Shen Li and Lu Huai went to Tianye City together.
The distance was very close, and the black Bentley drove downstairs in no time.
Shen Li opened the car door, and was about to get out of the car with the gift:
"Second brother, wait for me, I will come down soon."
Lu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Since it was given to me, it's better for me to go up and get it myself, what do you think?"
Shen Li glanced at him, knowing that he should have made up his mind, so she also nodded:
"good."
As she spoke, she took a step back, and Lu Huai and followed her out of the car.
The two walked to the lobby.
"Ari, is it cold?"
Lu Huaiyu asked in a low voice.
Shen Li shook her head: "It's not cold."
Although the temperature is very low today, they have been sitting in the car, how could it be cold.
Lu Huai bowed his head and got closer, with a lazy smile in his voice:
"But I'm cold, what should I do?"
Shen Li: "."
Just such a short way.
She had no choice but to reach out and hold his warm fingers.
"Liar."
she whispered.
The temperature of his palm is clearly higher than hers.
The corners of Lu Huai's lips curved slightly, pretending that he couldn't hear what she said, he held her hand tighter with his backhand, and whispered in her ear:
"Thank you Ali."
Shen Li didn't bother to pay attention, she took his hand and walked towards the elevator.
The two entered the elevator, and Lu Huai pressed the button for the ninth floor.
moment.
Ding-
The elevator doors opened.
Shen Li came to the door and waved her hand.
Lu Huai and Zacai reluctantly let go, and asked her to press the password.
The palm suddenly became empty, as if a place in the bottom of my heart was empty.
His slender fingers slightly curled up, and then he followed Shen Li into the room.
The gift was placed in the bedroom, Shen Li walked in and took out a painting.
Lu Huai and his eyes narrowed slightly.
The painting wasn't that big, about 25x25.
But the point is—it was a painting by her hand.
Shen Li handed over the painting:
"Second brother."
Lu Huaiyu took it, looked at the painting, his eyes darkened.
It was an oil painting, and the theme was Christmas Eve.
Outside the car window, the night is dark, the crescent moon hangs high, and the streets are filled with lights and festoons, filled with a strong festive atmosphere.
The Christmas tree in front of the store is adorned with all kinds of small gifts and colored lights, shining brilliantly.
There are intricate and gorgeous Christmas wreaths hanging above the gate, and you can even see the faint light on the little golden bells.
Even through a thin layer of drawing paper, it seems that the excitement and joy can be felt.
And this is not the most critical.
Lu Huaiyu's eyes fell on the transparent glass window.
It was extremely thin and clear, but there was a side face reflected on it.
The appearance of that face cannot be seen clearly, but the black hair that hangs down, the extremely smooth line from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, and the sharp and smooth jaw line.
That's - him.
Lu Huaiyu stared at the painting for a long time before asking in a low voice:
"Ari, is this... a painting of me?"
Shen Li gave a soft "hmm".
Lu Huai rolled his Adam's apple: "It was Christmas last year."
Not a question, but an affirmation.
Because he also saw a strong color looming in the corner - that was the little cake balloon he gave her that day.
Shen Li looked at him and blinked.
What she thought in her heart was already on this painting.
She didn't actually watch the movie that day.
All she thinks about is that person.
Lu Huaihe was silent for a long time, and finally smiled.
"Ari, come here."
he said.
Shen Li heard the words and stepped forward.
He held her hand and kissed her fingers softly and tenderly.
His voice was low and slightly hoarse.
"Why are you so good, huh?"
Shen Li let him kiss her, a subtle itchiness spread from her hands.
Noticing his darkening eyes, she finally said:
"Second brother, we should go, and we should be late if we are late."
It is very difficult to make an appointment at a restaurant on Christmas Eve, although this is not a problem for Lu Huaiyu.
But she instinctively felt that if she stayed any longer, it would be really dangerous.
like last time—
Lu Huaiyu heard what she meant and couldn't help laughing.
"good."
Shen Zhijin went upstairs and pressed the password to enter the door.
Then, at the entrance, he saw a pair of men's shoes that shouldn't be here.
He paused and looked up.
No one in the living room, no one in the kitchen or dining room.
On his handsome and cold face, his expression was light.
At this moment, Shen Li and Lu Huaiyu just walked out of the bedroom.
Because of the angle, the two didn't notice Shen Zhijin at the door.
Lu Huaiyu held the painting in one hand, and held Shen Li's hand in the other.
After she closed the door, she bowed her head and approached, her words were somewhat ambiguous and teasing:
"Ari is so scared? Last time I came, I didn't pay back—"
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because, he felt a substantial gaze that fell heavily on his shoulder.
At the same moment, Shen Li also noticed something, and turned her head to look this way.
When she saw Shen Zhijin, she paused for a long time before shouting dryly:
"dad."
Lu Huai twitched with the corners of his eyes.
Then, he straightened up calmly and looked back.
Shen Zhijin was standing at the door, with a black suitcase next to him, covered with dust, it seemed that it should be—
Just, just, come back, come.
The space seemed to freeze, and the surroundings were silent.
Lu Huai greeted with a smile:
"Teacher Shen."
Shen Zhijin didn't speak.
Shen Li coughed lightly: "Dad, didn't you explain tomorrow's flight?"
"Today's Christmas Eve, I want to come back to spend with you."
In order to end the trip ahead of schedule, he has been working overtime for the past two days.
He said, and finally looked at Lu Huaiyu.
Looking at each other for a moment, Lu Huai and sincerely said:
"Mr. Shen, I'm here to pick up Ali for dinner, and come up by the way to get the Christmas gift that Ali gave me."
"Um."
Shen Zhijin's gaze skipped over the painting in his hand, his tone was calm,
"Then, what about last time?"
good night ang
(end of this chapter)