Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 212 Filip No refusal

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?"

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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.

The easel is one meter two high, Starry himself is still a little inconvenient to carry, but to Filip's hands it

seems much easier.

He was tall and long-legged and walked easily with that easel in one hand, entering the villa in a few

steps and soon going upstairs.

Starry had just poured the water when he came down from upstairs.

She handed him the water in her hand, "Mr. Pearson hasn't had dinner, has he?"

"Hmm."

He took the cup, and his dark eyes looked at her with a slight turn.

Starry thought of the soup she had only half drunk: "Do you drink soup? I made soup this afternoon

and I haven't finished it yet."

"Drink."

That soup is still stewing, Starry put a lot of ingredients, can not afford to pour that way, originally

thought to drink by themselves later, now Filip come, people have not finished eating, but it is a

coincidence.

She went into the kitchen and brought out the rest of the soup and put it in front of him, "Fried noodles

to eat?"

It's not practical to cook at this time, but the first two nights Filip came over to eat noodles, and Starry

didn't want to cook them again.

"Eat."

"Then you wait."

She said, turning around and going back into the kitchen.

Filip This person, although the mouth can say, but his mouth is actually quite picky.

Starry has been Mrs. Pearson for five years, so she knows his tastes, and she has practiced chow

mein.

Filip soon smelled the aroma spilling out of the kitchen and soon Starry came out with a plate of golden

fried noodles.

She then cut another plate of fruit and sat across from him, drawing a paper towel and meticulously

wiping the water off her hands.

Filip looked at her eating fruit, that eyebrows and eyes mild, it can be seen that she is in a pretty good

mood today.

"Any news from the police?"

Filip lawyers have been found, when the police have news, their side immediately sent a lawyer letter

over.

Starry shook his head, "Not yet."

He looked at Starry for a moment, didn't ask any more questions, and lowered his head to eat his

noodles.

Two people eating fruit, one eating noodles, quiet and rare through a few moments of peace and quiet.

Starry and Filip would not have bothered if the sound of cars honking downstairs had not been so

close.

But that downstairs also do not know who, in the middle of the night, the car parked in front of the villa,

the owner has been pressing the horn: beep-"

Starry finished swallowing the grapes inside his mouth and planned to get up and go down to have a

look.

Filip just finished his noodles, he drew a tissue, "I'll go check it out."

Starry had just reached the stairway when Filip behind her pulled her to a halt.

She looked back at him and thought for a moment, "Okay."

Edward's injury is not yet healed, it is impossible to return at this time, even if he returns, he will not be

downstairs so "disturbing".

Starry knows a lot of people, but there are not many people who have crossed paths, and the night

came to add to the traffic, there are so many.

Filip It still makes some sense not to let her see the guy.

Her good mood today really shouldn't be spoiled.

Starry let Filip go downstairs first, he followed him, the two walked two or three meters apart, one after

the other.

Filip walked to the door, and Starry stopped.

The iron door slowly opened, Filip looked at the car down the woman, cold face more than a few hints

of cold.