C20 Don't Look at Me

"Let's end it today." Xi De waved his hand, intending to let Bi La leave.

It was only then that Beira realized his mistake. After looking at the painting, he could clearly feel Sid's emotional decline.

She was a person who knew when to advance and when to retreat. This was a good time to stop.

"Alright, then I'll leave first." Bi La's expression was indifferent. She picked up her small, fragrant coat, which was hanging on a hanger, and slung it over her shoulder.

She raised her hand gracefully and waved goodbye to Xi City.

Silence returned to the room, and only the sound of Hilde's breathing could be heard.

There was no need for Hilde to live in this apartment after Joe had left. The Xi Family had a mansion in the suburbs that could be called a castle, and the address of this apartment was not convenient for him to work in, but it only made it easier for Joe to read before he went to school.

However, he inexplicably stayed in this apartment. Even though he worked overtime, he still had to drive Wen Cheng to bring him back. He was inexplicably persistent and only worked hard for Wen Cheng.

Joe's life in the apartment was marked by poetry, and even what was left of her little bedroom was still there.

Sid had said to Wen Cheng in a fit of anger, "Throw her things out!"

But before five minutes had passed, he said, "Never mind."

Such repetitions made Wen Cheng extremely anxious.

And now Sid wished very much that Joe would come back and fill the gap with poetry.

"..."

Qiao Yifeng's hair was blown to pieces by the wind. His bangs were lifted, revealing his forehead.

She covered her forehead with her hands, looking embarrassed.

"Don't look at me."

Beeson, amused, reached out a finger and touched her forehead through the gap in her small palm that could not be covered.

"What's wrong with exposing my forehead?"

"No way!" Joe's face puffed up in amusement, and he looked a little angry.

They had taken a ride on the roller coaster for a while, and on rare days they had had the leisure to come to Dini Park, not even to line up for the hottest project, the roller coaster. They and the other couple had enjoyed the long roller coaster almost exclusively, and they had howled so wantonly that Joe had failed to protect his hair with his poem, which had left him in such a sorry state.

Qiao Yifan had always cared a lot about his forehead because she was very protruding. When she was young, she obediently followed the school rules and never lifted her bangs, forever exposing her smooth forehead.

Therefore, the nickname she had given to herself as a child was' Bighead '.

"I heard your forehead is very smart." It wasn't clear if Bi Chen was comforting her, but a smile blossomed on his face, a smile so bright that it seemed excessive.

"I'm tired of hearing that kind of thing." Qiao Yifan did not give face nor did he buy it.

"Alright, alright." Bi Xin understood Qiao Yifeng's strange insistence and looked around.

Dini had shops selling peripheral products, and of course he also had cartoon hats. Although this kind of cute look was a little childish for a grown man, it was an "emergency." Bi Chen happily bought a hat and placed it on Joe's head.

"That's good."

Qiao Shi's forehead was covered with messy bangs.

Suddenly, she was also embarrassed by her own inexplicable persistence, and she even asked Bi Chen to buy a hat.

"Thank you." The sound was as small as a mosquito.

Bi Xun received the signal and asked gently, "Do you still want to play? Are you hungry? "

"I'm hungry." Qiao Yifan looked at the nearby restaurant and pursed his lips. "The restaurant here is very expensive."

"Then let's go back to school." "Let's go back to the cafeteria," he said.

This was indeed a heaven and hell with a price, saving to the extreme. Qiao Shi found it funny and grinned as he nodded his head.

After the trip, Qiao Yifeng did not forget his most important mission.

The studio was closer to the school gate than the cafeteria. When he passed by the building, Qiao Yifan felt a sense of guilt. Although her progress was beyond her expectations, he still felt a little ashamed of being abandoned like this every day.

"Wait." Joe stopped Beeson in his tracks with a poem. "I'd like to go to the studio," he said.

"What's wrong?" Bi Xun started to ask the usual questions.

"I suddenly want to see my painting and then go back and think it over." Qiao explained with a poem: "I plan to revise some parts today, but I don't have much of an idea. I'd like to take them for tonight."

It was already dark. Even if he went back to the art studio after eating dinner, it would be too late. He might as well bring him back and slowly think about it.

"Alright." Bi Tan pressed the lock on the car door.

Joe hurried to the studio in his haste.

After graduation, there should have been a lot of people in the studio, but today it was exceptionally quiet. Qiao Yifeng suddenly had a bad premonition.

He couldn't have locked the door, right?

Amidst his trepidation, Joe pushed open the studio door.

The door was unlocked. She was slightly relieved, but she quickly pulled it up again.

The studio was a mess, with many tools scattered on the floor. Upon closer inspection, it was a set of expensive brushes sponsored by Sid. The paint was smeared all over the place, even the five-cent B5 pencil was broken and thrown into a corner.

Joe's poems were torn to shreds, and the pictures were painted haphazardly with black paint.

"Who is it …"

Beeson, who was following behind Joy, looked over her shoulder and saw what was going on inside.

"I'll call security now."

"Don't." Qiao Shi came back to his senses and grabbed the corner of Bi Xin's clothes that he wanted to leave.

Her head was bowed, her expression indiscernible, but the floor beneath her showed a gush of water.

"There are surveillance cameras in the school. We can see who did it."

"Forget it."

Joe suddenly lost his strength.

She thought Hilde had saved her and helped her, but what she got in return was a deeper jealousy.

"I'm going back."

Jo took her feet in her hands and walked to the bedroom. They had the strength to run to the cafeteria, but now they were completely out of strength. It was the only safe haven she could seek comfort in.

"Qiao Qiao!" Bi Chen had wanted to send her back, but her condition didn't seem like she wanted to be accompanied.

Bi Chen stopped in his tracks.

But after that he walked involuntarily to the security room, even though Joe had said no.

Bi Chen asked himself.

Does it make sense?

What would he get in return?

Could it be that Qiao Yifeng believed in himself even more?

He was clearly putting on an act for Hilde to see. This would be more beneficial for his actions.

But now he couldn't get an answer. He couldn't balance the value of it, but he kept going.

He saw the girls and a few hooligans he scolded a few days ago in the video. They barged into the studio and, with the exception of Guo Yun, everyone was watching from the sidelines, letting them destroy Qiao Yifeng's painting.