lure her into deep

No matter how old a woman is, she doesn’t like having her hair pulled.And men can never change their bad hands, no matter what age they are.

Cen Jia struggled for a long time and finally freed her pigtails from the clutches of the devil. Then she looked at a certain dog with a happy smile and said angrily: "Zhou Heng, you glued the shell paintings yourself, right?"

The man's body stiffened slightly, and the unnatural look that flashed through his eyes so quickly made it impossible for anyone to notice.

This shell painting was indeed glued on by his own hands, and it took him an afternoon and almost an entire night.

It was the day after the test results came out, and he drove out of the city alone.

The chaotic and restless thoughts found some solace in this aimless journey.Near noon, Zhou Heng wandered into a small town with a small population.

He saw the grandson of the coffee shop owner pasting handmade shell paintings, which was a birthday gift for the little girl he liked.Zhou Heng was confused and spent money to buy the material package.Then I tortured myself with them for more than ten hours.

A little pretentious, a little silly, and a little earthy.Every time Zhou Heng applied glue, he couldn't help but spit on himself.He must have made such an abnormal decision because of that tumor in his brain.

But watching the simple picture being completed little by little, I felt an indescribable warmth and tranquility in my heart.

He had given Cen Jia many gifts, but none of them had been done by himself.

Just be honest, if he didn't tell her, she wouldn't know.Anyway... he felt that he was quite artistic, and Cen Jia would definitely like this gift.If she doesn't like it, it means she doesn't understand art.

But the little fairy obviously knows art.

"Speak." Seeing that the dog man didn't respond for a long time, Cen Jia raised her foot and kicked his calf.

"What do you think?" Zhou Heng spoke in a precise manner, making it difficult to hear his emotions.

Cen Jia couldn't help but frown slightly.Of course she guessed "yes", but his reaction made her not sure.

"Cen Jia." Zhou Heng called her, reached for the photo frame and put it in front of his eyes to examine it, "Why do you think I attached this painting?" Could it be that the two people's spirits have reached a high degree of harmony?
"Alas..." Cen Jia sighed and sat cross-legged on the wool carpet in front of the sofa, "Because it's very illegal for you to give me such a thing." She paused and then corrected, "Actually, it's not illegal. Hey, that’s what you said.”

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, looking like he was listening attentively.

But Cen Jia suddenly didn't know how to explain it.

Just...she felt that an auction or art exhibition would be more suitable for him to choose gifts.But this shell painting is really too ordinary, even if it has a little bit of simple artistic sense in it.

Even if he really fell in love with each other for a moment, he got it from some small town cafe.With the character of the general manager, he would never accept a gift from the other party.Either buy it at a high price or exchange it for something else.It won't be for free anyway.

So this thing must have some special meaning.

But what else could it mean?The only thing she could think of was this, even though it was... quite unbelievable.

Cen Jia imagined Zhou Heng sitting at the table and sticking shells one by one in her mind, and suddenly she got goosebumps all over her body.

No, it’s too scary, I don’t dare think about it.She must be overthinking.

Zhou Heng looked at the change in expression on her face, and his eyes couldn't help but darken a little.

He put the painting back on the sofa and whispered, "Do you think I have that much free time?"

Cen Jia shook his head.

That must be no.A boss's time is very valuable.

For people who have never done anything by hand, gluing this thing is quite troublesome.With this skill, Zhou Heng can earn enough money to contract the coastline.Not to mention shells, do you want any seafood?
But Cen Jia remembered another thing... "Speaking of which, I bought a sand painting material package when I was a freshman in high school. I almost finished it, but that idiot stole it!"

"I wasted several PE classes and lunch breaks!"

"Don't let me know who it is. Otherwise, even after graduation, I won't let him go!"

The little fairy said through gritted teeth, filled with indignation, completely unaware of the unnatural look on the face of the person next to her.

"You didn't go to the security room to check the surveillance?" Zhou Heng asked nonchalantly.

"I checked. Nothing was found." Speaking of this, Cen Jia was still very depressed.She feels the surveillance at their school is toxic.It will be completely useless at the critical moment, otherwise those good things that come out of nowhere will still be an unsolved mystery to this day.

"Yeah." Zhou Heng responded in a low voice without commenting on this.

It would be strange to find out.

When he was in junior high school, he was able to break through the security systems of most Internet companies and come and go quietly.Modifying a school surveillance screen is nothing.

At that time, handicrafts were very popular among girls in school.Cross-stitch, poking fun, sand painting...most of them are given to boyfriends or boys they like after they are finished.

The painting painted by Cen Jia is a picture of two people jumping out of the sea and forming a heart shape in the moonlight.You don’t need to think about who you want to give it to.

Zhou Heng saw it when he stuffed Haojia into her desk for several nights in a row.I originally planned to pretend not to see it.But as the painting was completed day by day, he finally couldn't bear the jealousy surging in his heart.He took it away and threw it in the trash.

Cen Jia doesn't like him, but likes Shen Xu.

But is Shen Xu worthy?Pooh!
The pretty little fairy is good in everything, but her eyesight is not good.

Zhou Heng suddenly fell into memories and was in a trance for a while.It wasn't until he heard Cen Jia calling him that he came back to his senses: "What did you say?"

Cen Jia rolled her eyes at him, obviously dissatisfied with him for being distracted and not listening to her words carefully: "I said, Modi has drawn the first draft of the wedding dress. Did he send it to you?"

Zhou Heng was slightly startled, then nodded: "I sent it, but I have been too busy these days, so I only glanced at it and didn't take the time to look carefully."

Cen Jia said "Oh" and didn't care too much about it: "Then you can read the second version. I gave him some ideas and opinions, and he has already changed it."

Zhou Heng did not continue the topic and asked instead: "What happened to you yesterday? Who made you unhappy?"

Cen Jia didn't expect that he would still remember this. After his expression froze for a moment, he forced a smile: "It's nothing, I had some trouble with the old man."

Zhou Heng frowned: "For what? To urge marriage?"

It's about giving birth... Cen Jia recited silently in her mind, then shook her head: "Don't ask, these are all irrelevant and annoying things."

She really didn't want to tell Zhou Heng about such a dirty and unspeakable thing.

Although they don't want to admit it, it is a fact that they all have the surname Cen.Even without feelings, she still felt ashamed that her blood relatives were so miserable.

Zhou Heng looked at her in silence for two seconds and didn't ask any more questions.

"Then you can sleep a little longer, I have to go to the company." He touched her furry head and got up to change clothes.

Cen Jia stared at his back for a few seconds, then stood up and chased after him: "Let's go out together, I'm going to the nursing home." She didn't want to tell Zhou Heng what happened last night, but she still wanted to tell her father.