Feng Ziyu had already taken a seat for someone, and after Qi Yan was seated, he winked at the person, "Tsk, it's the first time I see you here so late."

Moreover, this sly-lipped, obviously did something shameful.

As a visitor, Feng Ziyu understands very well.

He glanced at the turtleneck sweater that Qiyan was wearing again, and laughed, "Qiyan, have you been wearing turtleneck sweaters a bit more often recently? Did you forget to share something with me?"

Feng Ziyu is almost sure that Qi Yan and Fu Ci have an affair, but Qi Yan's mouth has always been tight, and Fu Ci has always liked to pester Qi Yan. No matter how close the two are, he can't judge.

Qi Yan listened to his gossip tone and pointed to the textbook on his desk, "This is what the teacher taught in the last class, you should turn the page."

At this time, the teacher was just asking someone to ask questions, and Feng Ziyu was so frightened that he sat down immediately, stopped whispering to anyone, and pretended to listen to the class carefully.

Qi Yan smiled, he knew what Feng Ziyu was curious about, but he wanted to wait until the dust settled before making it public.

Fu Ci obviously accepted the intimacy between the two well, and there was only a suitable opportunity to talk to people and confirm the relationship.

Believe, this day will not be too long.

This week, Qi Yan was busy finishing the basketball game painting, and Xia Qing would occasionally give him some advice. Although he was always ruthless and sharp, he really got to the point every time.

With his help, the painting of Qiyan has obviously improved a lot compared to the previous one. When the manuscript was handed in, even Liu Liu and Song Yang called them immortals.

Qi Yan was relieved to see them so satisfied.

However, Xia Qing said that it is still not recommended to show this painting to the teacher, and wanted Qi Yan to find the feeling of the painting that was exhibited at the painting school and repaint it.

Qiyan knew that Xia Qing wanted him to get more impression points in front of Professor Zhao, so he indicated that he would try hard.

After sending a message to someone, Qi Yan put down the phone and unconsciously put his eyes on Fu Ci who was watching the painting with Liu Liu and the others.

In the last painting, the inspiration was still given to him.

Fu Ci took him to sketch by the lake. Although it rained and was chased by dogs, he could not forget the throbbing of being guarded and running forward.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Fu Ci turned his head and walked to his side, "What's wrong?"

Qi Yan shook his head, "It's alright, if this painting is okay, I'll ask you to hand it over to the basketball team."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Fuci blinked, "Remember to pay the last half of my manuscript fee."

This painting took him a lot of time.

Fu Ci smiled and rubbed his hair, "Of course, I'll ask the captain to call you later."

After he finished speaking, he looked behind him and was still looking at the painting, and even quarreled with the childish question of who is more handsome in the painting. He quietly approached Qiyan and asked in a low voice, "Are you still accepting the manuscript?"

"Huh? Is the basketball team still alive?"

Qi Yan subconsciously thought that the basketball team wanted to ask him to draw something.

"No." Fu Ci shook his head, glanced at the painting not far away, and then looked at Qi Yan, "I also want to make an appointment, and I want you to paint me alone."

He also found out that Qiyan had painted for him before, but it was just a sketch, not colored. He also asked Qiyan how the painting was, but the other party said perfunctorily that he forgot, obviously he didn't want to show it to him again. .

He wanted Qi Yan to paint him a painting with such a high degree of completion.

"I can double the price!" Fu Ci said with a smile leaning on the shoulder of prayer, intending to tempt him with money.

But praying just glanced at him lightly, not moving at all, "Don't draw you."

I just stunned, "Why? I can go to the normal draft procedure, never let you do it!"

"I also speak well, I like what you draw!"

The words seemed to make a painting for him just for him.

Prayed silently and looked at him for a long time without talking.

In fact, it is easier than anyone else than painting. He hardly needs to let the resignation move. He is too familiar with the other's body lines. There is no problem.

After all, starting from high school, the first thing he painted was to pay.

There is even a sketch that specifically specifically for paying resignations. From high school to college, it is thick and stacked. It is full of resignations. Various scenes, various expressions, various postures, and hundreds of them.

If you see it, you may not just ask him to draw a picture of his own.

However, of course, I couldn't tell this matter. "I was preparing to draw another character to Professor Zhao recently. I haven't been inspired. I haven't had time to receive the manuscript recently."

Fu Ci froze, a little sorry, "That's it."

However, he quickly cheered up, "However, of course, it is the most important to the professor's work. If there is no inspiration, like the last time, I will take you out to try?"

He suddenly remembered the benefit of his dad gave them last time. "Do you remember the holiday hotel I said? I checked it, it was really hot recently. It was built on the top of the mountain. Go to see the sunrise, there are also many young people in the hotel that played play facilities! "

Fu Ci swept the previous sluggish, the more excited, the more excited, and even the sound was unreasonable.

Isn't this a dating of the two who prayed alone? His dad would find a place to assist him.

In the morning, when he cooks eggs in the morning, he saves his own copy and send someone back?

Fu Ci has been secretly planned in the bottom of my heart, but hearing a surprised voice next to it, "Are you going to climb the mountain?"

Liu Liu screamed, "Pay resignation, you just thought of going with me! I still think it's almost moldy at school recently, I want to go out and walk!"

After he said, he hooked Song Yang's neck, "Song Yang, let's go to climb the mountain together? The four people in the bedroom are building! I look forward to it!"

Fu Ci felt that Liu Liu was overflowing with the excitement of words, and the hand hanging on his side held into a fist.