Having known each other for about ten months, they were once so close that they shared the same bed. Su Jia thought she had figured out the thickness of his face, but today she had a new understanding.
She couldn't hold back her breath and said: "If you can't catch up, don't waste your efforts."
The waves in Ji Xuanyi's blue eyes flickered slightly, and his tone was disapproving as usual: "Practice makes you know, and you only know after chasing it."
Su Jia: "..."
Thin-skinned, she really bowed down, speechless, serious? Listening to the lectures matters.
Ji Xuanyi's actual actions in the classroom are obviously not as good as "Speaking well with a sharp mouth".
He was not interested in the university courses, so he opened the notebook and pencil he brought, looked up at the girl next door from time to time, lowered his head again, and sketched skillfully.
This public class is an inspection class with a general index of importance. Su Jia's eyes on the podium will occasionally diverge and slip uncontrollably towards him, looking at what he is doing.
A high-ranking person who has been in the mall for a long time and is used to strategizing? Once she returns to the classroom, it is impossible for her not to make a living.
However, what Ji Xuanyi did, there is no need for Su Jia to study it carefully and easily see that he is painting.
Roughly shake the outline, as if? It looks like the person who drew it? It's her.
Only? Big head, still quite satisfactory.
Su Jia reflexively remembered the pictures he had drawn her before, especially the half-naked picture in the hot spring.
Just thinking about it can intensify the color of her cheeks.
She quietly took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, treating him like air.
Su Jia took it for granted? Thinking that Ji Xuanyi was just trying to be fresh for a while, and would accompany her to two small classes at most, and would leave later.
After all, he is the CEO of a listed company, so why not go? Sit down and handle important affairs.
Unexpectedly, Ji Xuanyi was surprisingly leisurely today, and followed her for two or three large classes, even the professional classes in the small classroom.
However, he was born with tall legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist. He had a three-dimensional and impeccably beautiful face. He walked beside Su Jia in an unrestrained way, making the students passing by along the way , have to look at them.
What's more, they quietly took pictures with their mobile phones.
Although Ji Xuanyi was relatively quiet throughout the whole process, as long as no one asked him to talk to him, he would never open his mouth. He sat on the seat honestly, mainly drawing with downcast eyes, but his existence was already something that should not be underestimated by Su Jia. interference.
After a whole day, Su Jia couldn't hold back before him.
The bell rang for the end of the last class. How many of them did Yao Lin leave? The roommate came to ask Su Jia to go to the cafeteria for dinner, and she waved her hand to let them go first.
Su Jia turned sideways, facing Ji Xuanyi who was concentrating on the brush and paper, her cherry red lips curled up, with a sad expression on her face.
The ends of Ji Xuanyi's eyes were absorbed into her movements, and her right hand kept waving? Pausing for a while, he pushed the drawing book towards her, and asked expectantly, "Look at me? How is the painting going?"
There is no reason for Su Jia not to look at the new things delivered to his door, not to mention that the object of his painting is still herself.
Su Jia took a serious look. What was shown on the drawing paper was her head held high, concentrating on listening to the class.
It should be that the new knowledge conveyed by the professor was too profound, and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while, and her delicate crescent eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
It looks a bit naive and stupid again, and it is similar to the first painting he gave her in the Daping floor of Grand Hyatt Court.
Su Jia's small mouth curled up even more fiercely, but after a careful comparison, after half a year, a similar scene? With a similar painting method, the picture in front of me is more delicate and agile, with both form and spirit.
Even a layman like her can tell at a glance that Ji Xuanyi's painting skills have been significantly improved.
Ji Xuanyi seemed to have read through her hidden inner voice in her brief daze, and asked with a smile: "Did I draw you better?"
Su Jia raised her eyes to meet his fiery eyes, and couldn't imagine how he had improved his painting skills in the past few months.
You must know that this is an art that requires constant practice and honing skills with strokes. Any seemingly insignificant progress has countless scraps behind it.
"Yes, Mr. Ji can consider holding an art exhibition." Su Jia said angrily.
She intuitively felt that the probability of him secretly painting her was extremely high.
Ji Xuanyi didn't seem to understand the teasing elements in her words, his eyes fixed on the drawing paper, then he raised his eyes again, looking at her deeply and unfathomably, thoughtfully.
Su Jia ignored his inexplicable change of expression, and focused on asking the doubts that had lingered for most of the day: "Mr. Ji, are you unemployed?"
"How is it possible?" Ji Xuanyi, who was distracted, came back to his senses, slightly puzzled.
Su Jia asked: "Then? Why didn't you go back to the company?"
The corners of Ji Xuanyi's lips curled up in a relaxed and seductive arc: "It's not that your class is not over."
He has been staying at the company for a long time, and he has been working night shifts for a few days. He deliberately set aside these hours to accompany the little girl.
