But now if he doesn't speak, Samoye in the family will be abducted.

Yan Haian piled an appropriate smile on his face: "Yi Sheng, I just said on the phone that there was something wrong with the studio." We may have to go back. "

"Hey?" Mo Yisheng asked helplessly, "what's the matter?"

Yan Hai-an smiled but said nothing, with a look of "this is a private question that can't be told in front of people." the people present were all jaded ng, so naturally they would not ask questions without understanding.

Noticing a sharp line of sight poked in the side face, Yan Haian looked back generously, and when he looked at Sun Yan's indifferent line of sight, he smiled apologetically: "I'm so sorry."

Li Qing saw some tricks, hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Xu Ke, who was handsome in appearance, and said to Mo Yisheng, "now that you've all been here, let's go first."

"Thank you. I wish you a prosperous business." Yan Haian patted Mo Yisheng on the back. "then let's go first."

Mo Yisheng, who does not understand Q í ng and has always listened to Yan Haian, nodded and followed him.

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Kuyasi... Sun Yan X Yan Haian, the gay friend said that the front two people both have a p à o gray face, so don't stand wrong, ha. Is it expected to finish within 20w words?

Chapter 2 telephone [catching insects]

When he got on the bus, Mo Yisheng was still asking, "what happened to the studio?"

There's nothing wrong with the studio. It's you who's going to do it.

Thinking of the pretentious Sun Yan, Yan Haian was a little tired, holding the steering wheel in one hand and swinging the other hand, indicating that he would talk about it later. Mo Yisheng sat cleverly and quietly, knowing that something was bothering him, so he stopped asking questions. He knew that he only knew how to draw, and it was right for him to give Yan Hai'an the other things.

After quickly sorting out his thoughts, Yan Haian said directly to Mo Yisheng, "that Mr. Sun just now is not the same person as us. We will avoid seeing each other later."

Mo Yisheng asked, "Why? I think he's a nice guy, huh? "

Yan Haian looked at Mo Yisheng lovingly, and sometimes he was very contradictory. On the one hand, he thought that Mo Yisheng's xing was very lovely and valuable, on the other hand, he felt that it was too dangerous for Mo Yisheng to be so unenlightened in this society.

…… I have no choice but to keep an eye on myself for a while.

Yan Haian thought for a while and blurred eclectically: "his family is complicated and troublesome." You just concentrate on drawing. "

Mo Yisheng has no problem with this.

Over the years, he has formed the habit of giving trouble to Yan Haian to feel at ease. Yan Haian had to cao his heart. Of course, he did not want Mo Yisheng to be touched by some people, nor did he want to offend those who should not have been offended, thus harming Mo Yisheng's future.

Temporarily pressing this trouble at the bottom of his heart, Yan Haian arranged the work of the studio so that Mo Yisheng could concentrate on his creation. After renewing the contract with the landlord, Yan Haian made a special trip to find Li Qing.

Li Qing was so busy that he left time for Yan Haian to wait in the office. When Yan Haian entered, Li Qing was sitting in a chair with a lady's cigarette in her hand. Her eyes fell on Yan Haian's hand: "Yo, come on, bring any gifts." Just sit there. "

Yan Haian put things on the coffee table: "the last time I heard you talk about the cake in this shop, I just brought it on the way."

Li Qing got up from behind her desk and sat down in front of Yan Hai'an: "I just listened to our little sisters talking and casually said, thank you for your kindness." Give it to the little sisters outside later and let them remember you as Q í ng. "

Then he pointed to the tea set next to him: "do what you want to drink." You know I'm lazy. "

She watched Yan Haian rush a bubble of Tieguanyin, the movement is smooth, not gaudy, just like this man, everything is just right, extremely appropriate.

"every time Yi gives birth to me, those little sisters are crazy about it." Li Qing pulled up her hair and pressed out the cigarette butts in the ashtray. "if you ask me, this is young and I don't know what is really good. If I were a teenager, I would come back to you."

Undeniably, it is easy to ignore Yan Haian and Mo Yisheng standing together. He is not as brilliant as Mo Yisheng, like a diamond who does not know how to hide himself. He stood there, like a quiet tree, tall and introverted, this introversion is neither shyness nor cowardice, on the contrary, it is powerful, for some people, it has the charm of Tian Chang Di Jiu (Eternal Dumpling).

Yan Haian smiled sheepishly, counting it as a response to this sentence, and the conversation turned to Q í ng a few days ago: "We left like that that day, didn't we give you any trouble?"

Knowing that what he really wanted to ask was whether Sun Yan would trouble them, Li Qing shook his head and said, "I understand you. Yi gave birth to this child to protect it." Although his like that can be regarded as a selling point, that's how I sold his first paintings. No offense, I'm just a businessman. "

Of course, Yan Haian will not be offended. On the contrary, he understands Li Qing very well: "I understand. Everyone has to eat."

