Qi Xian felt that she was floating out of the Jiang family. She didn't know why she left without picking up the things at that time, and she also explained, "I'm not A Cup."

This is completely a place where there is no silver for three hundred taels! I'm afraid it's better than this if I say "this is not mine"! It's so embarrassing. And this feeling lasted until Tang Miyou's birthday party.

There are more than twenty young men and women in the private room, eating, drinking, talking and laughing. After cutting the cake, it is time to dismantle the gifts.

Qi Xian really didn't expect that Tang Miyou would choose to tear down the gifts given by everyone in public, otherwise she would definitely give away something else.

The two words that Jiang Linchuan just said just now were like a magic sound, and the "A cup" that turned into a barrage floated through Qi Xian's mind from time to time. In order to avoid a new round of embarrassment, she suggested Tang Miyou: "You go home and tear it down."

"Why!"

"Because you took it apart, everyone here will not only know the color of your underwear, but also know your cup very clearly."

Don Miyou: “…Is A cup a shame?”

Qi Xian shook his head sincerely, "No shame."

Tang Miyou: "..." You are so big!

Finally, in order not to let everyone focus on her breasts, especially the scumbag who dumped her, was still present, Tang Miyou finally chose Qi Xian's suggestion.

The next day, when the sun was at noon, Qi Xian got up lazily from the bed. At this moment, she was extremely glad that Jiang Shiyu was not at home because of a poor trip with her hikers during the summer vacation, otherwise such a good time to sleep in would definitely be disturbed.

Thinking of this, Qi Xian's movement of stretching her waist was paused. A few seconds later, she got up from the bed, put on her slippers and ran to the window, slowly lifting one side of the curtain.

The Jiang family is still the same Jiang family. It is obviously not different from usual, but it just feels strange. Qi Xian looked at it secretly for a while, and was about to put down the curtains and go to the bathroom, but he saw that the gate of the Jiang family was opened. Then Jiang Linchuan's tall figure gradually came into view.

The man's angular face is particularly three-dimensional under the light and shadow of light and darkness. Every line seems to be carefully outlined by the greatest painter.

Five years ago, Jiang Linchuan didn’t seem to be so beautiful. Qi Xian’s eyelashes trembled and she snorted lightly, but it seemed that she was not so bad either.

Jiang Linchuan closed the door and walked towards the car, as if he felt something, and suddenly looked at this side. Their eyes collided with two fences across a narrow road.

Qi Xian felt guilty inexplicably, like a child who was caught in a prank. He was stiff and didn't know what to react.

Looking at each other awkwardly for a moment, Qi Xian suddenly grimaced Jiang Linchuan. Then, fearing that the other party would quickly put down the curtains and return to the bed to hug the quilt tightly.

She wrapped herself tightly and hit her head against the pillow in annoyance, "Idiot Idiot..."

But I didn't know that under the bright sun, the subtle curve of Jiang Linchuan's mouth was like a quietly blooming flower.

In the afternoon, Qi Xian received a call from Chen Jing.

Chen Jing is a senior sister of the third class of senior high school and is now working as a design director in a decoration company. Qi Xian works as an intern in their company and takes on the job of painting murals.

On the phone, Chen Jing told Qi Xian that she would go to "Scar you in" in the afternoon to finish the payment. After explaining the details, she mentioned another thing: "Do you have to start school in less than two weeks?"

Qi Xian studied in the local art academy in Zongcheng and entered his junior year at the beginning of September.

"Well, there are less than ten days left."

"Zhang Kai is taking on other projects now. I have a new job in my hand. Do you want to consider doing it?"

Qi Xian frowned.

This summer vacation, she was not idle at all, and she struggled for her ideals almost every day. When school was about to start, she wanted to let go and live a decadent life. So she was a little hesitant.

Chen Jing laughed over there: "It doesn't matter if you don't do it. You think about it for one day, just reply to me tomorrow."

After the call was over, Qi Xian went out to collect the money.

The haunted house has officially closed down. When she arrived, the staff were moving things out. A lot of costumes and props were placed together, and it was a thrilling thing like a ghost movie.

Ji Renbei was nestled on the lounge chair at the bar, holding his toes as he directed the worker. He had smoke between his fingers, and his narrow eyes were narrowed behind the smog.

When I saw Qi Xian, I raised the corner of my lips and pinched the cigarette without any trace, "Yeah, what wind blows you today?"

Because of Tang Miyou's alternative interests, Qi Xian often came to the haunted house and met the people here after a while. Later, he took over the work of murals and gradually became more and more familiar with them.

