Chapter 1176: Will you cry?

Faced with this resistance, Ming Ye felt weak and embarrassed, and didn't know how to alleviate it.
In the end, he had to find an excuse for Tang Nuan's painting in his heart, thinking that he was making progress too fast, too impatient, and a little frightened Tang Nuan to paint, so it triggered Tang Nuan's instinctive rejection of painting.
It seems that getting close to this girl will only come slowly in the future.
Thinking of this, Ming Ye lowered his head and smiled, a warm tenderness overflowed from his light green eyes, "Well, what you say is what you say, I will listen to you."
After that, Tang Nuanhua turned around, returned to the villa at a faster pace, and then hid in the bathroom alone.
call--
After entering the bathroom, she exhaled a long breath, her heart said she was really scared to death, scared to death.
But why is it so frightened?
Ming Ming Ye is her lover, but when we are with him, why doesn't she have a feeling of falling in love?
I just feel like two people are like the most ordinary friends, without any feeling of heart.
The relationship between lovers shouldn't be like this, right?
hiss--
When I was about to think further down, the head of Tang Nuan's painting started to ache.
Severe pain came in waves, she clutched her head and squatted weakly on the smooth floor of the bathroom.
In the end, he had to give up thinking about such problems. Tang Nuan painted first put a bathtub of warm water, and then took off his clothes to take a bath.
Halfway through the washing, Tang Nuan painted lying in the bathtub and fell asleep. When he woke up, the water in the bathtub had completely cooled down.
Tang Nuanhua took a breath of air, and quickly got up and wiped herself dry with a dry bath towel, then returned to the strange but warm bed and fell asleep.
Soon, she entered a dream state.
This dream was very strange. Tang Nuan couldn't see anything in his paintings. He only saw a thick white fog in front of him, and some black shadows passed by from time to time in the fog.
It was clearly in front of Tang Nuan's paintings, but Tang Nuan's paintings couldn't really see their faces. They could only see a fuzzy circle of light. When they reached out to bang, these figures quickly disappeared.
"Hey, hello!" Tang Nuan's painting yelled at those people forcefully, but those people seemed to hear nothing, just hurriedly passing by Tang Nuan's eyes.
Tang Nuan was so lost in his paintings that he could only sit on the ground feebly, looking at everything around him in confusion, feeling very lonely and scared.
At this time, a name was stuck in Tang Nuan's throat, and she was almost ready to come out.
But when Tang Nuan opened his mouth in the painting, the name suddenly disappeared.
Tang Nuanhua tried to go back to the source to recall, but in any case, she could never remember the name that appeared in her mind just now.
It's just inexplicable, Tang Nuanhua felt a little sad in his heart.
She touched her empty Hungarian mouth, as if she had lost something very important!
But as long as she tried to use her brain to remember what that thing was, her brain suffered from bursts of sharp pain.
And just when Tang Nuanhua was holding his head and was very helpless, the figures in the white mist suddenly turned into a black claw, and stretched out towards Tang Nuanhua.
"what!"
There was a fine sweat stain on his forehead, and Tang Nuan woke up alive.
Those black and vague figures and sharp claws in the dream are still vivid, and Tang Nuan's painting feels that he is almost suffocated.
After waking up, she breathed heavily, looking at the ceiling in front of her, and finally felt a little calm down.
After that, Tang Nuan's painting was completely silent, but a tear fell silently from the corner of his eye.
tears?
After feeling the warmth on his face, Tang Nuanhua couldn't help reaching out and gently touching the tears on his face, feeling puzzled at the same time.
Why do you cry?
She clearly felt that she was numb, not sad, not angry, and did not feel any sadness.
So, why does this tear flow?
Thinking of this, Tang Nuan closed his eyes deeply and couldn't think anymore. Thinking again would cause a headache again.
...
The next day, the Li Group.
Li Jingyi still went to work as usual, still in a suit and leather shoes, and most people couldn't see his strangeness at all.
When they arrived at the office area, the employees greeted him very friendly, "Morning, President."
"The president is early."
Li Jingyi also nodded lightly, expressionless, without showing any emotions, anger, sorrow, or joy.
After returning to the office, he returned to his leather seat as usual, and then dealt with official duties.
Until Xu Mo came to him to report the news.
Xu Mo knew that Li Jingyi cared about Tang Nuan's paintings, so when he reported the news every morning, the first thing he had to say was about the search for Tang Nuan's paintings.
Unfortunately, the news of this day is still not surprising.
Xu Mo said solemnly, "President, Mrs. Young still..." Needless to say the rest.
Li Jingyi paused with the English pen in his hand, and then returned to normal without answering.
His face was still as indifferent as before, Li Jingyi always restrained his emotions in front of others, and never had a moment of gaffe.
However, as long as you carefully pay attention to the expression in Li Jingyi's eyes, you will find that in fact, there is already some fatigue in his eyes.
In fact, he was tired a long time ago, but he kept hiding and didn't want to talk about it.
Then Xu Mo began to report on his work as usual, probably talking about the progress of the company’s projects and so on... Li Jingyi listened to him one by one, and after Xu Mo finished speaking, he gave the simplest answer in a cold voice, "Price is important. But the most important thing is quality, don't miss it."
"Yes, President." Xu Mo nodded.
After a pause, Xu Mo added, "Um, President, someone is looking for you outside."
"Who?" Li Jingyi asked coldly.
"This……"
Xu Mo hesitated for a moment, thinking of the person outside, there was such a small excitement on his face that could not be ignored.
Li Jingyi didn't raise his eyebrows, "Since I don't know him, just let him go."
"No, no," Xu Mo quickly changed his words. "You must know this president, but I'm just a little worried..."
"?" Li Jingyi frowned displeased.
Seeing Xu Mo's hesitant to speak, he was inexplicably upset, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it, go out."
"No, President!" Xu Mo hurriedly explained, "Oh, forget it, let me just say it, that person is Miss Jialian! You should remember her, that is the one who saved us when we were abroad."