Forbidden

That face was her own.

Cheng Suran was slightly stunned, unable to react for a while, and turned two pages back.

The back is blank, turn it forward, every sheet of paper is painted with her, with different shapes and expressions, there are close-ups of facial features, close-ups of the whole body, standing, sitting, lying... the whole book is full of pictures. is her.

Realistic, image, lifelike.

Cheng Suran was stunned.

Looking carefully at these works, she has a good foundation, and the study time must not be short. She and Ruoxian have known each other for five years and didn't realize it.The entire notebook is filled with pictures of her, could it be that she is being used as a model?But why not tell her?

A subtle emotion came to mind, disturbing her thoughts.

She turned the sketchbook back to that page, put it back in place, grabbed the glue, and hurried out of the study.

The model materials were piled up on the table, Cheng Suran sat down, let out a sigh of relief, threw those chaotic thoughts out of his mind, and prepared to start working.

First design the scene to be built, and then distribute the materials, starting from the overall framework.She roughly drew the design on paper, the original scene of the old model remained unchanged, and a small house was added, which means "home".

As she drew and drew, the lines in front of her eyes gradually transformed into her own face, one sketch after another, with different poses, flashing past like a movie lens, and her smile froze again.

"..."

His chest seemed to be clogged with a stone, dull and irritable.

She put down the pen and paper, looked at the table full of materials and sighed, just sat quietly, letting herself go, and letting time go by.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Ruoxian's news.

Xian: [Of course, are you home yet? ]

A simple and ordinary concern, Cheng Suran used to reply casually, act coquettishly, and chat for a while, but now...she can't help but think of those paintings, her mind is filled with messy emotions and mixed flavors.

[arrive. ]

She simply replied.

Xian: [I also just returned to the hotel after work, go to bed early, good night. ]

[Good night. ]

Cheng Suran typed slowly and sent it, and Wen Ruoxian replied with an emoji, the chat between them always ended with Wen Ruoxian, several times Cheng Suran wanted to be the one who replied last, but Ruoxian refused, so She just gave up.

Getting along with Ruoxian is always at ease and comfortable.

This reassurance began to make her panic.

those paintings...

Do you want to ask Ruoxian?

Cheng Suran stared at the emoticon pack, typed a few words uncontrollably with his fingertips, and at the moment when he was about to send it out, he came back to his senses and deleted it all at once.

The irritability made her unable to concentrate, and she couldn't continue making the model. She put the materials back into the box, turned off the light, and went back to the bedroom.

……

In the middle of the night, Cheng Suran suffered from insomnia.

Her mind was full of sketches, her eyes were closed for a long time without feeling sleepy, she tossed and turned wrapped in the blanket, and when she opened her eyes, there was only impenetrable darkness in her sight.

I grabbed my phone, it was twelve past five.

She opened the search engine and Q&A software, and awkwardly entered "my girlfriend secretly drew a sketch of me", but scattered keywords were displayed. She changed the words and sentence patterns, but she still couldn't find any effective information.

Has no one encountered a similar situation?

She didn't give up, so she asked questions herself, roughly described the whole process, and blurred the information related to privacy.Whether it's early or late, there might be someone who can answer her doubts.

After the question was sent, Cheng Suran held the phone nervously and anxiously. These emotions did not last long. Within 5 minutes, three people replied to her.

A: [It’s normal. I’m also an art student. I usually draw people around me when I’m bored. It can be used as a practice or as a gift to the other party. They all know it, so you don’t have to think too much about it. ]

B: [You don't say the other party is a girl, I thought it was a man... It's quite romantic after a sex change. ]

The third reply is longer.

C: [Is it my Ji who sees Ren Ji?It feels like your friend has a crush on you. You said that you have known each other for several years and have a very good relationship. You can talk about everything, but why didn’t she tell you that you can draw?What's more, you two live together, so there's no need to hide it. If you think you're pretty and want to draw you, just say no. Straight female friendship doesn't have so many hidden thoughts, but if it's crooked, it's true. I’m not sure, I suggest you observe her at ordinary times, if you pay special attention to girls, I will teach you a trick: hug her and kiss her as a joke, and see how she reacts. Straight girls will be frightened at first, and then don’t take it seriously , Pure bend, nervous blushing or something, may hide and avoid for a while, try it. ]

Cheng Suran stared at the screen for a moment, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that things were not simple.

Why didn't Ruoxian tell her?Why hide it?This is the biggest doubt, she can't figure it out.

Could it be that Ruoxian really...

……

At around nine o'clock the next morning, Wen Ruoxian came back.

Cheng Suran didn't have any personal work arrangements today, but she was going to the company. She packed up her clothes, put on light makeup, and when she walked out of the bedroom, she bumped into Wen Ruoxian who just came back.

"Ran Ran--"

"I brought you taro cakes and put them on the coffee table." Wen Ruoxian smiled slightly, and pointed to the living room, but his eyes showed a look of exhaustion.

During the peak season of meetings at the end of the year, she was also busy during this time, and was busy with all the big and small things in the company. She was very tired and her eyes lost the luster of the past.

