224 Chapter 223 of “Quick Wear: A Delicate Flower Is Hard to Grow (H)”

Danmei Painter x Male Channel Chief Editor (End)

After the meeting, Zhou Jinyuan returned to the office.

I just casually browsed Weibo, and suddenly I found that his Weibo account, which had basically no fans, had increased by a lot.

All kinds of girls, and occasionally some boys.

There were countless comments on his recent Weibo post.

They were all talking about how sweet they were, and also mentioned Song Tingyu’s name, wishing the two of them to stay together.

Until the hot-searching trolley saw Song Tingyu.

He paused with his fingers, then listened to his inner voice and clicked on the Weibo post.

#Ibelieveinloveagain#

I never thought that my daughter-in-law was such a person. Originally, she only liked her Danmei comics and her person, but now she has even fallen in love with her partner.

Secret love is the most beautiful story.

The accompanying picture is a small picture, not much, but rich in content.

The small characters are sleek and cute, and just a few sentences go straight to the heart.

Just the first sentence, “Zhou Jinyuan, I have been secretly in love with you for a long time.”

He stared at this sentence for a long time without reacting.

Song Tingyu likes him?Have you had a crush on him for a long time?

Zhou Jinyuan stood in front of the office window, looking down.Putting his fingers in front of the glass, he felt mixed emotions.

All morning, it was rare that I didn’t succeed in any work. My mind was filled with Song Tingyu.

“Editor-in-Chief, do you want something to eat?” Outside the door, the deputy editor was asking. He didn’t hear the answer, so he poked his head over curiously.

Zhou Jinyuan turned around and said, “No, you go and eat.”

The deputy editor saw his editor’s unusually absent-minded look and was a little surprised: “Editor-in-Chief, what’s wrong with you?”

She thought of the hot search she had just seen on her phone, and she seemed to understand Zhou Jinyuan’s mood.

“Editor-in-Chief, I wish you happiness.” The intimate behavior of the two at the banquet last night was enough for people to understand their sweetness.

They ate a lot of dog food last night, and they were very happy. This feeling is simply incomprehensible.

Zhou Jinyuan hummed.

Pick up your coat and drive home during the noon break.

Song Tingyu didn’t know that her small move had broken open Zhou Jinyuan’s heart. Lying on the bed, she drew quietly.

She is the quietest when painting.

There is no ostentation of beauty, no temptation, tranquility and warmth. She is holding a huge drawing board on her thin and petite body, and her white and tender little feet are exposed from the wide skirt.

It is like a pure and spotless white paper, not stained by the filth of the world, and the person is as pale as a chrysanthemum.

Zhou Jinyuan returned home quietly and found her in the study.

The fingers as white as green onions are holding the paintbrush and flying around, like the most beautiful picture in the world.

Hearing the noise, Song Tingyu raised her head and smiled sweetly: “Why are you back?”

“Did you miss me?” At this moment, she was as lively as a little fairy.

Sometimes she was like a child, sometimes like a fox, switching back and forth between charm and obedience. He could hardly tell how many sides this woman had.

Zhou Jinyuan’s lips stretched into a straight line, cold and distant, “I miss you.”

She looked like she was missing her. Song Tingyu raised her eyebrows intuitively, put down the painting, walked up to him, and then hooked her arms around his neck out of habit: “Unhappy? Tell me, and I will definitely be able to comfort you.”

“You have a crush on me?” He looked directly at Song Tingyu and said softly.

Song Tingyu understood immediately, and the movements of her hands were so awkward that she didn’t know what to do. She pursed her lips and prepared to withdraw her hands.

Zhou Jinyuan did not let go, holding her in his arms and forcing her to look at him.

Seeing that she could no longer escape, Song Tingyu stopped struggling, nodded uncomfortably, and said, “You know?”

“Your comics,” he said.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Song Tingyu’s eyes, as if she was annoyed.

“When did it start?”

Song Tingyu lowered her eyebrows and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: “A long time ago.”

“When we first met, was it all your design?” He raised a sharp topic.

Song Tingyu was silent, clenched her fingers, and her face turned slightly pale: “It’s not a design, it’s a test.”

“It’s just a gamble. If I win, I can have you. If I lose, then I have to convince myself.”

Zhou Jinyuan: “Why don’t you just say it?”

Song Tingyu’s body was straight, stubborn and arrogant: “If you tell me directly, what’s the difference between you and those girls who like you?”

“I just want to be different, to be a woman that’s unique to you.”

She raised her head, her dark and bright black eyes blinked nervously, her fingertips were cold, and her heart was beating violently without confidence.

“Did I succeed?”

Zhou Jinyuan stared at her for a long time. For so long, Song Tingyu’s body became so stiff that she could no longer control it and lost all her strength.

She pushed him away gently: “I’m sorry, it was me who was a burden to you.”

She lowered her head so that no one could see her expression clearly: “I’m leaving.”

Even if she likes him, she doesn’t want him to see her jokes.

His eyes turned red, but he stubbornly refused to shed tears.

Song Tingyu turned around, knelt down, picked up the drawing board, and walked past Zhou Jinyuan.

As he passed by, she sighed in her heart, and the smile on her lips became increasingly bitter.

“You succeeded.” Zhou Jinyuan grabbed her hand, “Where are you going?”