In less than twenty days, she was going to paint two works, and didn't it cost her her life.

Ji Xingchen took a bite of the apple and made a crisp sound.

She sent a WeChat message directly to her father, telling her that she would not go to Ji's for the time being.

Within two minutes, Ji Rusong's phone called.

"You've only been here for half a month, and you don't plan to come? Ji Xingchen, what do you want to do! ”

Ji Xingchen blinked, and said weakly: "Dad, you listen to my explanation, I have a reason." ”

Ji Rusong took a deep breath; "What can you do? Did you make an appointment with Qi Yue or Zhou Minglang to go shopping abroad this time? Or did you ask a little fresh meat to go out on a date? ”

"......" Ji Xingchen's voice raised: "Dad, in your eyes, am I the kind of person who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long!" ”

Ji Rusong: "Aren't you?" ”

Ji Xingchen's fox eyes were slightly picky, and he didn't talk about it anymore, and patiently explained: "Ni Wen helped me contact an art exhibition, which is very important for my future painting career. ”

Ji Rusong frowned and said, "What does this have to do with you not coming to Ji's family." ”

Ji Xingchen: "Of course, I still lack two works for the exhibition, and there are less than 20 days left, so I have to paint them." ”

Ji Rusong's eyebrows relaxed, but he still couldn't help but educate: "Ji is the path you should take in the future, painting, design, and pipa can only be regarded as hobbies, they are not your career, do you know?" ”

Ji Xingchen pursed her lips and was silent, in this regard, her and Ji Rusong's opinions have never been unified.

After patiently listening to Comrade Ji's nagging for nearly twenty minutes, Ji Xingchen finally got her father.

This time, she can create at home with peace of mind.

However, when Ji Xingchen sat in the studio and faced a blank piece of paper, he made a mistake again.

The most important thing to create is inspiration.

How can she draw without inspiration?

Ji Xingchen shook his head and forced himself to think and create.

In the evening, Lu Yanbei came back with things.

There was only one half-eaten apple in the living room, Lu Yanbei walked over and picked up the apple and put it in his mouth to eat it, and then went upstairs to find Ji Xingchen.

There was no one in the bedroom, but there was movement in the studio.

It's the sound of a pen dropping, and it's loud.

Lu Yanbei walked over and pushed open the door, and the entrance was a floor full of paper, on which were all kinds of paints.

The mess was all piled up on the ground.

And Ji Xingchen squatted on the side of the bed, a small one, with his head buried in his knees, a paintbrush between his fingertips, and his long hair scattered over his shoulders.

She was dressed in a white nightdress, which looked like a painter's decadent.

Lu Yanbei raised his eyebrows, walked in and picked up the papers one by one, and after a while, the original messy studio looked a lot cleaner.

The man asked in a low voice, "Painting?" ”

Ji Xingchen seemed to have just heard the movement, and slowly raised his head from his knees, and looked at Lu Yanbei with his neck tilted.

His eyes were red and his eyelashes were still moist, as if he had just cried.

Her voice was still a little trembling: "Lu Yanbei." ”

Lu Yanbei walked over, bent down and hugged the person in his arms, then put him on the bed, supported his hands on her sides, and imprisoned the person in his arms.

Patiently asked, "What's wrong?" Stuck in a drawing block? ”

Ji Xingchen nodded, her thin shoulders made her whole person look fragile: "I can't draw, I have no inspiration." ”

Although the relationship between the two was not very good before, at this time, Ji Xingchen was the only one who could tell.

Not being able to paint, not having creative inspiration, is the most frustrating thing for a painter.

Lu Yanbei continued to ask: "Why did you suddenly remember to draw?" Is there anything on display? ”

"Hmm." Ji Xingchen withdrew from her emotions and sobered up a lot, she stretched out her hand to push Lu Yanbei away, and her tone returned to flatness: "Ni Wen gave me an art exhibition, and there are still two paintings missing." ”

Lu Yanbei stood up and saw that she was starting to distance herself again as before, and her eyebrows rose slightly.

At this moment, I actually thought badly, if she was never inspired and trapped in it, would she subconsciously rely on herself as she did just now.

This dangerous idea was curbed by Lu Yanbei in time.

He said lightly: "I can be your model." ”

Ji Xingchen looked at him suspiciously: "I'm uninspired." Do I feel inspired when you model me? ”

Lu Yanbei said objectively: "I have met many famous painters who begged me to be mannequins for them, and I think you should also need it." ”

Ji Xingchen: "......, can you be more shameless?"

Her face was calm, and she was a little shaken.

Lu Yanbei's face and figure are indeed very attractive types in the art circle.

The man squinted his peach blossom eyes and chased after the victory: "The human body is also a kind of painting, not to mention that you have never tried a realistic style, this time can be an opportunity for you to break through yourself, after all-"

Ji Xingchen's fox eyes jumped: "After all, what?" ”

The man hooked his lips and said, "After all, there are not many people who are as good as me and are willing to contribute." ”

...... "Hehe!

Lu Yanbei asked: "Painter Ji, do you want to consider my husband's suggestion?" ”

Ji Xingchen frowned: "I agreed to the suggestion, but remember to change the title." ”

"Oh." Lu Yanbei: "Miss Ji." ”

Ji Xingchen suddenly exploded: "I'm talking about my husband!" ”

"What?"

"Husband!"

"Well, do you want to take off your clothes, wife?"

“？”

Ji Xingchen was almost speechless.

In order to paint, she swallowed her anger and said, "Take it off." ”

The human body pays attention to the balance of strength and beauty, and undressing is the most intuitive embodiment.

Lu Yanbei slowly began to unbutton his shirt, his movements were slow, and he was obviously a very normal behavior, but he made a sense of immediacy that he was about to carry out an obscene action movie.

Ji Xingchen swallowed his saliva and hurriedly turned around to close the curtains.

Lu Yanbei said with a smile: "This is a villa, it is uninhabited within a radius of several kilometers, so you don't have to worry about your husband being seen by others." ”

Ji Xingchen glared at him angrily, and the man relented.

It's not the first time she has seen Lu Yanbei's body, and every time she sees it, she still sighs with emotion.

This face is matched with this figure, it is really too top.

If that damn Liang doesn't come back, then she can still continue to be a superficial husband and wife with him for his money and his people.

It's a pity that it backfired.

Lu Yanbei didn't know what Ji Xingchen was thinking, and when he saw her in a daze, he reminded: "Do you still want to take it off?" ”

As he spoke, he began to untie the belt on his trousers.

Seeing this, Ji Xingchen walked over and pressed the man's bony hand, his face was slightly red, and he said, "Who told you to take off your pants!" ”

Lu Yanbei's eyes darkened, the woman's hand was covered on the back of her hand, soft to the touch, and further down was the hidden place.

At this time, Lu Yanbei wanted to take her hand and ......