"Are you going to the company?"

"En." Cheng Suran's heart was beating wildly, but he nodded calmly.

She glanced at the living room, smiled in surprise, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, and suddenly threw herself on Wen Ruoxian's neck, "Xiao Xianxian is the best."

Wen Ruoxian's body stiffened.

"By the way, Ruoxian, do you know how to draw?" Cheng Suran asked casually, just hugging her like this, feeling the subtle changes in her limbs, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Wen Ruoxian finally came to his senses at this moment, and pushed her away with difficulty, "What?"

"Yesterday, I went to your study room looking for glue, and saw a sketchbook on your desk, which was full of drawings of me, almost like a photo, you are too good." Cheng Suran squinted and smiled.

"!!"

Wen Ruoxian's face changed slightly, and he frowned, "Well... a little bit."

"Still humble in front of me." Cheng Suran took her hand, strode into the study room, took out the sketchbook that was put away last night, and opened a page at will.

"Look, I believe even if it's a photo special effect."

Wen Ruoxian stared at the woman on the paper, and secretly regretted that she was careless. She forgot to put it in the drawer after finishing the drawing the night before, and didn't put it back after using up the glue. She was so busy with work that she lost her head.

She turned her eyes to Cheng Suran, and clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves into fists.

"Because it's so beautiful..."

"But you didn't tell me." Cheng Suran observed her calmly.

Wen Ruoxian smiled, her eyes dodged, "A little hobby. I'm afraid I'll paint you ugly, and you're not happy."

"No."

Cheng Suran rushed forward again, this time with his arms around her waist, and raised her eyes to look straight at her.

There was chaos in those eyes.

……

Even though she tried according to the methods of netizens, Cheng Suran was still not completely sure of Wen Ruoxian's sexual orientation. Subconsciously, she didn't want the result to be what she guessed.

Maybe what netizens said is not reliable at all?

Why would she make random guesses about her closest friend?

Cheng Suran fell into regret, and her busy work made her forget about it temporarily.

She and Ruoxian still get along as before.

Nothing seems to have changed.

While he was busy with work, Cheng Suran used all his spare time to work overtime to make models. After more than half a month of tossing, he finally made the finished product.

A new model that was bigger than the old one, completely replicating the original scenes and characters. On this basis, she made another small house, and put a super small Jiang Yu in the house.

Looking at the brand-new model, Cheng Suran was relieved a lot, and felt the uncontrollable throbbing when he made the first gift a few years ago again.

It's just that when she thinks of those eight little lovers, she feels like a lump in her throat, and it's hard to let go.

How could she not mind.

But in the end, he had to apologize to Jiang Yu.

Cheng Suran sighed silently while sitting at the desk, feeling more and more heavy.Today is her day off, but not the weekend, and she wants to send this gift now.

After giving gifts and apologizing, can we return to the state of non-interference?But she was a little reluctant.

She dialed Jiang Yu's phone number.

"Of course?" It rang for two seconds before answering.

This speed was so fast that Cheng Suran wondered if Jiang Yu had set an exclusive ringtone for her number.

Hearing the voice full of surprises, Cheng Suran's heart beat like a drum, and he became nervous unconsciously, and the organized words froze to his lips, "Are...are you free now?"

"Yes." Jiang Yu replied without thinking.

Cheng Suran was startled, "Oh, where are you? I have something for you."

"Brokerage company, office." There was a hint of expectation in the tone.

"What is it?"

"We'll talk when we get there." Cheng Suran pursed his lips, hung up the phone quickly, and patted his chest.

……

Jiang Yu is listening to the report in the office.

After putting down the phone, her cold face instantly softened, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't hide her smile.

Tian Lin who was standing opposite was stunned for a moment.

"Sister Yu?"

"Continue." Jiang Yu tapped the table with his fingertips.

Tian Lin lowered her head and glanced at the contents of the tablet, "It's almost there, take a look." She turned the tablet in the other direction and handed it over, "Except for Mina, all the managers' performances for the season are here, the next two pages It’s the model tracking data, from the signing of the contract to the time when it’s sent overseas.”

"Why is there no Mina?" Jiang Yu frowned.

"She's been very busy recently. She couldn't get through two of the three phone calls. When she finally got through, she was able to say a word. Either she was about to board the plane or just landed. I haven't seen her in the company for almost a month."

"Did she say what she was up to?"

"Running at home and abroad, mainly in France, Russia, and Ukraine, she has seven or eight models in her hands, and her schedule is different every day. I urged her, but she also said that she was very tired."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes in thought, glanced at the files on the tablet, and muttered to himself: "Although she has a lot of models, they are not considered newcomers. There are many things that don't require her to accompany her personally. Moreover, we have already cooperated with Russia. Signed a yearly contract with the parent company in France, and there is no need to go back and forth frequently to recruit new recruits, so what can she do?"

"I don't know..." Tian Lin shook her head in embarrassment.

Although she is the vice president, as the oldest chief broker, Mina is absolutely free to act. Even if her rank is lower than hers, she doesn't have to report everything to her.

