Why should I be here at all?
It turned out that after frequently riding in Yu Bao’s car, Yu Bao had told Hua Xiaomo a few things. For instance, Qi Longbing was a workaholic who often held etings during lunch breaks.
"Then what does Miss Hua an by that?" Qi Longbing also smiled with an air of nonchalance, his expression as serene as a fallen angel. His smile seed harmless as he gestured towards the painting and the Venus sculpture. "Do you like them?"
"No... it’s not that. I’m just browsing," Hua Xiaomo said quickly, then hurriedly moved to the side.
Qi Longbing quickly followed. It seed he had co to the art exhibition solely to accompany her. Wherever she went, he followed.
Hua Xiaomo watched him follow. She couldn’t bring herself to ask him to leave now, which was quite annoying.
I have to work at McDonald’s this afternoon. If Qi Longbing keeps following like this, how am I supposed to get any work done?
Zhou Xiyang is a really good person and always looks out for at work, often bringing water. If I don’t go, I’d feel terrible for letting a friend down. Besides, McDonald’s is short-staffed right now.
Hua Xiaomo felt conflicted but didn’t know how to ask him to leave first.
After so thought, however, she plucked up her courage and said, "I didn’t realize President Qi was also a fan of art, huh?"
"...It’s alright, I suppose," Qi Longbing replied nonchalantly. His sharp eyebrows arched slightly. He glanced at the paintings, but truth be told, he found the girl in the floral shirt beside him more interesting.
"Why aren’t you wearing a white shirt today?" he asked out of the blue. His eyes, like the deep blue sea, shimred with a profound and mysterious light, as if drawing her into an indescribable enigma.
"..." Hua Xiaomo paused, stunned. She hadn’t expected him to ask such a thing and was montarily at a loss for words.
A smug, playful smile spread across Qi Longbing’s face. "Or perhaps Miss Hua aspires to be like the snow-white Venus—a goddess, is that right?"
As he spoke, his blue eyes thoughtfully swept over her from head to toe, as if possessing X-ray vision that pierced through her clothes to her very essence.
Instantly, Hua Xiaomo’s expression darkened. She couldn’t help but retort irritably, "President Qi, if you don’t understand art, please refrain from spouting nonsense, alright?"
To her surprise, Qi Longbing let out a wild, dry laugh and countered, "Oh, so you understand it? You think you’re quite the expert, do you?"
"Then explain it to . What did you feel when you looked at that painting? Did your heart race?" Qi Longbing asked with a smile, his eyes glinting with a suggestive light.
This is outrageous! It’s simply impossible to communicate with this man!
Why is being with him so completely different from being with Long Shangxuan?
Soone who truly understands art knows what elegance is, but this guy...
He’s clearly desecrating these great works of art.
Hua Xiaomo didn’t know how she managed to suppress the anger simring inside her. Forcing a strained, insincere smile, she said, "I can’t explain it to you, President Qi. We... we’re probably not on the sa wavelength."
"Oh? Not on the sa wavelength? And yet, we’ve run into each other here. It must be fate, don’t you think?" Qi Longbing said, a smile playing on his lips and a roguish glint hidden deep in his eyes. He then reached out and grasped her wrist.
"How about you co over to my wavelength then?" A wicked, captivating light danced in his eyes, his gaze intense and stunningly alluring.
Hua Xiaomo tugged at her hand, but he held it firmly. Soon, however, he quickly released her. He watched her with a grin, thinking, Hua Xiaomo is actually quite cute.
Moreover, Hua Xiaomo’s face was genuinely pretty; he found himself sowhat srized as he looked at her. He also realized she was the type of girl whose attractiveness grew on you—the kind whose beauty you appreciate more over ti.
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