"that's right." Li Qing smiled and went straight to the point. "what happened in Sun Yan's family was quite popular at that time, and it was more or less a legend." It is also unfortunate to say that how many times in a year has this plane accident occurred? There was only such an inch that his parents caught up with him. When he was studying in the United States, the whole family rushed to see him. Luckily, his brother couldn't leave, otherwise it would have been a big deal. "

The later development is like a TVB drama. In the Sun family, a behemoth that started by doing real estate, the two young people were not taken down by dedicated people and finally took power. Although some relatives helped, they were also good at it.

"Don't mess with him." Li Qing ordered Yan Haian. "Sun Ling doesn't care about him and will help him." Neither of the Sun brothers is good at stubbornness, but fortunately he likes to play and still plays with principles. Q í ng he disdain to bully men and women, others just play willingly Q í ng. He is being coaxed by Xu Ke now, and I don't know how Xu Ke caught up with him. He can't take care of Yi Sheng for the time being. Just hide Yi Sheng well. Many dignitaries forget things, and it will be fine after waiting. "

Yan Haian rubbed his forehead, really the worst object, how so unlucky: "I see, thank you."

Li Qing comforted him for a moment: "there is a lot of water in this circle. In the future, this kind of thing will not happen again. Just get used to it."

The more beautiful, the more dirty, Yan Haian is also psychologically prepared, but what he has to face is one thing, moving to Mo Yisheng is another.

When she came out of Li Qing's gallery, Yan Haian brought the same cake back to the studio, and sure enough, she received a warm welcome from a group of little sisters.

They are not responsible for this kind of crash studio.

System

Teaching only allows adults who are interested in painting to copy a famous painting, and the instructor looks at it. It doesn't need to be too advanced, so students from the Academy of Fine Arts do part-time jobs with low wages. Of course, sometimes when there is a shortage of hands, Yan Haian will play, and Mo Yi will help when he is interested, especially for the children brought by his parents, he can always have a good time with them.

"hasn't Yi Sheng come down yet?" Yan Haian left a piece and asked the little sister at the front desk, "have you had lunch yet?"

The little sister shook her head and said, "Mr. Mo has been in the studio."

Yan Haian sighed, do not blame the younger sister, Mo Yi once painted regardless of the xing he knows. He looked around the store and thought there was nothing wrong with it, so he went up the spiral stairs to the second floor.

This is a bright and empty room, semi-industrial style design, the ceiling has not been specially decorated, the walls are painted white, hanging three paintings side by side, it should look like a set. The south-facing floor-to-ceiling window occupies a whole wall, and there is a cloth three-seater sofa in the corner, which is in a strange position, as if it were placed there casually, but when you sit down, you can get the sun, and you can just see the front of the canvas.

Near the other wall was a large square table of logs covered with rough paper.

Mo Yisheng sat by the window, with easels and canvases in front of him, concentrating on painting. Instead of disturbing him immediately, Yan Haian put the cake and the plastic bag containing Coke on the table and sorted out a messy rough draft full of design drafts, which showed that Mo Yisheng wanted to paint a big scene. He is a very academic school of classical painting, the picture is a reasonable composition and beautiful image, this painting with many characters does not appear crowded and chaotic at all, but has a comfortable balance in enthusiasm.

Yan Haian went around and sat down on the sofa behind Mo Yisheng and watched Mo Yisheng paint. It was not until the sunlight on the ground moved some distance, and he estimated that the time was almost over, that he interrupted: "Yi Sheng, come and have something to eat."

As soon as he interrupted Mo Yisheng, he rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, looked out of the window, and then turned back, his face still at a loss.

Yan Haian got up to the table to get drinks and cakes, and asked knowingly, "haven't you eaten again?"

"I didn't expect it to be so late." Mo Yisheng put the paintbrush and color palette, rubbed his face next to Yan Haian and rubbed his face with a touch of paint on his chin, which made him look defenseless.

Yan Haian helplessly reached out his hand and wiped it for him: "go and wash your hands and have some cake."

Mo Yisheng obediently went to the bathroom. Yan Haian rolled up his sleeves and put his used pens together and put them into a metal pen washing bucket at the foot of the easel, which contained half a bucket of pencil detergent. Yan Haian looked at it and could use it several times.

Piano music suddenly rang in the room, sulking, Yan Haian looked up for a circle, and finally pulled out Mo Yisheng's phone in the sofa cushion clip f è ng. don't know when he fell in.

Mo Yisheng is everything to Yan Haian. Yan Haian only glanced at the strange number and picked it up: "Hello, how are you?"