He turned his eyes to look at this small classroom, and the students had already left.
"Are you hungry? Let's go eat." Ji Xuanyi closed the drawing book and said.
Su Jia understands what he means to go? Off-campus, the young master who is well-clothed and well-fed is picky, and he can't stand the noisy and complicated dining environment, so he is not allowed to enter the private rooms of non-high-end restaurants.
She picked up her professional book and stood up, resolutely refusing: "You go? Yours, I? Go? Go to the cafeteria to find Yao Yao and the others."
Ji Xuanyi said "Oh" in a neutral manner, and caught up with her again.
Su Jia found several people under Yao Lin in the canteen near the law school. She put down her books and went to queue for dinner first.
The canteen of Beicheng University does not need to swipe the campus card, but you need to go to a special window to buy meal tickets.
It is impossible for Ji Xuanyi to have a campus card, and he does not go to buy meal tickets, and follows Su Jia step by step, for fear of being lost.
Su Jia was about to line up to the window, and couldn't help but glance at the tall man behind him, not planning to swipe his card for him.
Ji Xuanyi didn't say a word, just followed her back after watching her finish cooking.
Su Jia held the plate steady and looked up at him suspiciously.
"I can eat or not." Ji Xuanyi said indifferently.
The cafeteria at meal time was noisy with people coming and going frequently. Su Jia stood quietly in the middle, her thoughts drifting away.
She thought of the news sent by the nanny that he didn't work and rest on time, and didn't eat on time, and thought of Yao Linxia who was often dizzy because of his chaotic living habits.
Su Jia glared at Ji Xuanyi angrily, gave him her own plate, and went to order another one.
Ji Xuanyi looked at the dinner plate in his hand, smiled and waited for her to turn back: "We Jiajia are really nice."
"Shut up." Su Jia warned coldly.
Ji Xuanyi obediently kept silent, but couldn't stop showing his face, and sat down with her? Yao Lin sat down at their table.
Almost at the same time that the two of them were sitting side by side, Zhou Yuan ran over in a hurry.
He first sneaked a kiss on Yao Linxia's side face, and was slapped violently by her. After receiving the word "roll" as a reward, he ignored the slap marks gradually appearing on his face, and rushed to Ji Xuanyi's Opposite? Watching giant pandas eat bamboo shoots? Watching him.
Ji Xuanyi put the picture book and thermos next to him, picked up a dish with chopsticks, and looked at him lazily and impatiently, meaning: Is there something wrong
Zhou Yuan laughed: "You are on our school forum today. How do you feel about your college life after so many years?"
"very good?."
Ji Xuanyi took a sip of the dish, it was oily and salty, and because it was fried in a big pot, it consumed the original fresh taste and nutritional value of the ingredients, "Especially these dishes are very delicious."
Zhou Yuan and him have known each other for many years, and they have served several dinner tables together. He knows that he is picky about food and must match it with corresponding drinks.
But seeing him take one bite after another of the cheap meals in the cafeteria at this time, Zhou Yuan couldn't help giving a thumbs up and giving a thumbs up. He smiled and passed on: In order to chase after your sister, you also worked hard, I? Waiting to admire it.
Su Jia was also surprised. It didn't work out. I thought Ji Xuanyi could still eat deliciously in the cafeteria.
She turned her head in a small arc and looked at him.
The existence of one's own temperament is really miraculous. It cannot be learned in vain, and it is difficult to cover and disappear.
Even if you are in a campus cafeteria with a lot of people and a strong atmosphere of fireworks, the man who is expensive and extravagant? As always? ?Spiritual impact.
But Su Jia didn't peep for too long, Ji Xuanyi had already noticed it, stopped his chopsticks, and looked over.
The mountains and tsunami in the distance approached in an instant, Su Jia hastily turned around, trying to divert the embarrassment by eating.
Ji Xuanyi couldn't help but smile, and shared the same fried pork with her, and commented in a low voice after eating: "The dish Jiajia chose for me is more suitable for my appetite."
Su Jia: "..."
She looked at him again, this time full of resentment.
Ji Xuanyi, who got another one from her? eyes, beamed with joy, and ate more and more happily.
Zhou Yuan, who was on the opposite side, stared at their interaction for a while, and instead of going to cook, he looked around and noticed the notebook on Ji Xuanyi's right hand.
He took a new interest: "What is this? You go to class? You didn't take notes."
While talking, Zhou Yuan wants to reach out? Su Jia's reaction was extremely fast, far surpassing Ji Xuanyi: "I can't look."
That? It's full of paintings. Ji Xuanyi has a childhood shadow in this matter, and won't let other people witness his paintings.
After sitting down, she turned into a cooking machine. Su Jia, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly, but with a very excited sound, not to mention their table, even the alumni at the two tables next to each other couldn't help being surprised and looking around.
