When I opened the door, I saw Gu Moran sitting alone in the studio, quietly looking at the paintings on the walls. This hobby was only loved by Shen Jinman since he left. He fell in love with the distinctive oil paint. Looking at each painting, he treated it like a treasure. Gu Zhirou’s heart suddenly warmed up, and he knew that his brother must have never forgotten the feelings he had once had.
But she couldn’t forgive him. What should I do?
“Brother.” Gu Zhirou shouted softly. After hearing this, Gu Moran turned her head. Her facial features were clearly and profound, like a Greek sculpture. Her dark and deep ice eyes looked wild and unrestrained, evil and sexy.
“Zhirou, you are here.” Gu Moran’s sexy and low voice made Gu Zhirou smile slightly.
“Grandma will check you tomorrow. I will come soon after the meeting. I took over this case, so I have to go to the details, okay?” Gu Zhirou said the reason that had already been made, and Gu Moran nodded without any doubt. His slender fingers touched the picture, making people feel as if it was not a painting, but the delicate skin of the lover.
“You like her paintings very much.” Gu Zhirou asked him inadvertently, not knowing that a person can like something to this extent.
“It’s not that I like painting, but that I like the name of the owner of this painting.”
When his sexy lips said these words lightly, Gu Zhirou seemed to see a faint mist in his deep eyes.
Suddenly she didn’t know how to describe it. Others said that she had a cold appearance but a hot heart, but what about him?