The next day, Lan Qing had a headache that was about to crack after a hangover, and it took her a moment to understand that she had been brought back by Jiang Rin, and she had a lot of clothes on her, except for sleeping on this messy 'bed' that couldn't be called a sofa.

There were glasses and kettles on the coffee table, Lan Qing's mouth was dry, she poured herself a cup, and drank it down.

The room was more chaotic than expected, with colorful paper everywhere, all kinds of colored paintings on the floor, the smell of oil paint in the air, and a dozen easels of all sizes on the balcony and living room, with unfinished and practiced paintings on them, the colors were blurred, and there was a thrilling beauty.

Even people like Lan Qing, who can't fight with art, can also experience a cold struggle revealed in the painting.

Lan Qing looked all the way, and finally found Jiang Rin who was submerged in the painting in the 'studio' that was similar to the other two studios, he was wearing last night's white shirt, curled up under the canvas, like an immortal sinking into the world under the sun, his black broken hair was stained with one or two points of paint, and his fair face was also, a touch of bright red dye outlined a delicate face, and his curly eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, trembling slightly.

Lan Qing approached, carefully removed the painting, rolled up her skirt, crossed her hands on her knees, and slowly squatted in front of him, silently watching him.

Jiang Rin's pale lips were stubbornly stubborn and pursed into a straight line, and the blue circles under his eyelids showed his unkempt and unbridled habits.

Lan Qing stretched out his hand to touch him gently, and at this moment, he half-opened his misty eyes, and a bright light was refracted in his watery pupils.

Jiang Rin sat up dejectedly, with a lazy breath all over his body, he was half-covered by the dazzling sunlight, and stared at Lan Qing for a minute before he realized what happened last night.

"Up?" Jiang Rin stretched out his hand and yawned, glancing around a little helplessly, before he found the slippers he was looking for in a pile of drawing paper and slowly put them on.

Lan Qing silently watched him stand up, stretched, bowed his head and bent down, stretched out his hand to hold Lan Qing's face, and asked her in an extraordinarily serious tone and extraordinarily casual eyes, "How much?" ”

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Countless question marks flashed in Lan Qing's heart, and the warmth of his fingertips was transmitted to his cheeks, and the roughness of his fingertips rubbed Lan Qing's smooth face.

"Oh, I forgot to say that." Jiang Rin slapped his head, sat back down, and faced Lan Qing face to face, "How much does it cost to hire you as a model?" ”

The corners of Lan Qing's mouth twitched unconsciously, how much is it?

"Is that enough for a month?" Jiang Rin didn't say anything when he saw her, and stretched out five fingers.

"Five thousand?"

Jiang Rin was stunned, then shook his head, and spit out two words with thin lips, "Five hundred thousand." ”

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Lan Qing couldn't help but cover her face sadly, what a loser he was this time.

"Not satisfied?" Jiang Rin looked at her like this, pinched his chin and thought about it, "That's a million." ”

That is, the question of painting one more picture this month.

Lan Qing revealed a pair of beautiful eyes, stared at him deeply, and whispered, "No...... No need, just let me stay here. ”

"Oh." Jiang Rin saw that she answered, and stood up again satisfied, walked to the toilet, and prepared to wash.

Lan Qing got up from the ground and surrounded the entire bedroom, even the walls were covered with abstract paintings of unknown meaning, Jiang Rin's use of color to the extreme, the gradient color was breathtakingly beautiful, located in the middle of the ceiling of the bed that she might not have slept with once, was a bright moon, shrouded in blue-black edges, along the sleek outline, melting into a mess of colors.

Lan Qing seemed to be enchanted, standing in place, unable to take her eyes off.

"Do you want breakfast?"

Jiang Rin's voice came from behind him.