Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 212

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Starry started to pack up the paints.

Yesterday's painting has been colored today, the wind is light these days, and the paint dries quickly.

She looked up at the sky and carried the paint bucket to the side sink to clean it off.

She confiscated the drawing board, anyway, the weather is good these days, no rain, she plans to eat dinner and then come down to collect the drawing board.

Araria City is not particularly hot in May, and it is even a little cooler in the evening.

Starry made a winter melon pot stew before coming downstairs, and stir-fried two small dishes for dinner in the evening.

Since returning from their trip with Wyatt, her appetite has not been good. Today, her appetite was rarely good, and she finished the two small dishes she made and ate the entire bowl of rice.

Although the soup is still half unfinished, but compared to her meal these days, today can be said to have doubled.

After dinner, Starry threw the dishes in the dishwasher and turned around to go downstairs to put the painting away.

She also saw Filip's car only after she came downstairs.

Starry froze for a moment, looking at Maybach parked next to his door, so quiet yet impossible to ignore.

She walked straight to the door, opened it and walked out.

Filip also stepped out of the car, he looked like this, a look from the company directly over.

Starry is now unable to treat Filip as he did before.

Her feelings for Filip are still quite complicated. On the one hand, she wants to draw a clear line with her, hoping that the two will not come into contact again; but on the other hand, she has a little hope in her heart that Filip will be able to pull her out of that abyss.

She had been alone for too long, and this was the first time she had asked for help, and it was Filip.

Starry also found it amazing that he would ask Filip for help.

And Filip didn't say no, which also made her feel a little weird.

Things have developed to this point, Starry has no way to be frank and clear with Filip again.

Between them, things always seem to go against the grain.

Both of them are extremely proud people, and this evening's meeting without any "reason" is obviously unreasonable.

Filip looked at Starry, who was silent, and suddenly smiled: "Can I go in?"

It was he who finally spoke first.

He was sure that if he didn't say anything, Starry could stand with him at the door for half an hour.

"Good."

Starry answered, and the person moved aside, "You go upstairs first, I still have to put away the easel."

Filip walked a few steps before seeing the easel in front of the glass flower house, the watercolor painting on it had been colored, the wind had dried the paint almost, the sky inside the painting was blue and bright, the glass flower house was shining in the sunlight.

The whole painting, except the rose, almost all blue and white tones, a look at the past gives a clear and warm feeling.

These are Starry's words.

He was a little surprised that her words would be so sunny.

Starry has gone over and she wiped the painting with her index finger, feeling that although the paint was almost dry, some of the heavier areas were not quite dry yet.

She lifted the easel straight away, intending to carry the painting back to the studio just like that.

Walking out of the small fork in the road, I found Filip still standing there without going into the villa.

Starry raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"

He gave away the buttons of his shirt and reached directly for the easel in her hand, "I'll do it."

Starry's eyes skimmed over his collar and let go, allowing him to take the easel away, "Just put it in the studio."

She had just painted his portrait last night, and Filip knew where the studio was.