Zhou Yuan, who was the target of the yelling, jumped in fright, stretched out his hand, and quickly retracted it: "What's the matter, what is this?"
Ji Xuanyi turned his gaze to Su Jia, and bits and pieces of joy leaped into his eyes.
The little girl's face is cold and stubborn, but she still pays attention to him and misses him.
Su Jia knew that she had lost her composure, and she exposed her backlog of small thoughts in front of him, so she hurriedly buried her head in picking rice to reduce her sense of existence.
The probing eyes gathered around her, and Ji Xuanyi was worried that she might be frightened, so he moved closer to reassure her: "It's okay."
Su Jia glanced at him shyly, then lowered her head again.
They are mysterious, and they don't need to communicate directly. The others? They don't know why, and they look confused.
Ji Xuanyi stared at Su Jia lingeringly for a moment, and the thoughts that had been secretly simmering in the classroom before turned wildly
Clearer, more defined.
He looked back at Zhou Yuan, and said calmly, "It's nothing, I'm just painting."
"Painting? You can also paint?" Zhou Yuan was surprised. He met Ji Ershao who had just entered junior high school in elementary school. He had never seen him paint in ten years of getting along with him.
The only question here is why Ji Xuanyi knows how to paint, and why doesn’t he let others know? Su Jia, who knows the cause and effect of his love of painting, is the most inconceivable.
He was willing to speak out, and his tone was so light.
It seems that the studio at home has been set as an absolute forbidden place, and no one is allowed to comment on his paintings, which has nothing to do with him.
Faced with his brother's doubts, Ji Xuanyi only smiled slightly: "I can't show you the content of the painting."
Those little girls were all captured by his eyes and fixed with a paintbrush, whether they are cute or cute, they can only be treasured privately and appreciated alone.
The whole dining table, unique? Su Jia understood what he meant, her cheeks became hot, and she went back to the dormitory with Yao Lin and the others after eating quickly.
Ji Xuanyi uncommonly cleared up all the food on the plate, took a picture book and a thermos, and went out with Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan was very curious about him suddenly being able to draw, and asked again: "Are you really drawing? Find one for me to take a look at."
Ji Xuanyi clenched the drawing book tightly: "Go to Haicheng to see it later."
"What?" Zhou Yuan suspected that there was not only a three-year age difference between them, but a thirty-year-old generation gap, and daily communication became difficult.
Ji Xuanyi's car was parked not far away, he didn't talk to Zhou Yuan much, he simply motioned, and quickly got into the car.
Sitting comfortably in the back seat, Ji Xuanyi clicked on the chat interface with Special Assistant Zhang.
Swipe the screen at will, and all you see are the progress of the renovation of the Haicheng villa, and the growing growth of the cream sunflowers in the back garden.
There is a large blank area in front of the villa, and the designer plans to make it into a lawn with first-class plasticity.
Ji Xuanyi hadn't thought about how to use that area, and now he ordered: [I'm going to hold an art exhibition in Haicheng.]
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For several days afterwards, Ji Xuanyi really seemed to be a vagrant, wandering around Su Jia's side.
All the boys who wanted to get close to her and strike up a conversation were all forced to retreat by his strange and strange ways.
Forget about these, what Su Jia is helpless is that Ji Xuanyi will always spray "Jia Jing".
In the past, Su Jia felt that he was a dissolute and ruffian, but he insisted on the opposite, the abstinent sandalwood fragrance, so there is no temptation.
Only now did I know that the most tempting thing was that he used the "Jia Jing" she had used.
Ji Xuanyi's natural aura is harsh and domineering, and he uses a softer female fragrance. Not only does it not violate harmony, but it looks like pines and cypresses pressed against the snow. Fortunately, the first ray of bright spring is welcoming, and the warmth is just right? place.
This day in the empty classroom for self-study, Su Jia didn't know how many times he was disturbed by his breath, and couldn't bear it? Asked: "You have used up your own perfume, can't you make any more?"
"Why? Why did you start using 'Jia Jing'?"
Ji Xuanyi said without hesitation, "Because you used it before."
Su Jia was stunned.
Ji Xuanyi's gaze fixed on her infatuatedly was ambiguous, mixed with Mo Naihe's grievance.
In these days when he couldn't get close to her as he wanted, he could only spray "Jiajing" on his body and carry her favorite things with him.
That's why it seems that he still has her by his side.
Su Jia glanced at the white thermos cup in his hand, with burning ears, and looked away: "Don't use it anymore."
Ji Xuanyi was silent: "It's okay if you don't need it."
Su Jia didn't expect him to speak so easily, and felt deceitful.
Sure enough, Ji Xuanyi showed his style of a profiteer again, and made up his mind: "I will return it to you tomorrow, and you can use it."
Su Jia bit her back teeth and pursed her lips.
Ji Xuanyi raised his eyebrows, wishful thinking: "Give it to me again? Hug."