"Then... let's go over there first. It might be easier to call a taxi there," she suggested.
"Yeah." Feng Shengyang nodded, walked to the outside of the driveway, asked her to stand on the inside, and then said, "Let's go then."
Because of the traffic jam, there were also some people crowded on the sidewalk.
Some people came to watch the fun.
The two of them walked quietly. Mu Xiaoxiao always felt embarrassed and deliberately shifted his gaze to look elsewhere.
"Be careful." Feng Shengyang warned her out loud because he was afraid that she would be hit by someone.
Mu Xiaoxiao staggered a step.
Feng Shengyang was afraid that she would fall, so he had no choice but to tug on her coat.
When she stabilized her body, he let go of her hand.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him.
The calm Feng Shengyang now felt a little strange to her, completely different from the high-spirited, wanton and unrestrained Feng Shengyang she knew at the beginning.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
At this time, Feng Shengyang spoke.
"Are you still angry with me about what happened before?"
Mu Xiaoxiao paused, "...I'm not that stingy."
Feng Shengyang smiled, "That's good."
Something flashed across his eyes, and he wanted to say something to her, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it.
The two of them walked quietly again.
At this moment, Feng Shengyang felt that this was good, as if the two were still friends.
We walked two streets and waited for the bus in a place with less traffic.
Along the way, Mu Xiaoxiao was originally worried whether any fans would recognize Feng Shengyang.
It would not be good if it caused a second congestion. But luckily, that didn't happen.
Maybe it was because of the dim lighting, and because everyone was focused on the car accident ahead.
Mu Xiaoxiao thought of something, smiled, and joked with him, "Feng Shengyang, have you lost your popularity now? We walked two streets and no fans recognized you, would you? Are you a little disappointed?"
Feng Shengyang shook his head, "No."
He didn't think about this problem at all just now, his attention was focused on someone.
Mu Xiaoxiao said, "That's right. Your popularity has always been high. You never seem to have to worry about being popular, right?"
Feng Shengyang is famous for being unruly and independent in the entertainment industry. He never cares whether his popularity is popular or not, because he doesn't need to rely on it to make a living.
"I don't want to spend my whole life in the entertainment industry, I'm just interested in it for a while." Feng Shengyang told her.
Mu Xiaoxiao sighed, "If other artists heard what you said, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood."
Feng Shengyang's popularity was something that no one else could ask for, but he didn't take it seriously.
This is probably God’s injustice and preference.
Feng Shengyang asked her, "What about you?"
"What about me?" Mu Xiaoxiao was confused about the point of his question.
Feng Shengyang's eyes fell on her face, "You are so good at painting, do you plan to become a painter in the future?"
Mu Xiaoxiao replied, "I don't want to."
Feng Shengyang didn't expect her to answer so simply and asked, "Have you not thought about it? Or haven't you thought about it?"
He added, "If you want, I know Elizabeth a little bit, and you can ask her to accept you as a student."
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled, "Someone has asked me this question before, and I have thought about it, but I think I just like painting as a hobby, and I don't want to make it a career."
Feng Shengyang probably never imagined that the people who had asked her this question were world-renowned painters. They all said that she had extremely high talent and wanted to persuade her to become a painter in the future.
Among them, Elizabeth is included.
(End of chapter)