Lao Li also saw the car for the first time and couldn't help but show off.

"Mianmian, did you see the car, I heard that there are tens of millions, but tonight is a big boss, the leader has been accompanied by several rounds of wine, and he said that the white wall looks a little empty, I just thought of you, these bosses have tricky tastes, and the people who drive this kind of car, maybe the temper is not good, but you don't have too much pressure."

Sheng Mian heard that his tone was full of envy, and smiled, "Then I'll go in, Uncle Li, you go back." ”

The courtyard is the best place to stay in Youxian County, which is said to be built according to the standards of five-star hotels, and is never open to the public, and is received by some leaders and businessmen who have come to invest in Youxian County.

Sheng Mian is also the first time to go in.

The courtyard landscaping is very elegant, three pavilions, five steps and a rockery fountain, and it can be seen that the choice of each piece of wood is excellent.

When the receptionist heard that she had been introduced to paint, he quickly led her to the room where she lived.

"The paint is ready, now do you want to go to the scene and have a look?"

Seeing that the other party was a little anxious, Sheng Mian put away his things and nodded, "Then take me over to trouble." ”

When I got there, I realized that the location of the white wall was indeed in the most conspicuous place, and people passing by would basically see it.

It is about three meters long, reflecting the elegant scenery of the surroundings, and for those who pursue details, this blank space is indeed a bit bland.

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Sheng Mian looked at the paint prepared by the other party, although it was not as good as what she was used to, it was not bad.

"I'll start writing later."

The person next to her wanted to tell her to be careful, but when he thought that she was from the Imperial Capital Academy of Fine Arts, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

Sheng Mian sat down on a chair next to him, and while he looked at it carefully, he thought about it in his mind by the way.

It is best to choose a splashed ink landscape here, and it must be from light to dark colors, and things should not be too much, otherwise it will look messy.

I already had an idea in my heart, bent down to adjust the paint, and prepared to start writing.

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Back in the reception room, Fu Yancheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, all the local grassroots cadres who attended tonight were elderly, and it could be seen that they really wanted to do something for this small county, and there was no intrigue in the circle, but it made him relax and drink a few more glasses.

He doesn't like to drink when he negotiates, but tonight was an exception.

Qi Shen saw that he was rubbing his temples, thinking that he had a headache, "You rest for a while, I'll let them boil some sobering soup and send it?" ”

Fu Yancheng took off his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and the smell of wine seemed to dissipate a little.

The man sat on the sofa, his side face was handsome and neat, his eyebrows were deep, and the bridge of his nose was high, and he waved his hand when he heard the words.

"No, I'll go out later, you can go and rest."

Qi Shen nodded, "There are no large factories here in Youxian, and the air quality is really good, maybe it is because of this that the above will think of developing this place into a tourist area."

Qi Shen folded the suit he took off casually and handed it to the person who had been waiting outside for a long time.

The cool breeze blowing in the night was a little pleasant, Fu Yancheng glanced out the window and walked out.

Sheng Mian had already drawn the outline of the perimeter and determined the general composition of the whole painting, only to realize that it was already dark.

She painted a picture of the old man fishing, with few elements, the river and the mountain, and the lonely old man set off each other, neither stealing the limelight of the surrounding scenery, but also not too bland.

I looked down and noticed that the paint pan was already a little dirty, and I planned to go to the faucet not far away to wash my brush head and change the water by the way.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and there was no one around, so she walked faster with her things, but when she lowered her head to arrange her painting tools, she bumped into a slightly wine-scented bosom.

The unused black paint in his hand was sprinkled on the white shirt and fell on Sheng Mian himself.

Fu Yancheng lowered his head and glanced at the shirt that had been splashed, obviously he couldn't wear it anymore, his brows furrowed, and his deep black eyes set off a cold coldness.

I found that the person who hit him was somewhat familiar, and when Sheng Mian raised his eyes, he looked at each other.

She seemed even more shocked when she saw him, her eyelids trembled, and she almost didn't hold the thing in her hand.

"Mr. Fu, why are you here?"