Nie Xunhuan seemed to have some impression of Xie Yidong, but not deeply.

And she seriously suspected that Xie Yidong thought she was good at painting not because of her excellent painting skills, but mostly because of her face.

"Really? Thank you for your appreciation." Nie Xunhuan smiled gratefully, lightly and politely, but not excessively.

She has always been like this, never showing a coquettish smile to anyone.

Even in front of Duan Ye, she dared not. She

was afraid that Duan Ye would think of her wrongly.

Seeing that she seemed to have no impression of him, Duan Ye smiled bitterly again, "You still owe me something, do you know?"

Nie Xunhuan shook her head. When did she owe him something?

If it was the thank you before, she had already thanked him.

"It's a tradition in your art department. If the model thinks you paint well, you should paint a small portrait for him. I've been waiting for you."

She really had no impression of it.

"Is that so."

"Leave me your cell phone number and I'll contact you." Xie Yidong seemed to be afraid that she would regret it, so he didn't leave his cell phone number, but asked for hers instead.

Nie Zhaohuan frowned. She didn't expect him to be so smart.

"Oh, it just so happens that I'm not in school anymore. The painting should still be in the folder. Leave me your address and I'll deliver it to you." She smiled lightly and didn't intend to hand over her phone number.

Xie Yidong was stunned for a long time. He didn't expect it to be like this.

Or rather, he didn't expect a woman to refuse his request.

Nie Xunhuan understood his confusion very well. They were all outstanding people, and they were all celebrities in the school. They were praised by their classmates and teachers, and they had no idea that society was not that simple.

"That's too troublesome." Xie Yidong couldn't find the right words for a while.

At this time, the waiter brought her packed meals over. She stood up to take them and paid the bill.

Xie Yidong saw that she was unmoved and was a little anxious, "Xunhuan, that me..."

"Thank you for your affirmation of my painting skills, but I think you didn't ask me for my phone number just to get that painting. You can see that I'm no longer a college student. I'm very busy and don't have time to date, let alone deal with you." Nie Xunhuan said bluntly. Xie Yidong looked as if he had been bombarded by a mortar, and his face was solemn.

She shrugged and turned away.

"Wait!"

Nie Xunhuan had already walked out of the restaurant and was standing on the zebra crossing waiting for the red light, but Xie Yidong still chased her out and stopped her.

"Xunhuan, this is my phone number." He stuffed a napkin with the phone number written on it into her hand and reminded her, "Call me, remember to call me."

After that, Xie Yidong ran back to the restaurant.

Nie Xunhuan blinked, he was really persistent.

But in front of him, she couldn't just throw the paper away, so she casually put it in her pocket.

In front of the window of the presidential suite of the hotel opposite, Bo Jun also took everything in.

Nie Xunhuan came back with the food. She walked into the suite. She didn't see Song Ling. Only Bo Junyi was sitting on the sofa with a cold look, as if he was waiting for her.

She put the food on the dining table beside her and opened the health-preserving porridge and vegetables to dry. "Mr. Bo, you can eat now."

Bo Junyi walked towards her calmly and held her thin wrist with one hand.

"What's in your pocket?" he asked coldly.

Nie Xunhuan frowned and reached out to take out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. "

Here." She was going to return them to him.

"You can't smoke when you are injured." She said tactfully, "Why don't you wait until the wound heals before you smoke."

In fact, she didn't like men who smoke.

But she had to admit that Bo Junyi's smoking movements were unruly and very unrestrained.

"Another one." Bo Junyi's voice was very light, and his dark eyes seemed to reveal a chill.

Nie Xunhuan reached out and touched the napkin, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on her palms.

Could it be that he saw everything that just happened? !

She rubbed the napkin in her pocket and then took it out slowly, smiling coquettishly, "I used it to wipe my hands in the restaurant just now, and forgot to throw it away."

As she said that, she threw the paper ball into the trash can next to the dining table.

As soon as her wrist loosened, Bo Junyi's force disappeared, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Yidong was really like a fuse, and he almost ignited the bomb of Bo Junyi.

Bo Junyi sat down, and Nie Xunhuan immediately brought chopsticks and a spoon.

"Why did you buy so much?" Bo Junyi asked coldly.

"I saw Mr. Song was here too, so I bought one more portion because I was worried that he didn't eat it." Nie Xunhuan explained.

Bo Junyi didn't say anything, he just took a spoon and drank the porridge bit by bit.

Nie Xunhuan wanted to ask him why he didn't eat anything else, and suddenly remembered that he injured his right shoulder, so he couldn't hold chopsticks, and could only use the spoon in his left hand.

She picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of crispy cucumber for him.

Bo Junyi was slightly stunned.

"The chopsticks are clean, I have never had it before." She explained in a low voice. Knowing that Bo Junyi was a clean freak, she would naturally pay attention.

Bo Junyi continued to drink the porridge, but he would pause occasionally. At this time, Nie Xunhuan would pick up some food and put it in his bowl, serving him tremblingly.

After Bo Junyi finished his meal, he went back to his room to rest.

Nie Xunhuan heaved a sigh of relief, finally able to sit down and eat.

She had a small appetite, so she only ate half a bowl of porridge and two roasted wheat.

After eating, she cleaned up the table, then took her notebook and documents and continued to work.

There were two rooms in the suite. Bo Junyi lived in the big one, so she naturally had to go to the small one.

She was struggling in front of the computer, and Bo Junyi took a rest in the room. He felt a little pain in the wound, and then he remembered that he had not taken medicine yet.

He came out of the room, and when he walked past the coffee table, he saw Nie Xunhuan's mobile phone on it, and the breathing light was flashing.

He didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, but his mobile phone received a text message at this time.

It was all because of his good eyesight that he saw the two words "Duan Ye" at a glance.

Duan Ye is her boyfriend.

But this realization made his cold features even colder. He frowned and found that Nie Xunhuan was busy in the room, so he walked over, picked up her mobile phone, and took a look at the message.

"Xunhuan, the Chinese Valentine's Day is coming soon. I sent you a gift by mail. Remember to check it."

It was really romantic. A gift was sent across the ocean, but he didn't know that he had come across the ocean to meet her. That silly woman waited hard for such a man. It was really not worth it.

Putting down the phone, he walked to the door of Nie Xunhuan's room and pushed the door open directly. "Xiao Xun, medicine."

Nie Xunhuan was stunned when she heard Bo Junyi calling her Xiao Xun, and even thought she had heard it wrong.

"Medicine." Bo Junyi repeated it again, and she responded.