The elevator doors opened, and Rong Qian walked in.

Approaching the end of the year, Ji Yanlin invited her to go out to sit on the phone, but there was a big event today, and Rong Qian did not refuse. 、

Out of the Moh Group, she took a ride directly to the location that Ji Yanlin had agreed.

It's a café in a somewhat remote location.

The driver walked around for a long time before finding this quaint café in the alley of a private house.

Rong Qian stood on the bluestone paved path, looking at the storefront with ancient plaques hanging in front of her, she was a little strange, she didn't expect that there was such a place in Nanjiang?!

When you walk into the store, you will see a lot of photos hanging above the bar counter, and your eyes will swipe.

Rong Qian saw Ji Yanlin who was already waiting for her in the corner of the window inside.

With a full forehead and warm eyebrows, calm eyes as water staring out the window, Ji Yanlin was wearing a casual suit and a brown scarf around his neck, looking polite and full of gentlemanly demeanor.

Lift your feet up.

"Sorry Mr. Cyril, I'm waiting for you. ”

Ji Yanlin came back to his senses, and he raised his hand to signal her to sit.

Rong Qian pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, but he didn't expect Ji Yanlin to stand up, and under Rong Qian's puzzled gaze, he personally went to the bar to ask for a drink.

After coming back, feeling her doubts, Ji Yanlin said with a smile: "There are no service staff in this store. ”

In front of the drink pushed down Rong Qian, Rong Qian smelled a strong milk fragrance, which was very special and could arouse people's greed.

Ji Yanlin sat down in front of her and said with a smile: "But if you taste them, you will not want to leave." ”

Rong Qian picked up the cup and tasted it, and sure enough, the sweet taste had a rich milky aroma, and she curled the corners of her lips slightly.

Ji Yanlin asked, "How?"

Rong Qian nodded, "It's delicious!"

Ji Yanlin immediately took out a handbag from behind him and pushed it down in front of Rong Qian.

Looking at him in confusion, Ji Yanlin said, "What was left over from last time." ”

Rong Qian opened the bag to check, but he didn't expect it to be his scarf.

She glanced at Ji Yanlin, and after she went back, she was still rummaging at home, just thinking that she had lost it somewhere, but she didn't expect Ji Yanlin to be gone!

Rong Qian smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you, Mr. Cyril." ”

"Don't be so polite to me, we've met a few times. Ji Yanlin stirred the coffee, "Last time I heard you talk about the essentials of painting and pigment fusion, are you interested in coming to me as an assistant?"

Rong Qian was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Be my assistant, give me a hand. I think you know a lot about it. "At least it's a lot deeper than his little assistant.

"Mr. Cyril, are you joking?" Rong Qian was a little incredulous.

Ji Yanlin looked at her fixedly: "It's not funny, since you have talent in this area, I think that following me shouldn't insult you!"

The smile on Rong Qian's face disappeared slightly, she didn't know what she had done, and she could enter the eyes of the famous teacher Cyril in the painting world, but it was not difficult to see from this that he appreciated herself.

It is an honor for Rong Qian to be appreciated by Teacher Cyril.

After all, at the beginning of the school, how many students rushed to hope for a word from Mr. Cyril?

Even Lu Jieran is no exception!

But where is she still qualified to stand in front of this master now?

Rong Qian lowered his eyes, closed the cup with both hands, and without deliberately feeling it, the injury on his right wrist seemed to be gone.

But as long as she pushes a little harder, even if she picks up a bowl, the trembling sting reminds her all the time of the original pain!

——

After Rong Qian left, Yan Zhe came in and reported the preparation plan of those people below.

At the same time, Yan Zhe said to Mo Zun: "You delayed the last time you met Zhuo Yang, and a batch of goods arrived today, just where is the small alley." Zhuo Yang has already rushed over, do you see you?"

Before Yan Zhe finished speaking, Mo Zun lit a cigarette and put it on his lips, he turned his head sideways and filled in the signature on the document, and asked, "Who are they?"

"There are several of them coming over from Lincheng. ”

The main side is mixed, and they are often caught grinding on the delivery point, and Yan Zhe is tired of coping.

Thinking that if the Venerable Master could go over and deter them, it would not be a good idea to let them stop a little!

Mo Zun closed the document, Zhuo Yang finally came back, and he always had to greet his brother.

He put down his pen and said, "Let's go, go over and have a look." ”

Yan Zhe immediately took his coat for the boss and followed.

It's just a routine official business, and I take it with me to meet my brother.

Mo Zun didn't have much pomp, but what he didn't expect was that the woman who had just told him to go to the supermarket to buy groceries and cook at night and wait for him to come home at night would go on a date with the man next to him in a small alley café!

It's still such a remote place......

Mo Zun's eyes narrowed.

Yan Zhe saw that his boss stopped walking, and looked at the boss's face with some confusion.

Then I followed the boss's line of sight and saw the shallow face sitting in front of the window, talking and laughing with a man.

Yan Zhe's eyelids jumped heavily, following Mo Zun's side for several years, Yan Zhe had no other skills, and the boss's temper was touching.

How could the lord allow his woman to sit alone with other men and laugh so much?

Yan Zhe suddenly felt that there were dark clouds overhead, and there were lightning and thunder brewing a violent storm.

——

At this time, Rong Qian didn't notice the man standing on the opposite side of the bluestone road outside the window.

