Yunman spent a whole day to arrange all kinds of daily necessities of the girl, big and small, and carefully arranged them.

Others looked at it,

There is only one feeling,

As for it?

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Yunman sent Ranbai over, and talked to Shi Qingci for a few words, and finally said, "Doctor Shi is trouble."

"It's okay." The young doctor was cold and gentleman, with just the right kindness, and would not make Yunman feel too alienated or too enthusiastic.

The attitude of being neither arrogant nor impatient is a restrained temperament that is rare in the 21st century.

True nobles.

These five words are very suitable to describe him.

Yunman smiled, "I'll ask you to take care of you for a few days. I've been abroad for a long time this time, so I can't stop going. No one at home is taking care of you. Recently, Baibai's that is a bit special. I'm always worried. I'm always worried about it. After thinking about it, you are rare to be relieved."

"Please rest assured, aunt." Shi Qingci said: "She will not have any problems with me."

It is an elegant and strong attitude.

That temperament is easily convincing.

Yunman was very satisfied. After chatting for a few more words, he reluctantly said goodbye to Ranbai and left.

The girl sat alone on the sofa, wearing a snow-white sweatshirt, which set off her cool-white complexion, beautiful and fragile appearance, and was too cold.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

This is the private villa that Shi Qingci bought for the convenience of work. He usually lives alone, but now there is one more colored white.

Shi Qingci closed the door and walked towards Ranbai, "Which room do you want to live in?"

Ranbai pointed casually.

He did not hesitate, and Qinggui said, "Okay."

"You need to clean up something, wait, call me if you have something to do." Shi Qing said in a simple tone: "Just treat this place as your home."

Ranbai said thank you.

In the end, it still brings distance and simplicity.

However, Shi Qingci was not in a hurry, he had always been patient.

It was already an hour later that everything was sorted out in Qing Ci.

It was only after that that Ranbai realized that the room she chose was the master bedroom.

It was the place where Shi Qingci lived before.

But she picked it casually at that time, and Shi Qingci didn't tell her.

Now everything is changed, and the doctor has a certain degree of cleanliness and has sprayed disinfectants everywhere.

It’s hard to change the color white.

After all, it is not very good to mess with people.

In order to express his apology, Ranbai rarely asked: "What are you eating for lunch?"

Shi Qing Ci was slightly stunned.

Then I saw the girl who had been sitting on the sofa shaking her phone, and said with a cold, serious and rigorous look on her face: "I'll order takeout for you."

Seal: "..."

Host, are you serious?!

Right.

How could it forget it? Even if the host has lost his memory, he should not know how to cook, but he still can't do it.

With the host's limited ability, either going to a restaurant, ordering takeout or asking someone to do it.

Shi Qingci said no, he gently rolled up a piece of his sleeves, the silver-white cufflinks were faintly confusing, the exposed wrist was fair, and the noble and indifferent eyes were lowered: "I'll do it for you."

Ranbai: "…Hmm?"

The doctor explained: "I usually do it myself."

In fact, Ranbai felt that ordering takeout was more convenient and convenient, but since Shi Qingci said so, she didn't say anything else.

Ranbai can't help with the magical thing like cooking. Maybe he can be more busy, but Ranbai doesn't have that interest.

She ran out with a series of tools such as painting boards and paints.

This is the villa area, and the precious flowers and green plants around are very good. When the breeze blows, the apricot flowers are snow-white, and the petals fall one after another, turning around in the air, and the fragrance of flowers is refreshing.

Ranbai likes the scenery here.

Simple but exquisite.

When the Qing Ci was ready and when I came out to find Ranbai, I looked up slightly and saw such a beautiful picture.

The girl sat in the lush apricot tree, with a painting board in front of her, with half-finished paintings on it, and there were colorful paints. She held a pen and described them carefully.

Snow-white apricot flowers are graceful, and a few rays of light white and gentle sunlight pass through the gaps in the treetops and jump around the ground, falling on the tip of the girl's slender eyelashes, plated with fine and beautiful light gold, outlining the white and beautiful side face outline, like a clear landscape painting, but the temperament is too cold and quiet, as if the bottomless cold pond is an innate sense of distance.

The look of holding a paintbrush in front of the drawing board was a bit quiet, calm, cold and childish, and a strong youthful spirit.

Shi Qingci just watched quietly and did not come forward to disturb him.

Because he knows,

Similar to this situation, no matter who it is, no one wants to interrupt the inspiration and thoughts of the creation.

He respects her.

Ranbai has always had a strong sense of keenness. She had already noticed the arrival of Shi Qingci as soon as possible. Since Shi Qingci had no movement, she had no mind to take care of it.

Until she draws the last stroke.

A perfect and quiet landscape painting is vividly displayed on the paper, overlapping with the pictures in front of you for a while, real and false, real and vivid.

Shi Qingci carefully looked at the painting that ranbai.

He knew she had painted very well and had seen her before.

I have to admit that

The individualism in her paintings is very strong and cannot be ignored at all. Her works can even be distinguished from hundreds of paintings at a glance.

Each painting continues to give new souls and life, but it continues to rebirth and indifference, enthusiasm and loneliness.

Contradictory but harmonious collision, extremely distinctive personal colors.

Her paintings,

Unique in the world.

Shi Qing praised: "It's very good."

In fact, if it were someone else, Ranbai would have looked faint and said nothing.

She just paints whatever she wants, and she draws whatever she wants, without being bound by various conclusions in the art world.

But Shi Qing's words are different.

She found the same feeling in Shi Qing Ci's paintings.

Shi Qing lyrics understand.

So Ranbai said thank you seriously.

Shi Qingci leaned over and picked up the paints.

The young doctor's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes were pitch black and deep, reflecting the painting. Finally, he carefully placed the painting on the drawing board and picked up the brush next to him.

Ranbai stood beside him, looking at Shi Qingci's actions, and saw the doctor's expressions were calm and calm, and his eyelashes drooped down his silhouettes, slightly covering his eyes, with a clear and elegant face, looking rigorous and noble.

The stranger is like a jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

This sentence seems to be born for him.

Her gaze was careless and always cold, but once she looked at people, she was not only quiet but also indescribable aggression, and fell on Shi Qingci's hand holding a paintbrush.

A silver-white cuff link on the snow-white cuffs reflects light in the sun. The exposed wrist bones are cold and hard in shape, with slender and clear joints, delicate and beautiful lines, and excessive white skin. They are born with artwork and are also the most popular type of painter's paintings.
Chapter completed!