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She must be the model that Miss Jane Xin found. Thinking of this, Jia Wei rushed to the second floor and opened the door almost without stopping.

The woman was looking down at the album, her jet-black hair parted into two sides, black and white, quietly like a painting.

When she heard the sound, she raised her head and frowned a little impatiently, but she seemed to be stunned the moment she saw Jiawei.

The two looked at each other silently.

After a while, Jiawei smiled awkwardly: "Hi, I'm Li Jiawei, I'm from the same club as Senior Sister Jian Xin, and I'm also from the art department..."

The woman looked at him but didn't speak, Jia Wei continued: "You, are you here to be a model for Senior Sister Jian Xin?"

The woman looked at him, and nodded slightly after a while.

"Yes, then you must have been sitting for a long time, are you thirsty, do you want me to pour you some tea?"

The woman shook her head slightly.

"Have we met before? I don't know why, I think you look familiar!" Jiawei felt that his palms were sweating, and his forehead couldn't help turning slightly red. This strike-up is too old-fashioned, but after all, he has never have done this kind of thing.

This time the woman glanced at him, seemed to take a deep breath, and then turned her head slightly.

The slightly drooping eyelids made her long eyelashes cast a curved shadow on the straight bridge of the nose, and her profile made Jiawei's heart beat even harder. Jiawei could hear her own heartbeat, but she didn't know what to do. How to speak.

He felt a little embarrassed, because no matter what he said, the woman just nodded or shook her head, and she never said anything. Obviously, when the four eyes met just now, he still had a feeling of soul connection.

The door behind him was opened again, Jane Xin walked in with a palette, and said: "Oh, it's terrible, there will be no white."

She looked up and saw Jiawei standing there, and said, "Here we come!"

Jiawei grunted, and then looked away from the model with some reluctance. He became very inefficient today. He moved for almost two hours, and he didn't move too many things. More than half of the time It's staying in the studio.

Jian Xin turned her eyes to look at him, and said suspiciously: "You've been walking around by my side, you don't think Mina likes me, do you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiawei hurriedly looked at the woman, wondering if it was due to his own psychological factors, he obviously felt that the woman's sharp lips were slightly bent.

Jian Xin saw Jia Wei's eyes looking in front of her, she was stunned for a long while and suddenly blinked her eyes and said, "Why, you've fallen in love with my model!"

Jiawei blushed immediately, and said, "Even if she is your model, please respect her, okay?"

Jane Xin put down her pen, folded her arms and said, "I'm asking if you have taken a fancy to my model, you have to remind me to respect you, what does this have to do with respecting my model?"

"Who made you speak so rudely and abruptly?" Jiawei muttered while lowering his head, pretending to tidy up the drawing board.

Jian Xin let out a sigh, patted her arms with her slender fingers and said, "Do you have it? You are a man, if you have it, you have it, if you don't, you don't!"

Jiawei's face that had just subsided turned red again, and he glanced at the woman slightly and said, "Do I have anything to do with you?"

"If there is, I can introduce it to you!" Jane Xin said with a grin.

Jia Wei looked at the woman, she turned her head away again, and he whispered: "She doesn't want to talk to me, don't force her to do it, why do you love being a matchmaker so much!"

"Oh, she doesn't talk..." Jane thought for a while and sighed, "That's because she is dumb!"

The woman started to frown, and Jiawei was slightly dazed.

Jane Xin continued to sigh: "Speaking of which, she can be regarded as a younger sister in our family, but she is the illegitimate daughter of my fourth cousin, and she is also dumb. Later, her mother died and she was so poor that she had no food. She has to eat, the family sees her pitiful, so let her be a maid in our house or something!"

Jiawei suddenly felt a little pain in his heart, and said with a sneer, "Your family is really human!"

Jane Xin shrugged her shoulders, and said helplessly: "You may not know that Jane's men are all stallions, and there are a lot of illegitimate children who lack no arms or legs, let alone dumb! There is no difference between you and strangers!"

Jiawei glanced back at the woman, picked up the drawing board and left the studio without saying a word.

After he walked out, the woman turned her face and said dissatisfiedly to Jane Xin in a very magnetic male voice: "You are talking nonsense!"

Jian Xin's eyes were full of light, and she said excitedly: "Haha, it's really interesting, isn't it, Jian Wei!"

Jianwei tore off his wig and threw it on the table, then took off his long skirt and threw it aside, put on his white shirt naked, buttoned up his sleeves and said: "I only promise you As a model, I never said that I want to play such a boring game with you!"

Jane Xin smiled and said: "You just need to be your model, I didn't ask you to do extra things!"

"Then what was that gibberish you just made up?"

"It was Jiawei who said he hated the sons of wealthy families, so I had to make him a weak and miserable woman. I think he really likes it, doesn't he?"

