Chapter 122 The sick and sweet junior begged me to coax him again (6)

The sunlight slid out from the gap between his fingers. Song Yan looked at the "five" in front of him and laughed silently, "This is much higher than the market price."

Zhao Ge's eyes fell on him, "You are worth this number. My younger brother thinks carefully, if you have an idea..."

She shook her cell phone at Song Yan, and said with a faint smile: "See you back."

Junjun looked at his host who had left with ease and said happily: [I bet a dime, he will definitely agree!]

Can Song Yan withstand the chain of tricks for his own host?

Zhao Ge waved his hand, his little face wrinkled slightly, "Don't mention it, I need to go back and have a good meal now to reward myself."

The car just now was so excited that she was still a little dizzy.

Isn’t this because Song Yan was afraid that he would run away quickly?

After Song Yan returned to the dormitory in the evening, he turned on the computer and entered the school post bar, flexibly typing on the keyboard with both hands.

His hands slowly rubbed against his chin, his eyes staring at the contents on the poster, and then he continued to look.

After a while, he picked up the business card on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that he is not a human trafficker."

Song Yan leaned back and added the other party’s WeChat as the phone number on the business card.

In less than a minute, the phone jingled and the friend passed the verification.

Looking at the chat box, he hesitated for a moment, and then typed a few words.

"Senior sister, I've considered it."

Immediately afterwards, I sent an address to him and asked him when he would have time.

Song Yan was also very happy. After some communication between the two, they finally made an appointment tomorrow afternoon.

After the cooperation was negotiated, he turned off his cell phone, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

The next day, Song Yan followed the address given by Zhaoge and found the studio.

This is in a quiet alley, with most of them selling calligraphy and paintings around them. When you step in, you feel like you are entering the door of art, and you are much more relaxed.

Song Yan pushed the door open and the girl at the front desk stepped forward and said, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"Xiao Wu, this is Zhao Ge's friend, just let him come up."

The little girl responded lively: "Okay, Sister Huan."

Yu Shuhuan walked down the stairs and greeted Song Yan, "Zhaoge is in the studio, I'll take you there."

Song Yan nodded and said, "Thank you."

The space upstairs is very large, with several rooms. Song Yan followed Yu Shuhuan to the door of the innermost room.

"Dongdong" sounded softly, and Yu Shuhuan said to Men Long: "Zhaoge, your friend is here."

"Come."

Slight footsteps sounded, and when Zhaoge pushed open the door, Song Yan was the only one left outside the door.

She pointed to the sofa behind Song Yan and discussed, "Song Yan, you can sit on the sofa first. It will take some time for me to finish it. If you are bored, there are some books over there that can pass the time."

Song Yan's eyes fell in the room behind Zhaoge. There were several paintings of all sizes in the empty room, with an easel in the middle, and a picture of flames halfway through it.

"It's okay, you're busy, I'm waiting for you here."

When Zhaoge heard Song Yan's agreement, he breathed a sigh of relief. Because there was paint on his hand, she pointed to the place where the water was poured, and then returned to the studio.

Song Yan walked towards the sofa with his long legs, his eyes falling on the neatly stacked picture albums.

However, what interested him more were the various comics next to the album.

Her stuff is really rich.

Song Yan picked up the comic and flipped through a few pages. As time passed by, sleepiness gradually came.

When Zhaoge came out, I saw such a scene.

The comic book was scattered on his legs, and Song Yan supported his elbows on his head, leaning slightly on the sofa and fell asleep.

His face was relaxed when he fell asleep, and he looked a little more firework than usual.

Zhaoge leaned against the door and stared at his sleeping face for a while, then turned around gently and moved the drawing boards and paints from the studio to the living room.

She visually measured about the distance, pulled up the floor-to-ceiling window a little, then stood the painting board directly in front of Song Yan, and the brush in her hand was flexibly rotating between her fingers.

Not to mention, the original talent that collides with Song Yan, which really provides her with a constant source of inspiration.

He didn't have to deliberately put on any shape, this face was already a show of skills from God.

Just such a casual and lazy sleeping position is enough for Zhaoge.

Zhaoge sat in the backlight, washed several brushes in the middle, and started the next round of coloring.

No one disturbed me, and the two breaths seemed particularly harmonious in this space.

Zhaoge rubbed his slightly sore wrists and stood up to Song Yan.

She turned on her phone, leaned over Song Yan, took some recent photos of him, and left them for later repair paintings to be used as a reference.

The long hair on her chest fell on Song Yan's arm along her movements, a little itchy.

Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, and Zhaoge saw him slowly opening his eyes through his cell phone.

Her eyes moved away from her phone and looked at Song Yan outside the camera.

Zhaoge's body felt a faint smell of perfume, and the coldness was clear.

Surprisingly, he didn't hate it, but instead felt it matched her temperament.

This distance seemed to be like raising a hand and embracing the woman in front of her.

Song Yan's breathing was slightly deeper and he didn't dare to move.

Seeing that he woke up, Zhao Ge coughed lightly and got up, rubbed his nose awkwardly and said, "You're awake."

He seemed to have not woken up yet, and even his voice was filled with a hint of low fatigue and laziness, "Senior sister is...?"

Zhao Ge rarely showed a little embarrassed smile on her face, and she said:

"Your sleeping position was very suitable for painting just now, so I simply drew a picture without waking you up. I had to add some details later and took some recent photos. You... don't mind, right?"

The boy answered quickly, simply and sincerely, "Of course I don't mind."

Zhaoge sat back in front of the painting board and greeted him, "Do you want to come and have a look?"

"good."

Zhaoge compared Song Yan's sleeping face on his phone, and the paintbrush in his hand swept slightly to Song Yan's face.

The writing is casual, but it is also the finishing touch.

Song Yan slowly walked behind Zhaoge, leaned slightly, and saw the portrait more clearly.

When he saw himself on the drawing paper, his eyes paused slightly.

The boy in the picture sleeps calmly, like a young tiger guarding his territory, ready to go. The colors added around him ease this sense of attack well, adding a little bit of the boy's vitality.

Song Yan even felt that Zhaoge was not painting the skin, but painting the heart.

What will happen if she realizes that she has another side?

He couldn't help but feel curious, and his eyes turned to Zhaoge unconsciously.

Zhao Ge seemed to have never heard of this. When it comes to areas where he is good at, the voices of her and Song Yan's explanation were a little low, which sounded convincing.

"What do you think?"

She turned her head inadvertently and rubbed her nose against Song Yan's collar.
Chapter completed!