The bodyguards sent by Han Ziye stood guard at the hospital entrance from beginning to end, waiting for her.

She stood in the distance and stared at the black super bodyguards for a long time, her nose felt sour.

It turns out... Han Ziye is really protecting her... It turns out... Luo Xuan is really...

She walked slowly to the leader of the bodyguards waiting at the door.

"Miss Jing, please get in the car." The leader of the bodyguard walked up to her and opened the car door for her.

She nodded, and just about to get into the car, she suddenly turned around and asked him, "Can I ask a question?... Han Ziye...how did he explain to you?...I mean...why did he Sending so many people to protect me? ... If you can't answer, forget it."

The leader wore black super sunglasses and closed his upper lip tightly without saying a word. She couldn't see his eyes, but felt that there was still that indifferent face behind the cold glasses.Jing Seabuckthorn stared at her appearance in the black lens, and she realized that even she felt sorry for herself.Her self-esteem, to what extent will she be trampled on by herself?

Jingshaji suddenly laughed at himself, and without further questioning, walked past the leader silently and walked to the car that came to pick her up.

"The special guards of the Han family don't ask the reason, but only follow the arrangement of the master to protect the most important person of the master." The low and unskilled Chinese suddenly sounded from behind Jing Shaji.

She couldn't help turning around and looking at the tall bodyguard leader again.

...to protect Han Ziye's most important person...?

She looked at the unsmiling leader of the bodyguards, and an incredible voice in her heart questioned: Is she... important to Han Ziye...

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In the wing room of the high-end hotel, Han Ziye was having dinner with Mr. Yang, the president of Boya Gallery.How could Mr. Yang not know the reason why this high-ranking Mr. Han rewarded him with a banquet?In addition to being surprised that Mr. Han, who has always been unfeminine, can do this for a woman one day, Mr. Yang is even more curious about the matter of Miss Jing.

"Miss Jing has already reported to the gallery. She is arranged to stay in the office. She is usually very free, so Mr. Han can rest assured."

When Han Ziye heard this, his movements suddenly froze, he glanced at Mr. Yang, slowly put down his chopsticks and asked him: "Does the contracted artist of Boya Gallery need to be on duty?"

Mr. Yang was taken aback, and immediately replied with a smile: "No, only the office staff need to be on duty."

"What do you mean—our Seabuckthorn is just a small clerk?"

Hearing this, Mr. Yang realized that he seemed to have done something wrong, so he could only smile vaguely, nod his head

"Why not a signed artist?"

"...A signed artist...? Good, good! I'll tell someone to do it right away." After speaking, Mr. Yang told his assistant to arrange related matters.

Han Ziye took a deep breath, called the young assistant to stop, and asked him patiently: "Then what position will Mr. Yang arrange for her among the many contracted painters in your gallery?"

Mr. Yang gave the little assistant a wink, and the young assistant probed cautiously: "Boss, uh... I've seen Miss Jing's paintings, they are very... um... How should I put it, very It's unique. I think it's better to let Ms. Jing start with the gift painting first, so that she can get acquainted with the current market trend..."

"Gift painting?" With a trace of displeasure on his face, Han Ziye raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Yang coolly, and asked, "Why is it a 'gift'—"

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