Then, Ji Ning'an watched him undergo an astonishing change in just a few seconds!

It turned from a green pot to pink!

It's like a boiling kettle.

...Awesome.

This Manager Hu is the top brother in the Fruity Sauce live broadcast room.

Even though the big account has been hacked by Ji Ning'an, he is still opening a small account to send her messages. It is difficult for such a person to survive so long.

Ji Ning'an slid by without any trouble, put down her phone, thought for a while, set up the easel, picked up the brush with her white fingers, and started practicing sketching alone.

The time for painting is long and passes before you know it.

In the picture, the cat lies lazily on a swing surrounded by vines and bask in the sun. Even though there is no color, there is a liveliness that almost breaks out of the picture.

It was as if I could see the afternoon sunshine with my own eyes. In the owner’s garden, there were cats licking their fur with their tails flicking.

Ji Ning'an pinched her wrist and looked at her painting. She always felt that something was missing, but she just couldn't put it in words.

"Boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door, and her heart beat faster, but she pretended not to hear it.

The knock on the door was still ringing, but she persisted. Then she stood up, put on her slippers, raised the corners of her lips in a subtle arc, and went to open the door. The mother stuck in her throat hadn't screamed out yet. When she entered, she saw Ji's father smiling.

Face, she lowered her eyelashes.

"Dad."

"Have a glass of milk. Your mother is like that. Just wait until she figures it out."

Ji's father handed her the milk with a proud expression: "Who said my girl's little skirt doesn't look good? If I were a girl, I would love to wear it too!"

Ji Ning'an chuckled, took the milk with both hands, and held it in the palm of her hand. Her black hair was messy and scattered around her fair ear bones, and her cheeks still had a little white baby fat.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Go to bed early, it's not good to stay up late. If you have anything to do at Beijing University, come to the Physics Department to see dad."

The night is falling, a five-star hotel.

Manager Hu was sitting on the sofa with a sullen face. Even wearing a suit could not hide the greasy belly. He looked at the phone for a long time and there was no reply, so he let out a sigh.

"Shameless!"

"Mingda, what are you looking at?" The woman swayed over, with a cold appearance and sexy clothes, clinging to the middle-aged man intimately, her voice was cooing.

This was really not a glorious thing. Hu Mingda put the phone upside down on the table, put his arm around the woman's waist, and said with a dishonest hand: "You are still sensible."

Fruity Sauce resisted the feeling of nausea and snuggled into his arms.

"We have a PK event offline. I don't want to lose to Qiao Mu Ningning. Mingda, you have to help me."

"Don't worry, I'm not willing to let you lose."

When he heard that name, Manager Hu's eyes darkened. Looking at the woman's delicately made-up face, another clean and green face appeared in his mind, and he felt a little regretful.

But now that he has the opportunity to meet, he is not in a hurry. Can't he win a little girl?

Guo Weijiang looked down and saw the mobile phone on the coffee table, her red lips raised into a sneer.

Manager Hu's cell phone rang at an inappropriate time. He got angry and answered the call: "Who is it?!"

I don’t know what was said on the other side of the phone, but his expression quickly changed, and he nodded and bowed: "Okay... I'll be there right away, don't worry!"

With a panoramic view of the fruity sauce, I was a little surprised. He was the boss of the company. What was the background of the person on the phone?

"I can't accompany you tonight. I have to receive a very important client." Manager Hu picked up the clothes.

"Okay, I want to miss you." Fruity Sauce said reluctantly.

Manager Hu hurried to the Sita Senior Club...

Box 1109 in Sitai, with low light and loud music. On the billiard table, a man in a suit and leather shoes is holding a billiard cue. His shoulders and back are smooth and his face is handsome and noble. The phone rang in the middle of the music. He glanced down.

, connect the idle opening.

"Hey, Professor Shi Da, are you satisfied with the person I introduced to you today? Is he particularly professional? I hope you like it."

"Don't introduce such messed up people again."

Bo Bing's voice came from the other side of the phone, revealing the coldness of winter, making people wake up instantly from the low and noisy scene.

"Huh? That's not true, is it? Are you too picky? This is enough for a professor's assistant!"

"What do you think?"

Zheng Xingzhou straightened up: "Okay, do you want to come to Sita for a drink?"

"Long-term drinking can lead to alcoholic fatty liver, which can then develop into cirrhosis and even liver cancer. Alcohol can reach the brain within 30 seconds after entering the human body, affecting the brain and nervous system——"

The slow and slow voice seems to contain rhythm, which is particularly beautiful.

If he wasn't talking about something that would make people look like shit.

"Damn it, you deserve it in Shi Jingnian and you are still single at twenty-eight. With girls like you, you will drive them crazy!"

Zheng Xingzhou couldn't bear it and hung up the phone.

"Mr. Zheng, people from the company over there have arrived." The assistant whispered.

Zheng Xingzhou lit a cigarette and said disapprovingly: "Let them wait a little longer. If they can't wait any longer, get out."

Cold white lights pour down, illuminating the minimally decorated living room. The classic design of black and white and gray is cold and without fireworks.

Shi Jingnian doesn't like to socialize, and he never has anyone at home.

The assistant is always in contact with me during my daily work schedule. Two days ago, the assistant had an accident and needed to return to his hometown, so I recruited a new assistant.

Not far away, the white Samoyed ran towards the man.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

The Samoyed kept rubbing the man's feet. The snow-white fur was soft and thick, like soft snowflakes. The eyes were dark like almonds. The corners of the mouth were upturned. He smiled like an angel. He stood up with his front paws and pulled at the hem of Shi Jingnian's clothes.

Please hug, slimy large dog.

Shi Jingnian’s back was always straight, meticulous, and he squeezed its paws.

After hanging up the phone, he put the black old-fashioned mobile phone aside, took off his windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, washed his hands and walked into the studio.

The Samoyed seemed to know that he could not disturb his master at this time and did not follow him.

The studio is large, cool and simple, with paintings on the walls, forming an artistic space, far away from the bustling night, and extremely quiet.

There is an easel in the center, and an unfinished oil painting on the easel. The color used is different from the strict and old-fashioned appearance of the owner. It is particularly bold and bold, as if a storm is brewing in the quiet deep sea, the collision of cold ice and flames, an extremely stunning visual feast!

This is just a semi-finished product.

Shi Jingnian stood in front of the easel and looked at it twice. He was quiet for a long time and finally sat down in front of the easel.

However, he did not choose to complete this semi-finished product, but changed the drawing paper.

The slender fingers casually turned the pencil used for sketching, flipping it between the fingers, turning it several beautiful circles, but did not start writing.

The hour hand of the clock was ticking, pointing to ten o'clock. This was Shi Jingnian's usual schedule, and he began to write.
Chapter completed!