Sun Yan smiled and didn't seem to care about the wind comments outside and what Yan Haian heard.

"I have a. No, Q í ng, please. " Yan Haian struggled in his heart, and in the face of people like Sun Yan who did not rely on the mountain, they had little room for manoeuvre. Originally, he wanted to be cold, but Sun Yan did not have the time and patience to entangle it, but Sun Yan came to the door.

Yan Haian soon regained his attitude. In any case, Sun Yan could not be offended: "Yi Sheng is a simple man. He knows nothing about this. I think that's what attracts you." So I hope you don't get too... Qi á ng, if you are really serious, please take your time. "

He lowered his profile, and the last sentence even revealed helplessness and compromise.

He probably thought that Yan Haian was very interesting. Sun Yan moved his eyebrows and looked at Yan Haian thoughtfully.

Silent for a long time, I don't know what Sun Yan thought about, he said again, "although I don't know who you are to say this to me, I have always been a gentleman. You don't have to be cao."

He raised the corner of his lips ridiculously, stared closely at Yan Hai'an 's eyes with a little unnoticeable arrogance, and said slowly, "all right, I'll try to take it slow."

Yan Haian said, "Thank you very much."

A consensus was reached that the two would no longer ji talk and eat separately. Unlike xing, who Zhang Yang wants to be taught a lesson, Sun Yan eats quickly and quietly, with both speed and posture, while Yan Haian eats rather unknowingly.

When checking out, Yan Haian swiped his card, and the two men ate more than two thousand yuan, which made Yan Haian feel a little painful. He is basically Mo Yisheng's agent and assistant, and his income, including basic salary and commission, is only a little high in the past two years, but most of them have been sent back to his hometown. On weekdays, he does not spend much money on QQ, nor is he used to extravagant expenses. He has never eaten a meal of one thousand per capita like this.

Corruption, corruption.

The author has something to say:

Yan Haian: did you kill me on purpose?

Sun Yan: is this money called Zai? Are you kidding me?

Chapter 4 Wanjia lights

After a corrupt meal, near two o'clock in the afternoon, Sun Yan took Yan Haian back to the studio. Mo Yisheng was awake, huddled on the sofa while eating the takeout ordered by Yan Haian while looking at his easel. It's as if he's still building up where to write.

Yan Haian shouted: "Yi Sheng."

He turned his head and saw that Yan Haian was not doing much. When he saw Sun Yan next to him, his face immediately showed a look of boredom. Under Yan Haian's eyes, he reluctantly said hello to Qi á ngqi á ng.

Sun Yan smiled, and his loose eyes probably scanned the whole thing.

Space

Staring at the only decoration in the room-the three paintings.

This set of paintings is a bit abstract, very similar to each other, and the color saturation of chaos is very high, but it does not give people a lively feeling. Some thick lines seem to be tangled up in the lower left corner, extending from the lower left corner to the upper right. Each painting has a black patch, as if the author vents to chop it on the canvas with a brush, and the position in each painting is different, from left to right, close to the right in turn.

He squinted for a while and naturally spoke to Mo Yisheng: "did you draw this, too?"

Before waiting for Mo Yisheng to answer, he said, "I don't think so."

Both Mo Yisheng and Yan Haian were surprised. It is true that this painting was not painted by Mo Yisheng, but it is very difficult for people who do not have frequent contact with the painting to distinguish the painter from the painting in which the style is not obvious. Mo Yisheng didn't plan to talk to Sun Yan, but he couldn't help asking, "can you tell?"

Sun Yan took one last look at the painting and asked, "is it for sale?"

Mo Yisheng finished eating takeout, put the lunch box on the ground at will, went to the ground, and said rigidly, "it's not for sale." Mr. Sun, I'm going to start painting. "

The implication is that you should get out of here.

"it doesn't matter. You can draw." Sun Yan said, turning around and sitting down on the sofa, his hands open on the back of the sofa, like an uncle.

Yan Haian gave Mo Yisheng a look of helplessness. Mo Yisheng turned around and looked at his painting in a daze. He made up his mind to regard Sun Yan as nothing.

Thick-skinned, high-status, xing unpredictable, Yan Haian simply took Sun Yan no way, gloomily went to clean up the lunch box.

Looking at the appearance of his familiar babysitter, Sun Yan showed that he was used to doing it and picked his eyebrows.

Mo Yisheng is simple-minded, out of sight and out of mind, as long as he can draw big things Q í ng can be put back. He soon put the annoying guy behind him, picked up the paintbrush and went on with his work.

Yan Haian threw rubbish and went back to the studio with a glass of water. Sun Yan tilted his head slightly. Instead of looking at Mo Yisheng, he looked at the set of pictures on the wall.

