"I'll pay three times the price, please paint the portrait of Zhao Yuyan as soon as possible, vividly. This money is enough for you to live for two or three years! Make her portrait according to my requirements, I want to find her back as soon as possible like the Su family looked for Su Peipei, she is very important to me......"

Ning Xian took out a number of silver tickets and spread them out on the table in the studio.

Chen Huashi looked back from the window and looked at it gently, the silver ticket is not just a life of two or three years......

Ning Xian didn't know that Zhao Yuyan had been controlled by the painter's cage and had been sealed in a painting at this time.

The painter Xiang pretended to be calm and agreed to this request, and with a little trickery, he could release Zhao Yuyan in the painting in an open place, but she had to erase her previous memories, otherwise, if she added oil and vinegar to say some things, then wouldn't he be imprisoned by Ning Xian.

Such a thing of both people and money, how could the painter miss it, he was locked in a gold wire cage before, he ravaged Zhao Yuyan, but he succeeded twice, but she didn't get a drop of water, and she was forced to exchange herself for drinking some water, every time she drank some water, she could last two or three days and ignore him, the painter really lost patience. There are often customers in the store, and such a large cage covered with a canvas with some gaps in it really can't hide people's eyes, and sooner or later others will find out, so they seal her in the painting. Zhao Yuyan is now in the painting, neither thirsty nor hungry, it is estimated that her life is like a fairy, I am afraid she may not be willing to come out...... The painter immediately accepted Ning Xian's money, promised with a mouthful, and decided to come up with a foolproof plan.

When he was thinking about these "fortune" things two days ago, Wu Xiaomei's appearance made his eyes shine. What does it mean to stand out from the crowd? What does it mean to be better than the blue, which is very well presented on Wu Xiaomei's body. At this moment, this girl has no money, she has all the excellent qualities, and she is simply a perfect woman. But no money is absolutely impossible, so she was forced to be helpless, and now she can only succumb here, the salary he gives is better than the treatment of other people's families, but the requirements are also clear to each other.

"Do you have a boyfriend?

"No, I haven't even talked about love, what, are you willing to give me a salary increase......" Wu Xiaomei used to hate the most, the copper-smelling money transaction, but now it has come to her, she sneered at herself, and she hated what she said, but she had to do it. For my father, for my younger brother, for the family's old house.

"I've heard that you know a lot of prominent people, I wonder if you can help me this time? You already know everything about me......" Her plea was also so high-minded. Gao Leng's chin was raised, and he still had the same gaze as before, but it was obvious that his tone was much weaker.

"I've heard about you, what is this? That Bai Qiyu is your partner, but he just took out the goods for the time being, because your family is not good, and he has to secretly collude with the devils, who knows that it is the devil's goods that are proposed...... Falling into such an end, your partner Bai Qiyu can get rid of the relationship, and people may not be willing to go back to help you...... As for the eminent people I know, of course, if they come forward to intercede for you, your father will be fine as long as he pays for it. ”

The painter looked Wu Xiaomei up and down, walked up to her, and watched her burgundy cheongsam set off her fair skin. The oil paint brush in his hand keeps turning.

"It's the first time I've done this......" She gently unbuttoned herself and closed her eyes as she hated herself as she gritted her teeth.

"Don't worry, I'll blindfold you, and when this picture appears in front of people, they won't know who you are...... And I said, it's just an art, don't think too much about it......" The painter's pen quickly landed on her back. Wu Xiaomei's tears flowed down in a flutter. used to be a high-profile reporter, offended dignitaries, and went to tabloid to develop, but now my father has offended the devil and has become this so-called art assistant......

Money, power...... can suppress such a perfect girl to this extent. Wu Xiaomei compromised, really compromised. When the painter felt that the cheongsam was in the way and peeled it off, she instinctively picked up a candlestick and prepared to smash it on his head.

The painter threw all the paint on her, and the brush swung out, snatching the candlestick from her hand, turning her over and throwing her to the ground.

He pulled her hair fiercely, and asked softly in her ear: "I am the only one who can help you now, otherwise, while you have not been treated by me, you go to seek the dignity yourself, I am afraid it will be worse than this...... Because they have seen so many women, you may not be able to impress them......"

Wu Xiaomei covered her cheongsam: "I want to get an accurate answer, can you help me completely, or ...... like them"

"As long as you cooperate with me and complete my paintings, I can promise you these conditions, you know, I know far more dignitaries than you......"

Wu Xiaomei closed her eyes gently. The painter lifted her up from the ground and hugged her onto the platform. Time passed little by little, and her figure appeared on the canvas, a beautiful girl with blindfolds.

He was going to give it to his friends in Europe. The man had promised him a lot of money if he painted such a work. He couldn't accept it at once, and then gradually adapted to this style of painting, but unfortunately he didn't have his favorite model, and now Wu Xiaomei's appearance has made his life look new, but for Wu Xiaomei, it is a big shadow in her life.

"You will become a glorious woman of our time, because you have made such a sacrifice to our paintings......" The painter said these sanctimonious words in his mouth, but his hand was not honestly swimming on her, Wu Xiaomei closed her eyes and held back the last tears.

"It's three paintings in total, continue tomorrow, and you'll live with me tonight. ”

Wu Xiaomei reluctantly squeezed out these words: "Okay, everything is up to your arrangement." ”

The celebrities on the street were holding small parasols, wandering in front of the roadside food stalls, eating their favorite snacks, Wu Xiaomei looked at it, licked her thirsty lips, and had not drunk water for an afternoon......