"Boring!" Jian Wei said coldly.

Jian Xin squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Don't forget to come over at the same time tomorrow. Although grandpa only left me [-]% of the stocks, sometimes [-]% is very important!"

Jian Wei said indifferently: "Second Uncle is your real father, why should I believe that you will definitely stand by my side in the end!"

Jane Xin raised the paintbrush, giggled and said, "Because I was born by a bastard!"

Jianwei picked up his coat and quickly walked out of the room, not bothering to pay attention to Miss Jane, the artist.

The next day he really hesitated for a while, but went to Jane Xin's studio.

Jian's has always been the survival of the fittest, and it is their instinct for the heirs to strive for every available resource. Jian Wei persuaded himself to go to Jian Xin's studio again.

After Jianwei changed his clothes, he didn't wait for Jane Xin after a long time, he couldn't help frowning and raised his wrist to look at his watch.

The door opened, he looked up, and it was Li Jiawei who came.

"Hi!" Jia Weiwei greeted a little awkwardly, and said: "Sister Jian Xin said...she has something to do today, let me help her make a few pose sketches."

Jian Wei took a deep breath, and Jia Wei quickly said, "You don't have to move, I can move the drawing board by myself."

"You can do whatever you want!" Jiawei picked up the sketch pen and added.

Since he said it so generously, Jian Wei felt relieved, he picked up the picture album next to him and started to read it.

In the studio, there was only the sound of rustling sketch pens sliding across the paper, and Jianwei heard Jiawei change the direction of the drawing board several times.

Even if he lowered his head, Jian Wei could feel Jia Wei's gaze, with a bit of heat, he threw the album on the table, and just wanted to get up and leave.

Jiawei seemed to have finished the work, he took down the drawing board, walked up to Jianwei, and said, "This is for you!"

Jianwei's gaze fell on the drawing board, and he felt a sense of shock. The woman on the screen seemed to be looking directly at him. Her attire was conservative, but she had a pair of explicit eyes, as if she had been stripped away. A corner of the desire, all the truth filled inside is overflowing.

"What's your name?" Jiawei slightly said cautiously: "I want to put it on the drawing paper!"

Jianwei pondered for a while, took the sketch pen from Jiawei's hand, and wrote a beautiful cursive script on the drawing board: Jane.

"Jane!" Jiawei was a little excited, he squatted down and said in front of the drawing board: "Here, Jane!"

Jian Wei took a look at him, took the album beside him, and wrote, "What about the sketch you promised Jane Xin?"

Jiawei laughed, a bright smile appeared on his tea-colored skin, and then said: "Don't worry about her!"

Jianwei's gaze slightly moved away from Jiawei's face, and his eyelids lowered slightly.

Jiawei raised his head halfway and said: "No wonder I think you look familiar, so you are also from Jane's family, but you...you are completely different from them." He blushed slightly and said: "But you and the arrogant Jane Wei, the self-righteous Jane Xin is completely different..."

Jianwei's eyelids were raised suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but Jiawei missed it with lowered eyes. He stammered a little: "Yes, can I make friends with you, Jane?"

The studio was silent, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Jian Wei also knew that Jian Xin's current interest might not be on the canvas, but on some bad things, he took a deep breath, stood up and decided to leave.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" Jiawei got up and asked again.

Jian Wei shook his head.

"So..." Jiawei felt a little lost, and said softly, "Then where can I find you, Jane?"

Jianwei looked at Jiawei, seeing that his eyes were full of longing, he couldn't help being a little stunned, and remained silent.

The two stared at each other silently, and Jiawei could feel his own heartbeat, and he could hear every sound so clearly.

In the end, Jian Wei slightly lowered his eyes and cut off their gaze.

"Have you finished work yet?" Jane Xin smiled and pushed open the door in overalls.

Jiawei got up quickly, blushing in embarrassment and said, "Why didn't you knock when you came in."

Jane Xin made gestures and said, "It seems like this is my studio!"

"Jane said she won't be coming tomorrow!" Jiawei blurted out, the eagerness in his tone made the blush on his honey-colored skin even heavier.

Jian Xin turned to look at Jian Wei, ignoring the dark and gloomy face on the latter's face, blinked and smiled: "He will come tomorrow.!"

"I'll go first!" Jiawei obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice. After walking a few steps, he turned around and said to Jianwei: "See you tomorrow, Jane."

Jane Xin watched him go out, then lifted the drawing board, said wow, and then let out a long breath: "Li Jiawei is very talented in strong love."

Jianwei began to take off his clothes, and then said: "I won't come tomorrow, don't talk to me anymore, who do you like to help, help who!"

Jian Xin turned her head and frowned, looked Jian Wei up and down, then said with a grin: "Then I'll let him go to Jian's mansion to find you?"

