Jiang Cenran's image has not become blurred due to the passage of time.

When Wei Yiming painted him, he realized that those years had been deeply engraved in her mind.

It's extremely clear and clear.

Her entire youth was slowly outlined with strokes.

For two days, Wei Yiming stayed in the studio without disturbing anyone, and focused on painting Jiang Cenran.

There is his smiling face and his cold face.

There are times when he exercises and times when he studies.

There is his front and his back.

There are times when he is serious and when he is hooligan.

Jiang Cenran, who came out of her pen, formed a completed him.

After completing the last picture, Wei Yiming put down his brush and looked at Jiang Cenran's room, his heart beat faster.

This person is so pretty.

The rumors on the Internet on the other side have also subsided.

Jiang Cenran’s public relations team is naturally not comparable to Wei Ningman’s search for a few marketing accounts.

Not only did he completely reverse Wei Yiming's image, he even completely wiped Wei Ningman's career without any trace.

Wei Jingshan also immediately issued a statement of breaking away from legal relations with Wei Ningman.

Wei Ningman will be from now on—

No one was found.

This is probably a typical example of not dying, you won’t die.

Wei Yiming painted it for more than two days in a row, and her fingers, wrists, shoulders, neck, waist and eyes felt that most of them were almost useless.

It was really not easy for her to make that man happy.

After placing all the paintings, Wei Yiming dialed Jiang Cenran's mobile phone number.

"The little princess has something to do with me?" When the low magnetic male voice sounded against her ears, her heartbeat suddenly became a little faster.

Even though he knew that Jiang Cenran was deliberately making things difficult for her, Wei Yiming had to pretend to be obedient and replied: "I miss Brother Cenran a little."

"Oh?" Jiang Cenran's tone was tepid.

"I wonder if I have the honor to invite Brother Cen Ran to have a meal?" Wei Yiming's voice was extremely soft, "The date of the two."

“Not necessarily available.”

Wei Yiming almost rolled his eyes. Unexpectedly, the dog man pretended to be one by one, so he had to continue to whisper and please: "I may have something that Brother Cen Ran is interested in here. You may have time after you see it."

"Yeah?"

"Come here to see it, okay?" Wei Yiming's soft voice was extremely suitable for acting cute, not acting cute.

"The little princess is begging me?" Jiang Cenran's tone finally changed slightly.

"Please take a look with Brother Cen Ran."

"Since the little princess is begging me like this, okay."

"Then come here quickly, I can't wait to see you." He acted coquettishly and coaxed people at will.

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Jiang Cenran put down his cell phone, and the corners of his lips were not flat and the pleasant curve.

The little princess is quite capable of bent and stretching.

Put the diary page into the folder with clear joints and lock it into the safe.

Although the handwriting on it is very stained, the general meaning can still be understood through some clearly visible words.

Wei Yiming from Girls' Generation used this method to record his feelings for him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cenran's heart became soft.

He even regretted what he had said and what he did was undoubtedly a sharp sword for her.

The degree of damage to the muscles and bones.

But she hid everything so well that she didn't realize the clue until now.

Even if she was used by her to deal with the Wei family this time, Jiang Cenran would be happy.

What's more, it's not purely exploitation.

Jiang Cenran drove to Wei Yiming's studio, and the office with simple decoration but elegant decoration was quiet.

Jiang Cenran held the tie knot with his slender fingers, lazily loosened it, and spoke lightly: "Yiming."

"I'm here."

Following the sound, Jiang Cenran walked over slowly.

Last time he came, he basically stayed in her office and hadn't visited any other place yet.

Wei Yiming's voice came from one of them.

When he walked to the door, Jiang Cenran discovered that this was a studio.

It is different from the style of her serialized comics. It is not through a hand-drawn screen, but a painting of real strokes.

There are pencil drawings, watercolor drawings, and even ink paintings.

But the topic is without exception—

It's all him.

Jiang Cenran's footsteps were stationed at the door, and his deep eyes were quietly looking at the "self".

Many scenes that even he couldn't remember were outlined by Wei Yiming.

This surprise hit his heart greatly.

It hurts, sour, numb, but sweet to the bone.

Wei Yiming walked slowly to Jiang Cenran, his delicate cheeks dyed with a slight slight crimson color.

The figure paintings in this room are like a mirror that reflects her heart.

The indescribable feelings for Jiang Cenran were finally spread in front of him.

I was inevitably embarrassed, so that the overflowing voices began to be discontinuous: "Brother Cen Ran, although I like you very much, you don't have to feel burdened..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cenran had stretched out his fingertips, raised her chin, and smiled leisurely: "So this is all your wishes for me? Then I'll accept it."

"Hmm?" Wei Yiming's curled eyelashes blinked slightly in confusion.

It's that simple?

Jiang Cenran hugged the person in his arms, put his thin lips against her ears and kissed him gently. His wet lips and breath slowly expressed with a low tone: "Enough."

Wei Yiming was still a little confused like a dream. Did she coax him?

It seems that the difficulty is not high.

The paintings in this room look brand new and new, without a trace of the atmosphere of the times.

I'm afraid she's been drawing it all the time.

Her diary alone cost him half his life.

Looking at these paintings again, Jiang Cenran felt his heart was pinched, and he felt a lot of pain when he opened it.

If it weren't for the feelings buried deep, no one could have painted him in two days at all.

"Then you are not angry, are you?" Wei Yiming asked tentatively.

"Um."

Wei Yiming spread his arms and wrapped his body hard, and his tone was a little coquettish when he settled the score later: "The little princess obviously only has the share of being coaxed, that is, you, Mr. Jiang, have such a huge face, which makes me take great pains."

"There won't be a next time."

"Then do you believe me now?" Wei Yiming raised his face lightly, and his clear and clean eyes were filled with a hint of emotion, and murmured: "I like you much earlier than you like me."

This soft accusation made Jiang Cenran's breathing suffocate again, her eyes were thickly locked on her eyebrows and eyes, and her voice was a little silence: "What should I do? I like you for a long time than you like me?"

"You are older than me, maybe you die earlier than me. Why do you think you can be longer than me?" Wei Yiming snorted lightly.

"In other words, the little princess will like me until she dies?" Jiang Cenran curled her lips and interpreted the meaning of her words.

"It depends on your performance." Wei Yiming lowered her eyelids lazily. Since she had coaxed the man, she could become an unscrupulous little princess again!

Jiang Cenran gently pinched her finger and kissed her extremely devoutly. The guilt in his tone was almost overflowing: "It was my fault to make the little princess wait for so long. I will not defend my past, but I will make up for it all in the future."

After waiting for the response to the emotions hidden in many years, Wei Yiming seemed to have finally had a way to vent his feelings. His eyes were gloomy with misty eyes glanced at Jiang Cenran: "You have not clearly rejected this marriage and made me give up, but also said as if I were dragging me to say that I don't want to get married for the time being. If I hadn't liked you too much, I would have fallen in love with you."

Wei Yiming's words were like sharp minions, which tugged Jiang Cenran's heart one after another.
To be continued...