Leave all your emotions towards the man in front of you and regard him as a perfect plaster image.

“…”

The studio faces south, the sunlight that shines into the room from outside the window gradually withdraws, and the temperature begins to drop without the sunshine.

Lu Huaiyu posed and remained motionless until his body was stiff and as if he was numb.

Jian Qing stood and drew pictures. She could sit down when she was tired of standing, and she repeated over and over again.

Drawing for four hours.

Regretically, the mannequin should rest for every thirty minutes and then change the position, because if the same movement is slapped for a long time, the body will be sore and unbearable.

But Jian Qing didn't say a word, as if she was deliberately trying to see when he could persevere.

As a result, Lu Huaiyu didn't move until she finished painting.

She didn't say that she could move, but he really didn't move. Even when she reached the back, her muscles were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

“…”

It seems that from beginning to end, she has an absolute dominance.

But Jian Qing knew that it was because he was giving in to her.

This has always been the case.

He is always calm and tolerant, not caring about her little temper.

Even she treated him too much, she accepted it all.

Holding a pencil in my hand, my nails repeatedly snatch the pen tip, almost cutting off a layer of dark green patent leather wrapped around it.

Finally, she whispered in her heart, so what?

Big liar.

"I'm fine, put on my clothes."

Jian Qing put down his pencil and put the drawn sketch paper into the drawing board, and did not seem to be intending to be seen by him.

Hearing this, Lu Huaiyu moved his legs, slowly and hard, and frowned, his entire leg was already numb, and it took a long time to relieve it.

His steps were a little sloppy, and he was walking at an extremely slow speed without showing any embarrassment. He was still orderly, slowly tying the buttons of his shirt one by one, and then putting his watch and cufflinks back.

Jian Qing remained silent and stared at his movements.

A trace of guilt flashed in my heart, but it quickly passed away.

She took out five hundred dollars from her wallet and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Your reward," she said.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu paused to wear a strap and stared at the five hundred dollars in front of him.

No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't bear it anymore. He took a deep breath, as if he was controlling himself.

"Jian Qing." He said, "Stop making trouble, okay?"

"You don't have to make me angry on purpose like this. If you have any questions, let's talk about it."

His voice was low and heavy, and he was still thinking about reasoning with her, "If I did something that made you angry, I would know if you said it."

Jian Qing pulled the corner of her mouth. What can she do if she knows? Will she tear her wound open again bloodily?

She was obviously going forward.

Anyone can do that person, but why is it Lu Huaiyu?

"I have nothing to say."

Jian Qing had a expressionless face, a cold tone, and he paused, "Can you please, don't show up in front of me again."

“…”

Following her words.

The surrounding environment seems to be static—

Jian Qing knew that she was too much today.

Anyone who is almost trampled on her self-esteem will not be able to stand it.

What's more, Lu Huaiyu.

He was so proud, but in front of her, he lowered his bottom line again and again.

I don’t know if it’s a good education constraint or something, but he still controls his emotions well.

Except for the dark eyes, they were sunken and heavy.

Lu Huaiyu remained silent for a long time and stared at her, as if he wanted to see through the expression on her face.

Jian Qing did not escape and looked back at him, with a strong sense of resistance and resistance in his clean and clear eyes.

No room left.

Lu Huaiyu lowered his eyelids, smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt sleeves, dressed neatly, and returned to his distant and cold appearance.

He didn't say anything anymore, and finally glanced at Jian Qing, and his emotions were complicated in his dark eyes.

Then he picked up the five hundred dollars from the table and turned around and left.

The back is straight and the steps are neither fast nor slow, and it always reveals the nobleness and elegance engraved in the bones.

Until the studio door is opened and then gently close.

Jian Qing seemed to have been pulled away by someone in an instant, and a surge of soreness surged in her nose and her chest was up and down.

My heart is empty.

Instead of feeling a little happy because of revenge, I became even more uncomfortable.

Jian Qing returned to the dormitory dejectedly.

Lin Yi was practicing piano with his guitar in his arms, and knew that she had an appointment with a nude model to draw today, "How is it, the nude body is finished?"

“…”

Jian Qing said lightly, "It's finished."

Lin Yi put down his guitar and said, "Let me take a look. I'll learn how you drew it."

“…”

Jian Qing pursed her lips, for some reason, but she didn't want to show her Lu Huaiyu's painting.

She never lie, and for the first time, she lies, "I didn't draw well this time, and I'm useless."

When Lin Yi heard this, he didn't notice anything wrong, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, "I haven't even drawn it well, so I'll be balanced."

Later, Jian Qing did not hand over the painting.

Instead, I took a day off on Monday and drew a picture in the studio to the serious nude model and handed it over as homework.

Zhou Rui was not surprised when he was proofreading his homework. He just made a joke, thinking that Lu Huaiyu's self-restrained and cold temperament could really be a nude model for the little girl.

Until the Chinese New Year approaches, the school is on winter vacation, and Lu Huaiyu does not appear again.

Jian Qing didn't want to go back to Yu City, so she applied to live in the school. Anyway, she was used to being alone, and it would be the same wherever she spent the Spring Festival.

Life is still dull. When it’s time to do an internship, she tries her best to keep herself busy so that she won’t have time to think about anything else.

The only thing to be happy with may be that the company issued a year-end bonus at the end of the year.

Logically speaking, she has just joined the company and has no bonus at the end of the year.

However, her previous works of participating in the Fenghualu original painting competition were out of circle because of the previous incident on Weibo.

It even sold it to a private hospital for virtual doctor image promotion, and the company also earned a copyright fee.

So Jian Qing suddenly added 200,000 yuan.

I have to sigh that the game company is so rich that she has no financial worries in an instant.

She contacted the real estate agent Zhou Cheng again, hoping to buy the old house back.

Zhou Cheng went to the Housing Management Bureau to find out that the owner of the old house is Li Yongjian, the principal of Yu Municipal Health School.

Zhou Cheng contacted him several times, but he didn't reach an agreement. Before he even had time to report the price, he was directly rejected by Principal Li and said he would not sell anything.

Jian Qing had no choice but to ask Zhou Cheng for Principal Li's phone number and was about to call him in person to discuss.

Unexpectedly, the other party spoke unexpectedly and quickly agreed to sell the house, and even the offer was only half as much as he did when he bought the house.
Chapter completed!