"Why are you..." Chao Changchang didn't stretch out his hand, but just looked at the paint pen in Yun Chaochao's hand steadily. The words he wanted to say only started, and he didn't know how to continue.

"What's the reason?" Yun Chaochao was puzzled.

"Why are you treating me..." Chao Changchang paused. He originally wanted to ask [Why are you treating me so well], but when he spoke, he felt it was a bit inappropriate, and finally changed it to: "Why are you helping me like this?"

"Aren't I sarcastic about you all the time? What did you help you?" Yun Chaochao also maintained the posture of handing the paintbrush.

"I am..." Chao Changchang paused again, "In fact, there is no emotional disorder."

"What obstacle?" Yun Chaochao, who was holding a paint pen, escalated his doubts directly.

Chao Changchang didn't answer the pen handed over by Yun Chaochao, and his eyes never left Yun Chaochao's hand. "I know the difference between being sarcastic and being provocative, or deliberately stimulating. Even if I can't hear it at the beginning, I will react later. There is no emotional disorder and I will not be ungrateful."

Chao Changchang put away all the handsome guys, expressing them a little too seriously, which made Yun Chaochao feel a little uncomfortable, "What are you and what are you?"

This sounds more like talking to oneself.

The right hand holding the pen raised it a little higher. Yun Chaochao stretched the black paint pen to the front of Chaochang, and shook it a few times in a small range. "Don't you think I'll be tired after I keep holding my hand like this for a long time?"

The tone is very special.

The expression is also very special.

The word is exhausted.

It's hard to describe.

It inexplicably reminds people of a fairy-like elder sister, holding a lollipop and asking the child opposite if he wants to eat it.

Chao Changchang didn't know why he had such an unrelated picture in his mind at such a time.

It's so inexplicable that it makes [the child opposite] have no resistance.

I took the paint pen by chance. After several seconds, Chao Changchang remembered that he had not made up his mind.

In other words, he has no confidence in either Tsinghua or art exams.

"What if I try it, what if it won't work in the end?" Chao asked long.

I don’t know if I don’t want to give Yun Chaochao too much hope or don’t want to give him unrealistic fantasies.

"Where are so many ifs?" Yun Chaochao smiled.

If you look at this smile carefully enough, there is still a little smugness in the corner of your mouth that is slightly raised.

"How many things are there in life that can be 100% sure?" Chao Changchang turned around with a paint pen in his hand. This was a subconscious action. He kept holding a paintbrush since he learned to paint.

This mentality and tone are a bit inconsistent with the young man who has always [not taken this world seriously].

Since he has memories, his father has been the richest man.

He knew that there would be some turmoil in the business world.

I have also seen the ups and downs of many top-notch friends.

But he was always sure that his life had been arranged properly.

Regardless of whether he is willing to work hard or not, life will give him the greatest kindness.

He has really been such a 100% sure thing.

As it turned out, he was sure he was wrong.

"You think a little too much. Can you design the paper of the wall graffiti first and let me evaluate it with my own eyes. Have I found a qualified candidate for Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts?" Yun Chaochao opened the topic.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Chao Changchang was still following the previous topic.

"What?"

"What can't do it in the end?" This question was very direct. As a man, there was nothing to be hesitant.

"If you don't have it, it won't work. You were so lucky to be born in Greater China in the 21st century. Can you starve to death because you lacked an education?" The thorny girl came back in a blink of an eye.

Chao Changchang has a pair of beautiful eyes, not particularly big, but deep and vast. He rarely looks at anyone so straightforwardly.

No one can tell at a glance what this deep eyes are.

For some reason, he wanted to let the people on the other side see it today: "Are you girls so contradictory?"

Yun Chaochao spared no effort to hit him with his education. She would say that she would definitely not starve to death without education.

"We girls? Who do you think I can share a category with?" Yun Chaochao was angry, "If you dare to say Shui Miaomiao, I dare not let you see tomorrow's warehouse."

Yun Chaochao's hostility towards Shui Miaomiao is very obvious, and he never hides it.

As for Shui Miaomiao, if Chao Changchang has been completely forgotten, it is definitely impossible.

If he said this, he would not believe it first.

But Chao Changchang really doesn't think of this girl she once liked.

Maybe it's because I don't have time or the mood.

If Yun Chaochao hadn't mentioned it in front of him, he might have left only a vague mark in the near future.

There may be a standard answer to this question from Yun Chaochao.

Even if Chao Changchang didn't give the correct answer, Yun Chaochao was really angry and directly pulled away the paint pen he had just handed to Chaochangchang.

"Can you love it?" Yun Chaochao said again, "I will not be with you." Then, he turned around and left.

"I will do my best." Chao Changchang shouted to a back, "Try to give it your best."

A paint pen brushes through the fresh air in the morning.

The person who threw the pen turned his back to him, not even looking at him, and his steps never stopped.

It's so casual, and so just right.

The paint brush drew an arc and went directly to the place where Chao Changchang could reach it with his hand.

"Try it, even if it's just for yourself." said the back.

Judging from the reaction of the owner of the back, he should have got the answer he wanted.

Chao Changchang chased after him with a pen. A slender figure blocked the way of his back. The figure asked, "Why are you so kind to me?"

This time, Chao Changchang asked the question he wanted to ask from the beginning directly.

"You were in "100,000 Whys" in your previous life?" Yun Chaochao was forced to stop his pace, "Why are there so many whys?"

"I just have something to say." Chao Changchang stood opposite Yun Chaochao, and the girl moved there, and he followed him. He said very stubbornly what he thought he had to say, "If you are a simple high-quality student, you don't know how deep the water in our family is, I may still understand that you like me because of the fearlessness of the ignorant."

Yun Chaochao looked at Chao Changchang like a monster, asking, "Did I get you a washbasin the day you just came to the warehouse?"

The topic was changed a little quickly, and it was so fast that it was stubborn and long that I didn't know how to answer it. I gave a subconscious answer a little mechanically: "Yes."

"Take it and make it." Yun Chaochao said.

"What do you think?" Chao asked long ago.

"Is your face bigger than that basin? What is there for you who remember my name that I like?" Yun Chaochao raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Four eyes are connected.

This rhetorical question came a bit sharp, but Chaochang was relieved: "Yes, that's what I mean. I, a person who is destined to live in the abyss, is not worthy of anyone's love."

"You should go and tell your mother Ge?" The girl, as cold as the fairy sister, left without any nostalgia, leaving a sentence, "What big washbasin are you here?"

Once again, his face was longer than the tide of the basin, and he smiled embarrassedly.

He knew that he might be overthinking.

However, based on the past eighteen years of narcissism, Chao Changchang would always take it for granted that even without money, he still had a face that attracted countless girls.

It is difficult to get back.

Many habits can’t be changed at once.

Nowadays, my understanding of myself is not only confusion but also confusion.

In his past life, girls who like him could indeed queue up on the school playground.

Because I used to study in the same school, Chao Changchang didn’t know whether to classify Yun Chaochao as the past or the future.

It's not bad either. Whether in the past or the future, he is eager to explain what he wants to say before Yun Chaochao confesses his love.

Reject someone before confessing.

The last stubbornness of the heir was defeated.

…………………………

The tide has long entered the city, the first time in several months.

He went to this provincial capital city, which was not particularly high-end but had the largest traffic.

There is a hair salon in the mall, and he is not here to get a haircut.

On the second floor of the mall, at the end of the passage connecting Phase I and Phase II, there is an MK FairWill.

I am not a person who comes to get a haircut, and of course I am not here to buy gifts.

The entire brand is about to be transferred to someone else's name.
To be continued...