I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot Chapter 317

  Chapter 317 The best arrangement

  Sang Qianqian stood outside the studio, not rushing in.

   Through a layer of transparent glass, you can see that the studio is filled with various paintings, and the walls are also covered with paintings.

  By the window of the studio, a man is sitting in front of an easel holding a paint tray, concentrating on tracing a portrait.

  The early spring sunlight shines on the portrait through the window. Although the portrait has just drawn a rough outline, Sang Qianqian can tell at a glance that the appearance of the portrait is very similar to Ruan Xiaoshuang, especially those eyes.

  Sang Qianqian also learned painting when she was a student, knowing that there is no model, and it is quite difficult to sketch the appearance from memory.

   It seems that this artist is not only a good painter, but also really likes Ruan Xiaoshuang. Otherwise, how could he be able to draw so vividly with just a few strokes from memory.

  She opened the door and walked in. The man turned his head when he heard the sound, saw Sang Qianqian, and frowned immediately: "Why is it you again? I've said it all, Shuangshuang can't be your friend, why are you here?"

  Sang smiled slightly: "Mr. Song, I'm here to pick up the paintings. I called you this morning and ordered three ink paintings."

  Song Yu was slightly stunned, and then came back to his senses.

  He said that the business of his studio has always been slow, so why would someone make a special phone call to order three paintings at once.

  Although Song Yu didn't welcome Sang Qianqian very much, she is now a customer.

He put down the paintbrush, stood up, and took her to the place where the paintings were stored at the back, "The ready-made ink paintings are all here, if you have requirements for the content, you can also mention them, but that will have to wait, the creation of the three paintings will take time, Wait at least a month."

   "No, I think these are fine."

  Sang Qianqian randomly ordered a few paintings, "Just these three, how do I pay?"

   Song Yu was a little surprised, "Miss Sang doesn't ask these paintings, what are the prices?"

   "I trust you, don't ask."

Sang Qianqian looked at the paintings, with sincere admiration in his eyes, "Leaving aside the painting techniques, it can be seen that these paintings have been devoted to the painter's painstaking efforts and life perception, and the price cannot fully reflect the true value of these paintings. "

  Her tone was not flattering, but extremely sincere. When her eyes lingered on the painting, she appreciated it from the bottom of her heart.

   Song Yu couldn't help but look at her twice more.

  A painter always hopes to be recognized. Seeing that others can understand the meaning contained in his paintings and appreciate them sincerely, the mood will undoubtedly be pleasant.

   Song Yu is no exception.

When he spoke again, the wary and indifferent look in Song Yu's eyes eased a lot: "I only sell paintings here, and I'm not in charge of framing. But Ms. Sang buys three paintings at once, and I'll help you frame them and send them over by express delivery. "

   Sang smiled slightly and thanked.

  Song Yu led her out. Outside, on the table covered with drawing paper and paints, there was a payment QR code.

After scanning the QR code and paying the payment, Sang Qianqian glanced at the unfinished portrait by the window, "Mr. Song, this is Mrs. Song's painting, right? Mr. Song is really good at painting, even Mrs. Song is not around It's so well drawn."

  Song Yu said modestly, "Miss Sang has won the prize."

   "Mr. Song and Mrs. Song must have a very good relationship, so that they can remember their lover's appearance exactly, and write like a pen. May I take the liberty to ask, how did Mr. Song and Mrs. Song know each other?"

  Sang Qianqian turned her head to look at Song Yu with a serious expression, as if she was really only interested in their love story, "You must have a very romantic encounter, right?"

   "It's not that romantic."

   Song Yu smiled, "At that time I—"

   "Ayu."

  A gentle call came, and Yuan Shuang was standing at the door at some point, holding a hand-painted cloth bag in one hand and a blind stick in the other.

  Sang Qianqian saw Yuan Shuang last night, and she had some doubts in her heart, fearing that she didn't see it too clearly.

   But seeing Yuan Shuang now, she can be 100% sure that she is Ruan Xiaoshuang, and there is absolutely no way she could be mistaken.

Song Yu had already greeted her to support her, and took the bag and blind stick in Yuan's hands, "Why did you come out? Didn't I say that I would go home for dinner later? There are cars on the road. Next time you go out, you have to give I call."

   "I saw that you didn't come back for a long time, and I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I brought you lunch."

  Yuan Shuang said softly, "It's only one street away, how many times have I walked by, it's okay."

  The two of them had an intimate and natural attitude, and Sang Qianqian looked at it with both regret and relief.

   "I still have a guest here, just wait for me, it will be ready soon."

  Song Yu and Yuan Shuang sat down, turned around to get the pen and paper: "Miss Sang, please leave an address, I will frame the painting and send it to you by courier."

Sang Qianqian finished writing the address, and when returning the pen and paper to Song Yu, she handed over a piece of her business card, "Before I came today, I asked the ophthalmologist at our hospital, and he said that Mrs. Song's blindness, After treatment, you may not be able to see things again."

   Song Yu's eyes lit up, "Are you sure?"

  Sang Qianqian nodded, "Now that medical technology and medical methods are more and more developed, it is normal for many intractable diseases that were unsolvable before to be cured."

   She said, looking at Yuan Shuang who was quietly sitting beside her, "Mr. Song can bring Mrs. Song to the hospital for a comprehensive eye examination when it is convenient, and I will contact the best specialist for Mrs. Song."

"Do not bother."

  Yuan Shuang, who had always been quiet, suddenly said softly, "Thank you Miss Sang for your kindness, but my eyes cannot be cured."

   "Shuangshuang, just try it, maybe there is hope?" Song Yu couldn't help but persuade.

  Yuan Shuang's attitude was very firm: "I know my own situation."

   "This matter is not urgent. Mr. Song and Mrs. Song can discuss it slowly."

  Sang Qianqian looked at Yuan Shuang deeply, "Mrs. Song is very similar to a friend of mine who has passed away. Although you are not her, it is fate that we met. I am happy to help Mrs. Song with some small favors within my ability."

   Yuan Shuang was startled slightly.

   It seemed strange that Sang Qianqian insisted last night that he was her friend, why did she suddenly change her attitude today.

   "Then thank you Miss Sang."

   Song Yu hurriedly took the business card, a little excited: "Whether I go or not, I will give Miss Sang an answer."

   "Then I will wait for your news."

  Sang Qianqian came out during her lunch break. She had to go to work in the afternoon and couldn't stay long, so she didn't say anything more.

  Before she came, she planned to tell Song Yu and Yuan Shuang about Ruan Xiaoshuang's life experience together, maybe Yuan Shuang would think of something.

  Seeing the warm scene of the two of them getting along, she changed her mind.

  If Ruan Xiaoshuang really forgot about the past, it would be a good thing for her.

  Once those tragic pasts are remembered, her peaceful and peaceful happiness may no longer exist.

  The current result, perhaps, is the best arrangement of fate.

  (end of this chapter)

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