President's Brand

Chapter 195

"Help me tidy up, I'm going to the bathroom." Xi Mu didn't have time to pack his things, and after pulling Xin Ze over to explain, he turned around and ran to the bathroom.

Seeing her running away, Xin Ze was about to tease her, but she disappeared in a blink of an eye.Ren Ren bent down, picked up her messy paint, and helped her tidy up her drawing board.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, Xin Ze followed the sound and turned his head, but the person he didn't want to see made his face darken and he frowned.

Qiao Xiyao walked in and patrolled the venue for a week, but he didn't see anyone.In the huge studio, there were no other figures, it should be just the two of them. This thought instantly tightened his heart and made him feel uncomfortable!

His sharp eyes scanned the backpack on the side, and Qiao Xiyao recognized that it was Xi Mu's bag, but no one saw her. Looking at the man squatting on the ground packing his things, his brows sank, and he was about to ask Make a sound, don't want to happen to see that sketch.

"She drew this?" Looking at the sketch of the two figures cuddling each other, Qiao Xiyao pursed her thin lips. The slender figure must be her, but the tall figure beside her is not herself, but the present The man squatting on the ground!

"What do you think?" Xin Ze looked up, saw him staring at the painting, and said in a low voice, but his words were vague and did not explain.

The five fingers in his trouser pockets were tightly tightened, Qiao Xiyao's face suddenly darkened, his handsome face was covered with ice, he walked away without looking back, and went straight out of the studio.

Seeing his misunderstood walk away, Xin Ze wanted to call out to stop him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and didn't say anything more.

Xi Mu came out of the bathroom in a hurry. When she walked through the corridor, she saw a shadow flashing at the end of the front, which seemed somewhat familiar, but before she could figure it out, that figure disappeared.

Shaking her head suspiciously, Xi Mu returned to the studio and saw that Xin Ze had packed up her things. She smiled and thanked her, then picked up her bag and was about to leave.

"Mu Mu..." Seeing that she was about to leave, Xin Ze suddenly called to stop her.

Xi Mu stopped walking forward, turned around to look at her, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Exhaling secretly, Xin Ze endured the strangeness in his heart, shook his head with a smile, and said softly, "No, be careful on the road."

"Okay, goodbye." Xi Mu smiled sweetly, without thinking too much, hurriedly grabbed her bag, left the gallery quickly, and hurried back to Qiao's house.

Seeing her figure hurrying home all the way, Xin Ze stood at the window and stared at her for a long time, until her figure disappeared, he still stood in front of the window, sadly until the sunset and the sky darkened.

Anxiously rushing home, Xi Mu was thinking about his illness. When she returned to the villa, there was no sign of him in the living room. She ran to the second floor and went directly into his room, but still saw no one.

Pushing open her bedroom door nervously, she saw him sitting by the bed, staring at her with burning eyes.Putting down the bag in his hand, Xi Mu didn't care about anything else, ran over in a hurry, reached out to touch his forehead, and complained: "Is it still burning, why don't you just lie down?"

Xi Mu breathed a sigh of relief when the temperature under his hands returned to normal, and only after she regained consciousness did she realize that his expression was wrong.

"What's the matter?" Seeing his gloomy expression, Xi Mu couldn't help frowning and asked him inexplicably.

Qiao Xiyao sat by the bed, looking at the painting she hung, and the anger in her heart rose from wave to wave.Seeing her push the door in and ask about his condition first, the anger in his heart eased a little, but thinking of the other men she drew, the anger in his heart still remained.

"This painting was given to you by Xin Ze?" Qiao Xiyao stood up, walked in front of her, pointed at the painting, and asked gloomyly.

Hearing his vague questioning, Xi Mu was a little stunned, nodded obediently, and replied: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

What's wrong?

Qiao Xiyao's face darkened, he stared at her face, and narrowed his eyes dangerously.Dare to hang things from other men in such a private place as the bedroom, which is taboo in itself, and she doesn't even realize it?
"Throw it away!" With anger welling up in his heart, Qiao Xiyao ordered to speak with a cold face.

"Why?" Xi Mu was startled, seeing his inexplicable behavior, he also became angry, "Don't throw it away!"

She was indignant, thinking that this man was born to torture her, as long as she softened her heart to him, he would definitely cause trouble!For his unreasonable troubles, she really refused to back down!
Seeing her looking up and staring at him, Qiao Xiyao smiled coldly, picked up the painting hanging on the wall without saying a word, opened the balcony door, and strode to the open-air balcony.

"Don't throw it!" Seeing his series of actions, Xi Mu secretly yelled, and ran after him, but was still a step too late, watching helplessly as he threw the painting downstairs.

Not allowed?Qiao Xiyao's face changed suddenly, and there was violence in his eyes. In his dictionary, there is no such word as "no"!With a sudden loosening of the fingers, the oil painting instantly fell and fell hard to the ground in the garden.

"You..." Xi Mu stared at him fiercely, his heart heaving violently, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.Turning around, she trotted downstairs to pick up paintings in the garden.

Picking up the oil painting, Xi Mu looked at a good work, and a crack appeared in the middle, feeling angry and anxious, extremely resentful.Holding the oil painting in her arms, she went back to the second floor angrily. Just as she walked up the stairs, she saw a picture that made her even more angry.

The man put his hands in his trouser pockets, his slender body turned his back to the wall, he leaned obliquely, his handsome face was stained with a wild smile, looking at the broken oil painting in her hand, Qiao Xiyao raised her thin lips lightly, catching Narrowly said: "I can't help but fall, it's really inferior!"

Qiao Xiyao tilted his head, with a half-smile on his face, his bright eyes fixed on her, watching her face turn from green to red, he pursed his lips and smiled in satisfaction.

Seeing her approaching angrily, Qiao Xiyao stepped back slightly, glanced at her triumphantly, then turned around whistling, and just before she was about to charge over, he slammed the door shut with a "bang", throwing her isolated from the door.

(End of this chapter)