After I crossed into the book, I got along with the male protagonist's mortal enemy

Chapter 200 Let them meet
The other party also introduced who he was in the chat page box again, for fear that she would not know and there would be a misunderstanding.

Qiao Yue thought about it, the other party seemed to be much older than him, she tried to ask: [Uncle... what do you want me for?]

The other party sent her a photo.

A picture.

Qiao Yue clicked on the photo, it was a snow scene, a vast expanse of white, bare tree branches and white clouds in the sky were also drawn, very detailed.

And just looking at the coloring, it seems that it has just been painted.

Qiao Yue couldn't help guessing that that man must be a painter, right?
And he appeared at the art exhibition that day, and the paintings hung in the art exhibition also had portraits of his friends, so could it be that he organized the art exhibition?
Are those paintings all from him?
[Uncle, may I ask, all the paintings in the art exhibition that day were made by you?]

This time, it took nearly 5 minutes for the other party to reply: [Yes. 〕

[How did you see it?]

Qiao Yue: [I saw that your painting was just painted, and I guessed that it was drawn by you, so I thought of the painting exhibition that day. 〕

The man looked at this wechat message and didn't reply for a long time.

He lives in a cold big villa, uninhabited all year round, and this exclusive studio is extremely empty. The heating here broke down a few years ago and he didn't bother to find someone to fix it. It was windy the day before yesterday, and he was too lazy in City A. Looking for relatives and friends, it was Chinese New Year, so he thought about coming back to live for a night.

But he didn't expect that it was snowing in city A at this time, and his plan to go home was disrupted. Because the weather was too cold, he spent a lot of money last night to hire an electrician to repair the air conditioner, otherwise it would be difficult to hold a paintbrush now.

The man sat in front of the bright window, and in front of him was the painting sent to Qiao Yue. It was indeed painted by him, and there was a smell of paint in the room.

Outside the window, the snow is covered, and the scene is no different from the one in his painting.

Qiao Yue was on the other side, in the same city as him, enjoying the snow together.

She looked at the painting carefully for a while, and felt that since the other party wanted to be a like-minded friend with her, she must give him a little encouragement in painting, um... If she had to comment, it would be that the painting is superb, very There is appreciation value!
It sounds a bit perfunctory, but she has limited culture and doesn't know other adjectives.

[Uncle, your painting is so beautiful! 〕

This seems more perfunctory.

At the moment when the message was sent, Qiao Yue thought that these words were not as good as her previous evaluation.

The screen was turned on again, and the man couldn't bear to smile when he saw the girl's extremely perfunctory compliment.

It really does look like her.

If their daughter was still alive, she should be about the same age as this Qiao Yue.

It's just that when he thought of "her" and "their daughter", the man's star-like eyes suddenly dimmed.

[Well, it's Xue Jingmei. ] he replied.

After pondering for a while, he typed two more lines: [My surname is Duan, and my name is Duan Yiyao. You don't have to be so restrained in the future, you can call me Uncle Duan. 〕

At this time, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Duan Yiyao put the mobile phone and the paint tray together, picked up the brush again, and perfected the landscape painting in front of him: "Come in."

It's the accompanying butler.

"Sir, the young master is here."

Duan Yiyao paused while holding the paintbrush, and turned around: "Master?"

The tall figure behind the butler gradually became clear. A man in a coffee-colored coat appeared at the door. He wore familiar gold-framed glasses, and his affectionate eyes were hidden under the lenses. There was a smile on his lips: "Father."

"Ozawa?" Duan Yiyao was overwhelmed with surprise, "Come in!"

With permission, Zhang Duanze walked into the room, and the housekeeper helped to close the door behind him, reminiscing about the past with the father and son.

"Ozawa, why are you in City A?"

Duan Yiyao put down his paintbrush and stood up, looked him over, and said worriedly: "I haven't seen you for a few months, why have you lost so much weight? Are you tired from filming?"

Zhang Duanze adjusted his glasses: "It's nothing, I lost weight specially to restore the role in the play."

Duan Yiyao frowned: "Oh, I told you not to enter the entertainment industry. It was a back injury before, and now it's weight loss. I won't ask you to have plastic surgery next time, right?"

"No." Zhang Duanze laughed.

Duan Yiyao: "By the way, didn't you say that you would fly back after attending the Spring Festival Gala? Why did you come here?"

"I asked the housekeeper. I knew my father was here and came here. It's still the New Year. I want to accompany you."

Duan Yiyao smiled happily: "Okay, I'm worried about the New Year's Eve, and I'm panicking in such a big villa."

Zhang Duanze's smile was still warm like the sun, and the mirror reflected a glint of light, and he looked at the painting behind him.

"Father is very good at drawing, and this snow scene painting is so lifelike under your pen."

When Duan Yiyao thought of his different praise, he immediately laughed twice: "You are a good adjective!"

He patted Zhang Duanze on the shoulder: "Then you can enjoy it here first, I'll go to the toilet."

When the sound of Duan Yiyao's footsteps gradually faded away, Zhang Duanze's brows and eyes under the glasses were less gentle, like the snow outside, rolling up a deep cold.

He looked at the picture with disgust.

As if tearing open his wound and throwing salt on it.

Zhang Duanze looked down at the colorful paints again, and if he just opened a bottle and splashed it, the painting would be ruined...

At this moment, Duan Yiyao's phone screen lit up.

A WeChat message from a WeChat contact marked "QY".

He glanced at it, but didn't look at the content carefully, but only noticed the head portrait.

Qiao Yue?
He picked up the phone.

QY is clearly Qiao Yue!
Zhang Duanze's fingertips gripping the phone gradually tightened, and his cold eyes were instantly replaced by darkness.

Unexpectedly, after all his calculations, he still let them meet.

The corners of Zhang Duanze's lips curled up, with a ruthless arc raised like a blade. He put the phone back, took out his own phone, and sent a text message to a number without any notes.

[Action ahead of time, no one left alive. 〕

"..."

After nearly half an hour, Qiao Yue did not wait for the other party's reply.

During this period, Qiao Niannian knocked on her door once.

Qiao Yue opened the door and saw that it was Qiao Niannian who came, and was suspicious: "Sister, what's the matter?"

When Qiao Niannian is usually obsessed with the subject, no one else can affect her at all, let alone her ability to get out of the subject.

"You...Are you free on the seventh day? I want you to accompany me to meet someone." Qiao Niannian was a little embarrassed.

"Yes." Qiao Yue immediately agreed.

Isn't Qiao Niannian's business her business?
"But who are you going to see?"

She must let her know whether the other party is safe or not. There are too many liars in today's society. Female liars are fine, but male liars must prepare some anti-wolf weapons in advance.

Qiao Niannian replied truthfully: "He said...he was one of my elementary school classmates."

"He... said?" Qiao Yue felt incredible.

He said, how could she believe it?
She is worthy of the title of little white flower, but also a kind-hearted and beautiful heroine.

Qiao Yue is not good at teaching her anything, so she can only ask: "Did he say what his name is?"

(End of this chapter)