It's not yet work time, so there's basically no one there.

Rong Zheng walked all the way, occasionally bumped into one, and said hello politely.

But when Rong Zheng walked to the door, he found that the door of the studio was hidden.

This studio is where Wen Zhuo assigned him to paint alone, and ordinary people would not come here.

He has been taking leave at home these days, who will be in his studio?

didn't have time to think about it, Rong Zheng pushed open the door and saw Xiao Xi handing his painting to Feng Aishan.

Hearing the movement of the door being pushed open, Xiao Xi subconsciously glanced at the door but saw Rong Zheng with a gloomy face.

Her hand shook, and the painting almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Feng Aishan quickly caught the painting, and he couldn't help but blame Xiao Xi, "Do you know how much this painting is worth? ”

Xiao Xi didn't answer him, but looked at the direction of the door and stammered, "Zheng...... Brother Zheng......"

Rong Zheng's face was indifferent, and his eyes looked at the painting in Feng Aishan's hand as if they were ice edges.

"What are you doing!"

His voice was as deep as water, and it contained great anger.

"Rong Zheng?"

Feng Aishan hid the painting behind him, looking like he was afraid that Rong Zheng would snatch the painting away.

"Where did you get the studio key?"

Rong Zheng stared at Xiao Xi and asked in a cold voice.

"I ...... I...... Ah, Brother Zheng, you ...... Your face!"

Xiao Xi was struggling with how to explain this scene, and suddenly looked up and suddenly saw the cheek on the left side of Rong Zheng's face.

A few shallow, criss-crossed, lying on Rong Zheng's face like a centipede.

And on his neck, the hideous scar is even more terrifying.

It made Xiaoxi forget what he was going to say.

Seeing the fright in Xiao Xi's eyes and a flash of disgust, Rong Zheng hooked his lips sarcastically, "What?"

"Brother Zheng, why did your face become like this......"

It turned out that Rong Zheng's face was so exquisite, and how did it become like this now.

"You don't seem to have answered my question, where did you get the key to the studio!"

Xiaoxi is not Zhou Ling, Rong Zheng has never had such a good temper with others.

This woman not only provoked him and Zhou Ling last time, but also added something to his wine, almost causing him to break up with Zhou Ling, and now she is still giving her paintings to others so grandiosely.

Who gave her the right!

"This key was given to me by yourself last time you were drunk, and you want me to help give the painting to Mr. Feng. ”

Xiaoxi's lies came as soon as she opened her mouth, and it turned out that Rong Zheng still had a good appearance that made her fall in love. What does he have now?

Although there are some pity, she will not give up her interests for the sake of an ugly man.

Rong Zheng now understands that this woman has already been on the same page with Feng Aishan.

The last time she showed up at such a good time, she deliberately drunk him just to steal his key. It turned out that Feng Aishan had already made preparations with both hands.

It's just that he doesn't know why Feng Aishan didn't take the painting in advance, but kept it until today.

"Ridiculous! Who are you, why should I ask you?"

Rong Zheng didn't talk much, but he saw blood in every word.

Sure enough, Xiao Xi's face sank, and a trace of humiliation flashed on his face.

"Rong Zheng, now that this painting is in my hands, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I can still share a little money with you. But if you don't cooperate, you won't want to get a penny. ”

Rong Zheng finally understood one thing, why Feng Aishan was once popular and created many excellent works. But in recent years, I have not been able to draw good paintings anymore.

How can a person whose soul has been completely robbed of money still be able to paint a pure picture.

Looking at the greed on his face, he felt ridiculous, in vain that he had sincerely regarded this man as his mentor.

"I'm going to ruin it, and I won't let you get it!"

After that, Rong Zheng rushed forward in three steps and two steps, wanting to snatch the painting in Feng Aishan's hand and destroy it.

For this painting, Rong Zheng put a lot of effort into it. Who would have to destroy it like that?

But what he can't tolerate is that his paintings become dirty stepping stones under other people's feet!

Rather for broken jade, not for the tile!

"You stop him for me!" Feng Aishan didn't expect Rong Zheng to be so resolute, so he hurriedly held the painting and dodged.

When Xiao Xi heard this, he rushed up and hugged Rong Zheng's waist, and Feng Aishan took the opportunity to escape.

"Brother Zheng, can't you just cooperate a little? a little cooperation will be beneficial to the three of us. ”

"Get out!"

Rong Zheng broke free a few times, he raised his hand and squeezed Xiao Xi's hand mercilessly to shake her off.

His strength was so great that Xiao Xi didn't stand firm for a while, and sat on the ground with his ass.

"You ugly monster who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, you even push women, you're still not a man!"

There was a heart-piercing pain in the buttocks, Xiao Xi was angry, and immediately scolded without words.

Rong Zheng glanced at her coldly, and Xiao Xi was suddenly silent.

This man's eyes were so terrible, there was no warmth at all, and the coldness was as if he was going to choke his throat directly.

"The keys. Rong Zheng stretched out his hand, his face dark.

Xiao Xi obediently returned the key he stole to Rong Zheng, and smiled coldly, "It's useless for you to go now." Feng Aishan and Mr. Liu have already negotiated the price, and now Mr. Liu's car will pick him up downstairs. ”

Rong Zheng was stunned, "Get out." ”

Xiao Xi could only stand up with the pain and limp away step by step.

Rong Zheng hurriedly chased downstairs, only to find Feng Aishan and Mr. Liu standing downstairs.

I don't know what Mr. Liu said, Feng Aishan's face was very ugly.

When he saw Rong Zheng coming, Feng Aishan glared at him, a fierceness crossed his eyes, and then turned his head to leave.

"I haven't seen such a good painting in years. ”

Mr. Liu held the painting in his hand and squinted his eyes to look at it.

This seems to be said to Rong Zheng, and it seems to be said to himself.

"Feng Aishan didn't say a wrong thing, you do have talent. Get in my car and we'll talk. ”

Mr. Liu tilted his head and motioned for Rong Zheng to get into his car.

Then regardless of whether Rong Zheng agreed or not, he opened the car door directly.

Rong Zheng hesitated for a while, but after seeing the painting in his hand, he still bent down and got into the car.

"Actually, this painting is not that important to me, I value your talent more. Mr. Liu got straight to the point and threw the painting on the ground.

Rong Zheng picked up the painting and pursed his lips to look at Mr. Liu.

"Come under me, within three years, I guarantee that your reputation will surpass Feng Aishan. ”

After that, Mr. Liu observed Rong Zheng's reaction with the corner of his eye, and smiled confidently when he saw that his expression was a little loose.

"Driver, go to the restaurant I frequent. Mr. Liu pointed with his hand, the driver understood, and the vehicle began to start.

Rong Zheng looked at the receding scenery, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and he kept flipping.