Wen Di looked up again, and Lin Xiangchuan had already changed into a loose pajamas.

"You said you didn't like people coming here."

Also, she couldn't understand why Xin'er happened to appear when Lin Xiangchuan was bathing.

He's so privacy-conscious.

"As I said, it has nothing to do with you." Lin Xiangchuan picked up the water cup, "Leave the door key before leaving, and don't touch my things in the future." ”

If Lin Xiangchuan hadn't always had a stinky face, Wen Di would have blamed him for being an outsider to blame him.

"It seems that you are not in a good mood, I'll just go, contact me if you have anything, I'll come right away."

It is not easy for Wen Di to endure it, and this account is counted on Xin'er's head.

As for the fire in her heart, she has to find a place to vent.

Agent Huang Yi is not used to seeing it, and he does not take his eyes off the screen of his mobile phone, praising Wen Di for not being unreasonable.

"I'm going to join the crew the day after tomorrow, you help me keep an eye on Lin Xiangchuan."

Huang Yi raised his eyes, "You think too highly of me, he is a big president, and he is either a driver or a bodyguard by his side, and I am just an agent." ”

Wen Di sighed and rolled his eyes with grape-purple contacts, "Staring at Xin'er, you've seen it." ”

She felt more and more that Xin Er and Lin Xiangchuan must have some secret that no one knew.

Now is the most important time for the rise of his career, and he has to prevent Lin Xiangchuan from shifting his focus to other women.

Huang Yi knew Wen Di's temperament, so he could only agree.

Wendi was silent, and he swiped his mobile phone by himself.

Eat, drink and be merry when you need it, and ignore it if you don't need it.

Huang Yi has long been accustomed to this kind of flute.

She left the flowers ten miles alone, and the car stopped at the intersection and waited for the green light.

On the street on the right, there were not many passers-by, and she recognized Xin Er and Fu Zhao at a glance, walking side by side, and the two were very close.

Huang Yi looked embarrassed, she used to be Fu Zhao's assistant, she was misunderstood and leaked the company's secrets and resigned, and she was compensated a large amount of money, and she broke up unhappily.

She was reluctant to mark people, but she was very happy at this time.

Xin and Fu were oblivious to the gaze in the distance, and continued to hold hands and laugh and go home.

Intimate but not in the way of each other's online work.

In addition to the studio, Siner has two studios.

Only students who have a lot of time and are purely studying art.

In the future, it will also include exhibitions of works and participation in domestic art exhibitions.

Tomorrow is the first free trial class for the students.

Sin'er arrived at the studio an hour early to prepare the painting tools and study topics himself.

When the time came, the students showed up one after another.

The elder has gray silver hair, and the youngest is 24 years old.

Everyone chooses their preferred seat, or fiddles with their paintbrushes, or flips through the picture book, whispering constantly.

Not wanting to deliberately maintain discipline, Zill turned around and wrote on the blackboard the contents of today's lesson.

They were all adults, and they knew what the purpose of coming here was, so they quickly got into the groove and started painting on their own.

There was only one person who had his face covered with a fisherman's hat and was leaning against the wall.

"Sir, wake up."

Xin'er squatted on the man's right hand, whispered, and saw the man's arm raised and got up.

The bucket hat falls to the ground.

The sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling window on the man's delicate and beautiful face, sleepy-eyed, and the wide open Danfeng eyes stared at Xin Er and looked at it.

"Didn't Xiang Chuan say that you went to film? Why are you here? ”

Sin'er explained simply, telling him that if he was really sleepy, he could go home and rest and come back to class tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, but you and my friend look too much alike."

The man tried to continue, but the phone in Sin's pocket vibrated as she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Xiangchuan's message: "When are you free?"

Zill didn't know how to reply and put away his phone.

The man stared intently at the silhouette of Xin'er, completely sleepy, and took a 2B pencil and began to draft while she didn't look back.

One lesson lasts three hours.

Zill keeps an eye on each student, pointing out errors in the proportions of their characters.

Others, let it be.

"Teacher, I've finished drawing, you can help me comment on it."

Xin'er walked up to his dozing classmate, "The lines are smooth, the portrayal of facial features doesn't seem to be serious, and the overall is not bad." ”

The man bit the head of his pen, "Thank you, teacher." ”

Xin'er shook her head in disbereak, and someone called out "Teacher" and she turned to leave.

The man took out his mobile phone and stared at the secretly taken photo, sent it to Lin Xiangchuan, and said:

"See what I found?"

Lin Xiangchuan just returned to the office after the meeting, frowned and replied:

"Where are you now?"

The man glanced at Xin Er suspiciously, this woman was able to make Lin Xiangchuan reply to the message in seconds.

"You know?"

"Uncle is curious about your recent trip, how should I reply."

The man's face immediately sank, "Xingyuan West Building, Studio on the thirteenth floor."

Lin Xiangchuan exited the chat interface with Lu Zhixing, stared at the avatar of Xin'er's white cat, and did not reply for a long time.

"At half past five, I'll be waiting for you in the West Building of Xingyuan, the Ocean Restaurant on the first floor."

When Xin'er saw the news, the class had already ended, and she watched all the students leave, surprised that Lin Xiangchuan had chosen to be here.

"Teacher, add a V letter, I have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

Lu Zhixing scratched his fluffy black hair with his left hand, and the white T-shirt inside the blue-gray color-blocked shirt was rubbed with lead gray, he didn't care, and smiled sideways against the door frame at Xin Er.

"It's good to leave the questions in class, and it's not convenient to communicate privately."

The man looked like a college student, but his eyes were amorous, and Xin Er was a little disgusted.

"Okay, excuse me, teacher, we'll see you tomorrow."

Sinl politely beckoned and turned to the Ocean Restaurant.

After waiting for nearly an hour, Lin Xiangchuan never appeared.

Frustrated, he promised Fu Zhao to go to the Qing bar for a drink.

"Walking in the Woods" lingered in Xin'er's ears, and he touched Fu Zhao's wine glass.

A bottle of rum bottomed out, Fu Zhao's brain was still sober, and Xin Er was a little drunk.

With a glance, the two of them got up at the same time and walked out.

There were no people on the streets, and Sin'er was incomplete, humming an out-of-tune ballad, counting his steps along the curves of the tiles.

Not far away, there were a few gangsters on the dry rack, four against one.

Fu Zhao walked behind Xin'er, waiting for her to open her mouth to stop her.

Sin'er had already dragged the trash can, she had learned taekwondo, boxing.

It's true that drinking alcohol strengthens your courage.

Fu Zhao was almost scared to death, hugging Xin'er, who wanted to catch up, "Good, we are good citizens and don't fight." ”

Xin'er burped and pointed to the bullied youth:

"Do you hear me, we all have to be good citizens, hurry home, don't let your parents worry."

Fu Zhao sent Xin Er home, and not long after entering the gate of Fanhua Shili, Xin Er's mouth was dry, and he wanted to drink orange-flavored soda willfully, and if he didn't give it, he would be spoiled.

"Okay, you wait here for me, I'll be back right away."

Xin'er sat on the spot, crossed his knees and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

A pair of men's oval-toe custom black leather shoes stopped in front of her.

Zill dozed off, chicks pecked at rice, and the man held her chin with one hand.