Jian Wei buttoned up his buttons and said, "Please be normal."

"Be normal...then I have to tell him that the Jane he likes is the Jane Wei he hates. Li Jiawei hates you so much, maybe he will tell the whole school that he asked you to wear a maid's clothes as a model for him!" Jane Xin grimaced.

"What exactly do you want?" Jian Wei immediately lowered his face. As the direct son of the Jian family, he has always occupied an absolutely condescending position among the children of the Jian family, big and small, domineering and indifferent, but he is the only one who doesn't care about this madness. My cousin was a little helpless.

"Help me find out if Li Jiawei is gay or not!" Jian Xin quickly took Jian Wei's arm and said coquettishly: "You know that Mina begged me every day with red eyes, saying that it was you who caused Li Jiawei to be so Being accused of being gay!"

Jianwei said coldly: "Is Li Jiawei gay? What's she worried about?"

"It's not because she likes Li Jiawei herself, she thinks Li Jiawei likes her too, but because of that incident, she's not happy..." Jane Xin grimaced and said, "Speaking of which, you have to treat Jiawei more or less. Are you responsible for being rumored to be gay?!"

Jian Wei let out a long breath. Seeing that he had been persuaded, Jian Wei picked up Jia Wei's drawing board and glanced up and down again, and suddenly said, "Do you want to go to Li Jiawei?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jian Wei frowned and said, "I'm not like him, men and women don't argue!"

"That's right...you almost fucked my father's mistresses all over!" Looking at the painting, Jian Xin suddenly raised her finger and said, "That's Li Jiawei wanting to fuck you!"

Jian Wei snapped the button in her hand, and Jian Xin spread her hands and said: "No way, art can't bury lies!" She turned the drawing board and pointed to the eyes on the picture and said: "If the desire inside is not yours, , is his, he longs for you to look at him with such eyes. This is called psychological suggestion in psychology."

"Dignified Miss Jian, you are so boring!" Jian Wei picked up her school uniform and walked out of the studio.

After school, Uncle Lu came to Jiawei again, but because Lin Feng still didn't come, he asked Jiawei if he still wanted to do the underground parking lot.

"Do it!" Jiawei agreed.

He took the tools, and since it was the rush hour after school, he carried them to take the freight elevator.

When he got to the passenger elevator, he saw Jianwei standing at the elevator door with his bag behind his back.

He caught a glimpse of him, and he caught a glimpse of him, and the two gave each other a cold look.

The school uniform on Jianwei's body was completely open, and the buttons of the shirt inside were not fully buttoned. Compared with him who was usually well-dressed, it added a bit of casual chic, but in Jiawei's view, Jianwei probably didn't know what to do. Where did I engage in activities such as car shocks with whom?

"What a hungry stallion!" Jiawei thought dislikedly. In fact, looking at it from such a distance, Jianwei and Jane are really very similar, but the same similar appearance seems to be completely different.

Carrying the tool, Jiawei turned a corner, walked around to the freight elevator at the back, and walked in.

From here to the underground parking lot is only a second floor, the first floor is the basement of the building, so the transportation elevator does not stop, the second floor is the parking lot, Jiawei directly pressed the second floor, and waited for the elevator with tools Slowly descend.

The elevator stopped, Jiawei looked up and found that the elevator stopped on the first floor, he frowned, and pressed the B2 button again, but this time the elevator did not move at all.

The lights in the elevator flickered, and Jiawei instinctively felt a chill rising. He immediately pressed the call button, but there was no expected response from the elevator intercom.

Jiawei thumped the elevator door and said loudly: "Is there anyone, I'm stuck!"

The basement of the building is used by the school's shooting club, but it is far away from the freight elevator, and the club's equipment warehouse is close. Li Jiawei can only hope that the club students who are intoxicated by the sound of shooting will have a meeting with a strong earphone. Hearing the sound here, or someone happened to come to change the equipment.

He heard a rattling sound, Jiawei stopped his knocking on the door, and there was another rattling sound, he suddenly raised his head, and someone on the top of the elevator was lifting the roof.

Jiawei only felt that the pores of his whole body were open because of fear. He picked up the mop in the bucket next to him and stabbed it upwards, and said loudly: "You bastard, get out of here!"

The handle of the mop hit the ceiling all of a sudden, and with a bang, something fell from the ceiling, hit the ground, and immediately shattered to the ground. The ice-like thing seemed to float up after touching the air. cold fog.

Jiawei suddenly felt weak in his limbs, as if his eyes were covered by fog, he turned dizzily, and couldn't even stand still, so he picked up a bucket to cover the ice cubes.

Even so, a hypnotic mist kept pouring out from around the barrel.

Jiawei finally felt his eyes go dark, and slipped and fell on the floor of the elevator. His last feeling was that the ceiling seemed to be lifted.