Murong Jinyan shook his head helplessly. He was ordered not to enter the backstage before. It was not that he was afraid of anything, but that he was also afraid of making things difficult for Tang Buhua. So he did not come here at night. He thought that Tang Buhua himself should have come, but he didn't know... it took several hours to wait.

"Sorry, Brother Jinyan." When Tang Buhua saw Murong Jinyan, he naturally put away the negative emotions just now, put his hands together, and placed them in front of him, "Sorry, Brother Jinyan, just now... was talking about our design with Teacher Jule. I've been chatting with me for too long and I forgot the time at once. Otherwise... if this happens again next time, you will come to the backstage and let's discuss it together."

"Discuss together? I'm not interested in design or something." Murong Jinyan shook his head gently, "I don't have talent, and... I always think that what you design is the best."

Murong Jinyan said this again, which is easy to misunderstand.

Tang Buhua listened and couldn't help but turn red in his ears. He pursed his little mouth, touched his ears, and chuckled, "Really? Brother Jinyan... You are obviously encouraging me, right?"

"I'm not encouraging you. I really think that the clothes you make are very good every time. Even those criticized by the teacher are the best in my eyes." Murong Jinyan nodded, "Actually, this is easy to understand. Everyone has different aesthetics. You will think that one looks good, I will think it's ugly... These are very common things, and there is nothing worth discussing."

"Oh... Then are you just doubting the quality of our professional designers?" Tang Buhua couldn't help but chuckled when he saw Murong Jinyan explaining to her so seriously.

In fact, every time Murong Jinyan was so serious, nodded and shook his head, either pouring her poisonous chicken soup or directly making chicken soup for her to drink, Tang Buhua felt that Tang Buhua felt that Murong Jinyan was particularly cute, and she seemed to like him a little more.

"What are you looking at?" Murong Jinyan showed that Tang Buhuai was staring at his face again.

At this time, the two of them had already walked to the car.

Tang Buhua looked at his face, and didn't know if it was the relationship that made her feel particularly uncomfortable just now... Tang Buhua suddenly felt a sense of wanting to kiss him when he saw Murong Jinyan's face.

"Brother Jinyan, don't move!" Tang Buhuai shouted to Murong Jinyan.

Murong Jinyan naturally felt a little strange, so he turned his face and looked at her.

When Tang Buhua saw Murong Jinyan stopping to wait for her, he gently curled the corners of his lips, accelerated two steps, and ran to him.

"What?" Murong Jinyan raised his eyebrows slightly strangely.

"Look down!" Tang Buwei said with a smile, "You lower your head first!"

Murong Jinyan was puzzled, but he also listened to Tang Buhuai's words very much. He bent down slightly and his face was close to Tang Buhuai's face.

Tang Buhua suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked his neck, and put it on. With the awareness of looking at death, Tang Buhua raised his head and closed his eyes. Unfortunately, her height seemed to be missing a little.
Chapter completed!