Really helpless.

Jiang Yu sighed, rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "I'll try to contact her later, go get busy."

"Ah."

Tian Lin left, and the room fell into silence.

Jiang Yu faintly felt uneasy, but couldn't tell, sitting on a chair like a statue in a daze.

Not long after, a knock on the door woke her up.

Then the door opened.

A ginger-yellow figure came in from the outside and appeared in front of her eyes.Cheng Suran stopped for a moment, closed the door with his backhand, and walked to the desk facing her burning eyes.

"Didn't bother you?"

Even the name is omitted.

Yeah.

She didn't want to hear her call "Boss Jiang".

Jiang Yu's eyes were bright, and he looked at her softly, shaking his head slightly, "No." After speaking, he stood up and pointed to the sectional sofa by the window, "Let's sit over there."

She walked around the desk and took Cheng Suran's hand.

Wrapped tightly in warm palms, hot and sultry, Cheng Suran struggled inwardly, but did not refuse, followed her to the sofa and sat down.

Jiang Yu sat next to her, and he didn't let go of his hand.

It was cold outside, and Cheng Suran was wearing a ginger-yellow short woolen coat. His face was plain and bland without any makeup, giving him a very warm and soft feeling.It has both light and mature femininity and elegant girlishness.

Jiang Yu stared at her deeply, with slight ripples in his eyes.

"This is for you." Cheng Suran's face was burning hot, and his steady heartbeat gradually became chaotic, and he couldn't control it at all.She lowered her eyes and raised her hand to put the things on the table.

A white carton.

"What is this?" Jiang Yu glanced.

Cheng Suran took out a knife from his bag, and cut open the outermost paper box, revealing the transparent acrylic box inside, and a brand new clay model appeared in front of him.She took off the transparent box, put it aside, and took a quick look at Jiang Yu:

"Replenish your birthday present."

Jiang Yu was stunned.

The little runway, the little girl, the little garden, everything that is familiar is vivid.

There is another house next to it.

"That day... I dropped the model on impulse. I promised you to fix it. I'm sorry... I made a new one and added this house on the basis of the old scene to represent the home." Cheng Suran lowered his eyes and said in a voice Very low, long and thick eyelashes are like two small fans, casting a faint shadow under the eyes.

After speaking, she mustered up the courage to look up.

"I hope that no matter where you go, there will be a place for you to stay in your heart, and you won't wander anymore."

Like a small pebble, thrown lightly into the heart lake, there are layers of fine ripples.Jiang Yu was so flattered that he forgot to breathe for a moment.

She reached out her hand and stroked it carefully.

"Ran Ran……"

A burst of phone ringing interrupted what she was about to say.

It's an intercom landline.

"I'll pick it up." Jiang Yu was a little annoyed, he let go of Cheng Suran's hand reluctantly, got up and went back to the desk.

The assistant said that the man named Jiang Zhijun came again.

"not see."

"But he has been squatting for a week, and he talks nonsense about your family's private affairs when he sees people. I'm afraid it won't affect well..." the assistant said more and more quietly.

Jiang Yu's good mood was thrown into a mess in an instant. She felt an anger burning in her body, but she couldn't express it. Her fingers holding the phone were slightly white, and she gritted her teeth and said four words: "Bring him up."

"OK……"

Putting down the phone, Jiang Yu stood silently without turning around.

"Do you have any guests coming?" Cheng Suran wisely stood up and put on his bag, "Then I'll go first, remember to put away your things."

She passed by Jiang Yu.

"Of course—" Jiang Yu grabbed her wrist.

She paused, turned her face sideways, and raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"It's okay..." Jiang Yu smiled, let go of his hand, "Go."

Cheng Suran didn't speak any more.

The office door opened and closed, and the room fell into stagnant silence again.

Jiang Yu returned to his desk and sat down.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door, and the assistant opened the door, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang is here."

A burly man walked in.

The assistant went out and closed the door.

Jiang Yu looked at him coldly with a sullen face, "Fart your fart."

The man was looking at the office with a full face of novelty. The thin cotton jacket and the washed-white jeans on his body were out of place here. Hearing the sound, he turned around, his eyes fell on Jiang Yu's face, stared at it for a few seconds, and lowered his head from his pocket. He took out a stack of bills and slammed them on the table.

"The hospital opened it for Mom, take the money!"

……

After walking out of the building, Cheng Suran reached into his bag to get his mobile phone, but his fingertips felt a thin piece of jammed paper.

She pulled it out and looked.

It's a greeting card that should have been in a model box...

I forgot.

Cheng Suran patted her head, turned around and walked back, the elevator was still on the first floor, she trotted in and pressed the floor of Jiang Yu's office.

--Ding

Arrived.

The elevator door opened, she went out with a greeting card in her hand, hurried to the office door, raised her hand to knock on the door, when she heard a man's roar from inside.

"Will you give it to the one who rides the horse!!!"

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling "bang".

Shocked, Cheng Suran opened the door and rushed in...