[Boss, it’s a big deal! Someone wants to ask you to paint a painting. The price is arbitrary, but it must have the meaning of longevity and health. If you don’t kill it now, wait until later. Boss, I’ll ask him for 200 million! 】
"..." Ouyan didn't expect that his men were even darker than her, "When do you want them?"
"tomorrow."
"Okay." Ou Yan was trying to practice writing recently. Since an order came to his door, "Just one hundred million."
"One hundred million...Boss, are you not short of money recently? With your level, two hundred million is not a problem. Otherwise, if you want him to have two hundred million, you can give me the remaining one hundred million...
..."
"Dahei." Ouyan suddenly said earnestly and earnestly, "You must have a conscience."
"..." The boss actually talked about conscience with him? Does the boss have such a thing as conscience?
After ending the call, Ouyan asked him to send the drawing paper to Si Yechen's villa. She only used one kind of paper for drawing, which was not available on the market.
"Boss...you don't study hard, you've fallen." Dahei didn't expect that the relationship between the boss and Si Yechen would develop to the point of living together, and suddenly he felt as if his cabbage was being eaten by a pig.
.....
Half an hour later.
Ouyan got the drawing paper and was about to enter the villa. Dahei hesitated and finally couldn't help but said, "Well, boss..."
"Huh? Is there anything else?"
"I saw a saying on the Internet that men like to conquer and challenge. The less they can get, the more interested they will be."
"..." Ouyan heard what he meant, "I want you to teach me?"
"Yes, yes..." Dahei didn't expect that the boss's aura was still so strong, and he was immediately frightened.
Isn't he just afraid that the boss will lose his virginity...
Hey, it’s not easy to be a subordinate these days...
In the study room.
Ou Yan spread out a long piece of drawing paper and painted the white paper with her brush. This was the first time Si Yechen watched her draw.
Her hair is simply tied up, and her whole body is as elegant as a chrysanthemum. The pen and ink are smudged on the white paper, which is eloquent and majestic.
Si Yechen never knew that the little girl could draw and draw so well...
Could it be that she also has an identity as a painter?
In just two hours, Ou Yan had already completed a painting.
Si Yechen hugged her from behind, admiring her stunning masterpiece, and was suddenly deeply impressed by her style and vision.
How high does this girl have to be to complete such a work?
"Draw me a picture when you have time?" Si Yechen kissed the side of her face gently and observed her reaction.
Ou Yan laughed and said, "My paintings are not cheap."
"It's okay, I can afford it."
Don't talk about money, give me everything you want, including your life.
"Then what do you want to draw?" Ouyan asked.
"Just us."
Their intimate shadows are printed on the floor-to-ceiling windows next to them.
"Is this okay?" Si Yechen gestured to the figure on the floor-to-ceiling window.
"OK."
Ou Yan took out extra drawing paper and drew a picture of Si Yechen holding her from behind while she was painting.
The two characters are lifelike and their expressions are well captured. Even the 100 million works painted by Ou Yan were once again drawn by her and floated on the paper.
Si Yechen didn't expect that the little girl's painting skills were better than he imagined, "Drawing since elementary school?"
"Yeah." Ouyan didn't hide it, "It was also taught by one of the grandpas."