He Qi asked her to meet him in the afternoon.
In a cafe.
The decoration is simple and there are few guests.
When Ban Shu came in, He Qi was sitting by the window, with a gloomy temperament, like a ghost wandering among the people.
Pan Shu paused, then walked over and sat down opposite him.
Seeing her coming, the sinister aura on He Qi dissipated a little.
"What would you like to drink?" He Qi concealed the deep surprise in his eyes and asked calmly.
Pan Shu propped up her head and looked at him, "Do you have any recommendations?"
"Mocha coffee is sweeter, cappuccino has a smoother texture, and raw coconut latte is bitter... I think you might like mocha coffee."
After all, he discovered last time that she quite liked sweets.
"Okay, a cup of mocha." Ban Shu said gently to the bar waiter.
"What do you want?" Pan Shu glanced at the empty table in front of him.
He Qi pursed his lips and shook his head: "No need."
Pan Shu casually lifted her fair eyelids and said lazily, "It's rare for the great artist He to take the initiative to invite someone. Tell me, what's the matter?"
He pursed his lips and looked at Pan Shu inquiringly: "Does your heart problem require sacrificing others?"
She raised her lower lip.
"What do you mean? Are you blaming me?"
Her beautiful, delicate finger bones tapped lightly on the table.
It was what upset him.
He Qi opened his lips, then closed his eyes when he saw her bright and vivid face. "You can't... do that."
"Hmm? From what standpoint are you saying this to me?" Pan Shu frowned unhappily, stirring the coffee gracefully with her snow-white hands. "Tell me, from what perspective are you speaking, or rather...who are you speaking up for?"
"...An Xiaxia is a kind person." He Qi was silent for a few seconds and then said.
Panshu's expression did not change at all.
I just sighed that there really is a magnetic field between the heroine and her admirer that no one else can reverse.
Even if she appeared before this.
The heroine and He Qi still met.
She didn't see anything wrong with it.
It all depends on your ability.
"You mean to say that I'm a vicious and cruel person who wants to rip out her heart?"
She said it bluntly.
He Qi did not deny it.
After a few seconds of silence, Pan Shu curled her lips coldly: "He Qi, you have to know that it's not me who wants her heart."
"If a person is lowly, his heart is lowly."
"And I don't need a mean heart."
She is a proud person.
It is no exaggeration to say that she is a darling of heaven.
A prominent and powerful family background, high IQ, high education, beautiful and superior appearance, a naturally stunning figure... Even the profession sounds noble and admirable, ancient painting restorer.
God favors her too much.
Therefore, He Qi could not imagine why she would use threats and inducements to force a woman who was inferior to her in every way and could even be called mediocre.
But in fact.
She was indeed spoiled and willful.
It's something she would do.
It is impossible to say how much He Qi cares about An Xia Xia. First of all, they have not met many times. Secondly, with Pan Shu as a rough jade, how could he be interested in a tiny grain of sand?
It's not so much that I feel sorry for An Xia Xia.
Rather, he felt genuinely confused.
Why would she do that.
——Force, threaten, seduce, all because of a heart.
"I don't want it. I hope Mr. He can understand that I don't want her heart." Her eyes were moist, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes, which made He Qi feel unbearable pain. "I don't care what those men have done for me. I don't care how many people Miss An has lied to and exaggerated this matter. I don't care what Mr. He thinks. The fact is, I despise her."
She is not strong at all.
He hasn't said anything yet.
She cried so hard.
He Qi sighed helplessly.
He should have thought that this young lady was noble, spoiled and difficult to appease.
It's really bad to piss her off.
"I'm sorry, I believed An Xiaxia's one-sided words."
The eldest lady looked at him quietly and calmly for a few seconds, so calmly that it made He Qi feel uneasy.
"I think Mr. He and I are not the same kind of people. If there is nothing else, we should not meet again."
He Qi's fingertips paused, he frowned, and could only watch her walk away.
…
In the next few days, He Qi almost always sent her messages morning and evening, but it seemed like every message fell on deaf ears.
He didn't understand. Just Pan Shu's cold attitude made him so irritated that he wanted to go crazy.
Obviously just a stranger I don’t know very well.
He Qi felt that it was time for him to ask Pan Shu for an explanation.
He took this as a sign that he had developed a liking for Pan Shu.
This emotion makes him pick up the paintbrush, and in the end there will only be Banshu on the canvas.
It had a huge impact on him.
He thought.
This kind of helpless emotion is really not a good thing.
At the very least, it has exhausted his talent.
He couldn't think of a good solution.
He is really dull.
I had no choice but to wait in her antique painting shop.
He didn't expect that what he got was a basin of ice-cold water that made him feel cold all over.
Pan Shu was rarely wearing a cheongsam, but a dark green satin halter dress, and her skin was snow-white.
Being intimate with a man he knew too well.
In her arms she held a beautiful bouquet of white roses.
She is prettier than flowers.
He Qi stood there, his whole body stiff and almost unable to move.
He silently clenched the ancient painting he had specially found.
There are subtle traces of man-made, deliberate destruction on it.
Just like his heart that was broken and showing signs of being riddled with holes.
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