She rejected Teacher Cyril's kindness, and although she was grateful to be appreciated by Teacher Cyril, her abilities were difficult to match the teacher's optimism about her.

Rong Qian lowered his head, "I'm sorry......"

Ji Yanlin looked at the girl in front of him, "It seems that my face is not big enough." ！”

"No," Rong Qian hurriedly waved his hand: "It's my problem, in fact, I'm not as good as you think, I didn't go to the school of perfection." ”

Ji Yanlin twisted his eyebrows: "Then you need this opportunity even more." ”

Rong Qian was silent for a few seconds, "I just want to be at home with my husband and children." ”

Painting, in fact, her mind is not dead, but she can't follow Ji Yanlin's side, which insults Teacher Cyril's reputation......

Rong Qian can only lie, whether she succeeds or fails in her own pursuit, she is responsible for herself, but if she follows Ji Yanlin, she believes that with Mr. Cyril's character, he will definitely worry and worry about himself!

Rong Qian's few words skipped the topic, and she obviously didn't want to say more.

Ji Yanlin didn't force it, but he just felt a little pity.

The last time I painted for her, Rong Qian's unintentional talent, no matter who it is, has a heart to cherish talent.

Ji Yanlin is no exception!

The mobile phone in Rong Qian's bag rang, and the monotonous ringtone was not difficult to hear the joy played.

She flipped it out and looked at it, but she didn't expect it to be Mo Zun's.

Rong Qian answered, and was about to get up and go outside to speak, when Mo Zun's evil voice came from the microphone.

"Where's my wife?"

Rong Qian has experienced twists and turns since she was a child, so she is particularly sensitive in the subtle performance of getting along with people.

Hearing a hint of the smell of Mo Zun's words, Rong Qian didn't go to her heart, she stood up, "I'm outside." ”

"Oh, with whom?"

The footsteps paused, Rong Qian glanced at the phone suspiciously, and his voice came from the microphone again, "Look back." ”

Rong Qian had a bad premonition in her heart, she turned around, looked through the glass, and really saw the man standing in the shadow on the opposite side of the bluestone road.

At a distance of more than ten meters, I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but I just felt the evil aura that was breeding.

Ji Yanlin noticed her abnormality and followed her gaze.

On the other side of the road, although Mo Zun did not show his figure, his powerful aura of becoming a world and a world of his own, there was a sense of pride in the world, which was difficult for people to ignore.

Ji Yanlin raised her eyebrows, and then looked at Rong Qian, it was not difficult to see the panic that flashed between her eyebrows.

Rong Qian leaned over and picked up her bag and the scarf that Ji Yanlin returned, she didn't even have time to say goodbye to Ji Yanlin, so she hurriedly walked out of the café.

How could Ji Yanlin watch her leave like this, he got up and chased after her.

Mo Zun has been standing in place and has not moved, and the cold air around him is even more chilling than the sky in this wax moon.

Rong Qian had just come out when a voice came from not far away.

"Zun, you can be counted, I really can't be sure without you. ”

An inch-headed man trotted to Mo Zun's side, his breath was a little panting, and his mouth was full of complaints: "That gang of bastards is obviously here to blackmail, where is the delivery to people? Where did you recruit this gang of people to cooperate? It's fucking disgusting, that selfish and greedy face, it's really the first time I've met this kind of person." ”

Zhuo Yang, who didn't see the situation clearly, complained as soon as he opened his mouth, and Yan Zhe, who was two meters away, touched his nose, he looked at his nose and his heart.

The voice fell, and there was no response, Zhuo Yang realized that something was wrong with his boss, what kind of attitude was this attitude of releasing the cold air?

Turning his gaze slightly, Zhuo Yang saw the shallow face on the opposite side and was slightly stunned.

Rong Qian was obviously stunned when she saw Zhuo Yang, she moved her lips and raised her feet to think about it.

Teacher Cyril's voice came from behind him, "Shallow. ”

Rong Qian stopped, and she turned back.

Ji Yanlin went down the steps and stood in front of her, "Are you leaving?"

Rong Qian subconsciously glanced at Mo Zun's direction, she lowered her head, "um", and then said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Cyril, for your optimism about me, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely ask you to help me taste the works." ”

"Don't use honorifics, just call me Ji Yanlin. Ji Yanlin corrected again, "I will tell you a happy New Year in advance, I am not in the country during the New Year." ”

Mo Zun, who had been waiting, was already very patient, and when he met with that person, let alone whether this person had any purpose? Just last time, whether it was coincidental or artificial, the Lanjiang Wharf put him together, which was enough for Mo Zun to plant the seeds of suspicion.

And this object of suspicion, the woman who approached him more than once, Mo Zun narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He stepped forward.

Zhuo Yang looked at Yan Zhe, then at Mo Zun, and the deadline fell on Rong Qian, and his face was full of complexity.

"When did my wife become so familiar with Master Cyril?"

That cool voice is born with a kind of arrogance of a superior.

Mo Zun stopped a meter away, he was waiting for Rong Qian to take the initiative.

Ji Yanlin's eyebrows were a little warm, it was obvious that he didn't like Mo Zun to be so sharp, but with Mo Zun's reputation, even if he wanted to pretend not to know, it was impossible.

So Ji Yanlin greeted lightly: "Mr. Mo, we meet again." ”

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