Yan Hai at ease Q í ng complicated to pass the water to Sun Yan, Sun Yan took back a hand to hold, it seems that he is not going to take a sip.

There were only sofas and wooden stools under Mo Yisheng's buttocks in the whole room. Yan Haian stood for a while and sat quietly on the edge of the sofa which was closest to the armrest.

Sun Yan glanced at him keenly as if Yan Haian had invaded his territory. Yan Haian is thinking about whether he should stand, but Sun Yan has turned around.

The only sound in the room was the occasional slight sound made by Mo Yisheng when he was painting. At first, Yan Haian was on the lookout for Sun Yan, but more than two hours later, Sun Yan did not say a word. He gradually relaxed his guard and began to think about all kinds of chores.

Li Qing will save a game for insiders every month, and the time should be available next week. Whether or not to pull Mo Yisheng this time will depend on who in the end. Recently, the number of clients in the studio has increased, but there should be enough manpower, so don't hire anyone for the time being.

The sofa moved gently and Yan Haian instantly regained his senses. Sun Yan took out the phone and listened to a few words: "all right, I see, are you done?"

The tone was impatient, but there was a sense of intimacy. Yan Haian secretly glanced at Sun Yan and found that the sense of distance from people thousands of miles away had dissipated.

Yan Haian suddenly woke up with a move in his heart.

Sun Yan doesn't care at all.

He didn't care what Yan Haian said, he didn't care to spend the afternoon here with them when he was free, and maybe he didn't care about Mo Yisheng.

He is like a lion who happens to be interested in roadside flowers, just going to amuse himself here for a while.

Sun Yan got up and waved to Yan Haian. The two men did not disturb Mo Yisheng and quietly went downstairs.

"Yi Sheng paints so recklessly, you remember to ask him to eat." Sun Yan is acting like a subordinate on behalf of Yan Haian, "I'll have dinner delivered." I'll go first and come next time. "

When he saw the price list on the counter, he pointed out, "help me get the most expensive one."

Look at that. It's a standard line for tuhao. Yan Haian took a deep breath and said to the little sister at the front desk, "help Mr. Sun with the formalities."

The little sister coveted Sun Yan's beauty for a long time, blushed slightly, and took out a table in a very gentle and reserved manner.

Sun Yan took out his card and raised his chin to Yan Haian: "fill it out. You don't bother to do it."

Yan Haian silently took the card, not only helped to swipe the POS machine, buried his head to help fill out the form, spent a hand beside him, pinched his chin and raised his head.

The blush on my little sister's face faded, and her eyes were about to pop out.

Sun Yan smiled and asked, "are you unhappy?"

Yan Haian was pinched with pain, and with a curl on his head, he calmly got rid of Sun Yan's not serious restraint: "how could that be?" I would also like to thank Mr. Sun for his care. "

There are paper towels printed with studio logo on the front desk for guests to use. Sun Yan pulled out one and slowly wiped his hands: "I like people who think they are smart best. Such people are often very funny."

He smiled and nodded gentlemanly: "I'll go first. Goodbye."

Dumbfounded, the little sister watched Sun Yan leave and asked nervously, "Boss, who is this?"... "

Yan Haian said very normally, "A guest." By the way, order two takeouts, as usual. "

The little sister wondered, "Hey?" But that man just said he would have it delivered? "

Yan Haian said: "Today, I packed a working meal and sent it to you and asked them to eat together."

"Oh, that's." Before she finished, Yan Haian turned and went upstairs.

When it comes to the meal time, along with the five-star takeout is a long gift box of blue hydrangeas. Yan Haian had a lot on his mind. Although the younger sister said that this brand of flowers was a big name for a star to get married, the cards on this bouquet were obviously matched uniformly, with only the recipient's name and no other words. It was as if the flower giver had just told him casually.

You are expensive, but you don't pay attention at all.

This flower Yan Haian let the little sister put in the front desk decoration space, turned to say such a thing lightly with Mo Yisheng.

Mo Yisheng was stupefied: "what did he send flowers to gendn?"

Fortunately, he didn't send roses, so I don't know whether Sun Yan followed that sentence slowly or even he thought it was too much to send roses to men. Yan Haian looked at Mo Yisheng's simple face and had to make up a reasonable but favorable reason for Q í ng: "probably feel sorry to disturb you. I'm sorry to go back and look for it."

"Oh." Mo Yisheng nodded and made a better impression of Sun Yan. "it's his heart."

Staring at Mo Yisheng for dinner, Yan Haian cleaned up and did not stay in the studio any longer. He went downstairs and smoked half a pack of cigarettes in one breath.

He was very upset, and there was no one to say, so he simply went to the bar he used to go to alone.