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Chapter 972: I don't think we are suitable18

I was not too shocked that Zhou Xincheng had already met Ye Luo. Through my conversation with Ye Luo yesterday, I had already expected this result.

Maybe I should have known a long time ago that the always gentle Zhou Xincheng would have such abnormal behavior just because of Ye Luo, because besides Ye Luo, I don't know anyone else who can influence Zhou Xincheng so powerfully, but subconsciously I always

I'm avoiding this question, yes, one is my dear brother and the other is my boyfriend. If they are not friendly to each other, who should I stand by?

No matter who is right or wrong, it is not what I want to see.

I tried my best to look calm and calm, and asked slowly: "Have you met? What did Ye Luo say to you? Do you want you to break up with me?"

I thought I was calm enough, but when I said the word "break up", I still felt like needles pricking my heart.[

I admit, I was afraid of getting a positive answer from Zhou Xincheng.

If all this is caused by falling leaves...

I don't dare to think about it.

Zhou Xincheng lowered his head slightly, and his long bangs slightly covered his beautiful eyes, casting a sad shadow on his eyelids. I couldn't see his eyes clearly in the dark shadow, and his thin lips pursed slightly,

Then Zhang Zhang said: "Ren Xixi, it's you who bought 'Yufei'."

I didn't expect that the topic would suddenly turn to the painting that I auctioned at a high price. I was a little stunned for a moment, and finally nodded, "Yes, last time I attended the charity auction dinner with Ye Luo, I saw that painting and I was so excited.

It was auctioned off.”

Zhou Xincheng raised the corners of his lips, his smile was without warmth and full of self-deprecation, "Yes, as long as you like it, you can spend 20 million to buy an unknown painting. What else do you want?"

What about what you can’t get?”

Zhou Xincheng's tone was extremely sarcastic, and I just felt it was harsh. I couldn't help but reach out to pull his arm hanging by his side, frowning displeasedly, "Zhou Xincheng, what do you mean by saying that? You clearly know that I am the most

Hate to hear that."

Hearing this, Zhou Xincheng suddenly raised his head and looked straight at me with his beautiful eyes, but there was no longer the warmth and gentleness of the past, only a cold one, like a frightened little animal, "Ren Xixi, you hate hearing this."

If so, then will I like what you do?"

With a suppressed tone that was close to collapse, I squinted my eyes and had nothing to say for a moment.

"Since you bought my painting, why didn't you tell me directly? Are you happy to let me look proud in front of you like a fool?"

I grabbed his hand harder: "You know I didn't mean it, and I didn't mean not to tell you. It was just that the situation was a bit complicated at the time... I wanted to find a suitable opportunity to tell you. But in fact

It doesn't matter whether I tell you or not, doesn't it? What matters is that someone appreciates your painting."

"It's not important? Have you ever considered my feelings?" Zhou Xincheng paused, his eyes a little helpless and sad, "Ren Xixi, I've always been afraid, afraid that I can't give you everything you want.

When my teacher told me that my paintings were being auctioned and that an art studio wanted my paintings, I was really excited.

I'm so happy, thinking that I can work hard with both hands to take you on a trip that belongs to both of us. I can't wait to share this so-called good news with you, but the truth is that it was just a whim of yours and a squandering of 20 million.
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