shaocheng. "Give me the painting, the teacher wants to put it away."

"Come here and get it."

She stood up and walked out, "I'll go make a phone call."

"Where are you going..."

Ling Nuanqing walked in a hurry and locked her roommate's voice behind her. She was afraid of meeting someone along the way, so she hurried into the elevator and quickly found the 16th floor.

Ling Nuanqing came to Ling Shaocheng's door and started to hesitate when she was about to ring the doorbell. Her mind was filled with the scenes of last night, and fear and disgust were tearing her up.

The door was opened, and Ling Nuanqing saw Ling Shaocheng's assistant inside.

"Miss."

"Where are others?"

"You please come in first."

Ling Nuanqing stepped into the guest room and walked in a few steps to see Ling Shaocheng standing in front of the window. The curtain was completely opened, and the sunlight outside the window invaded every inch of the room unscrupulously. Ling Shaocheng's tall figure faced the glass window. He held the strong and powerful arm. The painting was in his hand. It had not been colored yet, but every grass, object and person had already formed.

Ling Nuanqing clenched her palms tightly, and her footsteps stepped on the soft carpet. When she arrived next to Ling Shaocheng, she spoke. "Give me the painting."

He seemed not to notice that she suddenly came over. Ling Shaocheng was startled and looked at her with his eyes down, "I can't help but say hello and don't call me."

"We're going to leave soon."

Ling Shaocheng raised the paper in his hand, and the finger of the other hand flicked on it, making a harsh click. He called his assistant, "Come on, come here."

The assistant strode to Ling Shaocheng and sees him showing off how powerful his child is. "As he is a good art student, how do you think of this painting skill?"

"Good-looking." Although the assistant compliments, he tells the truth.

Ling Nuanqing saw Ling Shaocheng clicking somewhere, "Then look at the person she painted, is it me?"

The assistant then noticed that there was a back in the painting. He could only take a closer look, but this person was probably not Ling Shaocheng.

Ling Nuanqing's palms became tighter and tighter, and his nails were pinching into his palms, and he could feel pain.

"Speak." Ling Shaocheng stared at his special assistant with a smile.

The assistant knew that he had a bad temper and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "It should be that he couldn't see his face clearly..."

"It should be?" Ling Shaocheng smiled suppressed in his chest, "I see this man's dress is like a student."

"That's what Mr. Ling was painting during his school days."

Ling Shaocheng's smile at the corner of his mouth calmed down. The man was unpredictable and he was still smiling brightly just now, but now it was already full of clouds. "Nannuan, do you remember what I looked like when I was a student?"

She didn't want to lie, and it was boring to lie in front of Ling Shaocheng. Besides, why bother to expose it with just one moment?

"I'm just thinking the background is monotonous, so I just add characters to it."

"Listen," Ling Shaocheng put the painting in front of him. "You are blind and you said that the person in this painting is me."

What else can the assistant say? Ling Shaocheng waved his hand at him. "You go out first."

"Yes." The assistant was about to leave quickly.

Ling Nuanqing was anxious when she saw this. She didn't want to get along alone with Ling Shaocheng, "You can give me the painting."
Chapter completed!