Today she wore a half-sleeved water-green fluffy skirt, revealing her slender arms and a pair of straight long legs. Her long chestnut hair was draped behind her, and her hair was curled with charming curves. Her cheeks were not covered with pink, but they were still beautiful and dazzling.

Qi Xian stood by the bar and stretched out his hand towards Ji Renbei: "It is the power of the RMB."

Ji Renbei laughed softly. He took out a stack of money from the drawer and put it into the banknote detector.

The rustling sound of counting money was particularly refreshing. Ji Renbei looked at Qi Xian's delicate face and tickled: "My future is worrying, you don't even ask."

Qi Xian: "Ah?"

"I said I..."

"I've finished asking."

Ji Renbei: "..."

He grinded his teeth, his eyes changed again and again, and finally he only laughed silently.

The money was packaged with an envelope, and Qi Xian reached out to get it, and Ji Renbei pulled it back.

She raised her head and blinked her eyes.

"Draw me next door."

"No." Qi Xian shook his head, "I'm going to start school."

Ji Renbei smiled: "Don't fool me. How busy are you in junior year?"

Qi Xian pulled away the envelope and put it in the bag he carried with him, "I'll be busy if anyone said it."

"What are you busy with?"

"I'm busy sleeping, eating delicious food and shopping online." So where do I get the extra time?

"Aren't you busy looking for a boyfriend?"

As soon as the words were finished, the person carrying things outside the door screamed, and then he heard a clang.

Someone called Ji Renbei, and he cursed and ran out quickly.

The things on the first floor have been moved almost. Only a few wooden chairs are left. The surroundings are empty, and a few small objects have accidentally dropped from the ground, which looks very desolate.

Facing the big wall at the main entrance, there is a very beautiful mural. The snow-white Chongming bird raised its head and spread its wings, looking at the sky lonely.

This is the last mural completed by Qi Xian, but no one will watch it anymore.

——

In the evening, Shang Yingqiu and Qi Zhicheng rarely returned home together. The three of them had dinner around the American long table, and the situation gradually evolved from the care of Qi Xian to the scene of the mouth.

Shang Yingqiu: "Your company's turnover has increased by two percentage points this month."

Qi Zhicheng: "But it's a bit worse than your company."

"You still want to eat a fat man in one bite?"

"I'm called ambitious."

"If you have ambition, you should see your strength clearly."

Qi Zhicheng: "How did you speak!"

Qi Xian blinked his eyes, looking like he was waiting for the battle to begin.

Shang Yingqiu: "What's wrong with me saying this?"

"Can I marry you without the strength?"

Qi Xian put down the dog basin, oh no, the rice bowl, and returned to the room without looking sideways.

What the hell! No parental love at all.

She took out an illustration collection from the drawer and flipped through it casually. The hand that was placed on the bed suddenly rang. Qi Xian closed the illustration collection and answered the phone. Chen Jing came from the opposite side with a distressed voice: "I found that I have been slapping in the face recently."

The meaning of being stupid was that Qi Xian didn't know. She leaned against the head of the bed, lazily teased Chen Jing: "Life tells you that if one side of her face is swollen, please extend the other side too."

Chen Jing laughed out loud: "Dear Qiqi, Zhang Kai told me today that I am too busy to be busy and everyone else has work. Can you replace me for two days first and take over immediately when someone is free? Is it okay to sell me for face? "

Chen Jing has always taken good care of her in the company and has only been replaced for a few days. Qi Xian didn't want to refuse very toughly.

"Then I'll make an exception for Sister Chen. What kind of work is it?"

Chen Jing heard Qi Xian's voice over and silently picked the corners of her lips: "Renovation. It's the haunted house you made before."

Three days later, Qi Xian received the paint from the company and took a taxi to Nanling Road.

Under the scorching sun, the gray and white building with a terrifying tone has been transformed beyond recognition.

The glass was polished brightly, all the blood stains disappeared, the sign was removed, and the worker was hanging steel wire to paint the wall with dark gray exterior paint.

Qi Xian suddenly felt like a mirage. It was clearly the same place, but after changing the style, it felt different immediately.

She looked in the direction of the new haunted house again. Ji Renbei moved quickly enough, the sign was hung, and he even pulled a banner-

Change soup without changing the medicine, change the floor without changing ghosts, come in and scare you to death!

Qi Xian: "..."

The person in charge of the decoration was a young man, who looked about the same age as hers. His sunglasses, which were like hers, had never taken off since they met. He was like a blind man when he spoke with his hands.

"Draw the walls on both sides according to the drawings," he said, pointing to the middle wall, "Keep this piece, don't move."

Qi Xian glanced at the Chongming Bird.

The young man left after he explained.
To be continued...