President, please spoil me!

It was true that Xing Hua waited until after his usual working hours, then got up from the bed, hurriedly washed, changed clothes, put on some light makeup, and then picked up the large handbag she had prepared last night The bag is ready to go.

Tong Ma stopped her, "Madam, where are you going?"

"Mother Tong, I just want to tell you that I have something to go out, and I don't think I'll be back until evening. I won't be back for lunch or dinner. Don't prepare for me, let alone wait for me."

"You've been out all day, what are you doing out there?"

"I... looking for a job."

Mother Tong looked embarrassed, "Mr. will be upset if you come back at night again."

Xing Hua replied in a muffled voice, "He may not be very happy when he comes back during the day, anyway, he won't be happy when he sees me, I don't care."

"..."

Tong Ma couldn't persuade her, so she could only say, "Then you should have some breakfast first, I'll save it for you."

"No, I'm in a hurry."

"Then take a piece of toast and milk and eat it on the way."

While talking, Tong Ma hurried to the restaurant, and within a few minutes, she took the wrapped toast, milk, water, paper towels, and wet wipes and handed them all to her, "In the car Just eat, if you don’t eat in the morning, it’s bad for your stomach.”

Xing Hua couldn't live up to Mama Tong's wishes, so she took them all over, "I know, goodbye Mama Tong."

"Be careful outside."

"Know it."

Tong's mother looked at her leaving back, thought for a while, and went to the sofa and used the landline to call Huo Sicheng, "Sir, Madam went out early in the morning and said she would not be back for lunch or dinner. eat……"

After ten seconds of silence, the man said flatly, "What else did she say?"

"Say she... is looking for a job."

"Anything she wants."

Tong Ma wanted to sigh, but she held back, "Yes sir, I understand."

…………

The weather in early autumn was cool and warm. After finishing her things under the huge camphor tree she had spotted last night, Xing Wei sat down in a decent manner, touching here and looking there nervously. .

Originally, Xing Xing was going to help her, but she had class in the morning, so Xing Hua drove her to class.

A backlight of a figure fell on her body.

Xing Hua was overjoyed, and raised her head happily and awkwardly, "Hello..."

A handsome face with a slight smile came into her eyes. The man was slender and casually dressed, with one hand in the pocket of his slacks, and the curvature of his jaw outlined a casual look.

She put away her smile, "Why are you?"

Yu Xibai smiled, and asked without answering, "How do you sell your paintings?"

Xing Hua remained silent.

He didn't care, and just said in a long tone, "Miss, is this how you do business?"

She turned her face, "If you don't sell it to you, why are you haunted."

Yu Xibai glanced at her things, sat down opposite her leisurely, and asked casually, "Oil paintings should be more expensive, don't you paint?"

She didn't see much oil painting equipment among her things.

Xing Wei pursed her lips, "Oil paints, pens and canvas are too expensive, and I don't know how my oil paintings are, so I won't paint that for now."

She feels that she should be able to, but after all, she has never painted, and if she spends thousands of dollars to buy some, it turns out that she doesn't know much at all or the paintings are very ordinary, she will feel sorry for her money.

"Then what do you draw?"

"For the time being... sketches and colored pencils."

Yu Xibai smiled, "How much?"

"One hundred sketches, three hundred colored pencils."

Three hundred was the price set by Xing Xing, and she insisted that her level was definitely worth the price.

Yu Xibai took out the wallet from his body, took out a hundred yuan RMB, handed it to her, and said with a smile, "Half-length sketch portrait."

Xing Hua turned her face again, "I told you I won't sell it to you."

Yu Xibai still maintained the posture of handing over the money, smiling harmlessly, "You are sitting while you are sitting, painting others is painting, but painting me is not painting? Besides, sitting here, I might be able to replace you It attracts a lot of business."

She looked at him, a little shaken, but still vigilant.

His peach-blossom eyes were born with sparkle and bewilderment, and his expression seemed to always be smiling, "The sky is bright and the sun is bright, people come and go, what can I do to you?"

Xing Hua hesitated.

His hand was just stretched out like this, as if he wouldn't take it back if she didn't answer it, but his expression was relaxed and relaxed.

In the end, she reached out to take it and coughed dryly, "Well... If you are not satisfied, I won't refund the money."

"It's time to start."

Although Xing Hua is currently very poor, the painting utensils she buys are all high-quality ones. Although they are not the most expensive, they are not cheap either.

On weekdays and school days, there are not as many people during the day as at night, but there are also a lot of passers-by. As long as they sit by the side, it is no exaggeration to say that the return rate is as high as 80.00%.

The other 20.00% are all stopped to watch.

Because men are too handsome, and women are really beautiful, it's important to be pleasing to the eye.

Xing Hua was still wearing a white shirt - no way, it's not that she likes it, there are the most white shirts in the cloakroom, there are all kinds of styles, but most of them have no style.

She rummaged through the trousers for a long time before finding a pair of nine-point light-colored ripped jeans, which were finally not so plain and rigid.

There are many passers-by and more and more onlookers, but the woman holding the paintbrush is getting more and more absorbed in it.

Xing Hua was originally a classic beauty, fair and calm, the so-called picturesque eyebrows could not be more suitable to describe her, once her temperament calmed down, she would be like a beauty who came out of an ancient painting, clean and cold to pure.

He remembered who said that painting was the only thing Xing Hua loved besides Huo Sicheng.

Passers-by are watching them.

Because Xing Hua painted him, she had to look up at him from time to time.

As for Yu Xibai, he was looking at her from the beginning to the end, his eyes hardly moved.

Xing Hua's speed could actually be faster, but it was the "first painting" after all, so she slowed down and strived for perfection in all aspects. After nearly two hours of painting, she finally finished it.

After finishing the drawing, she handed the finished product to him, "Here, take a look, is there anything that needs to be revised."

Only then did Yu Xibai move slowly, and stretched lazily like a sore back, Xing Hua remembered that he hadn't moved much just now, so he said, "You didn't even move just now. How could it affect me?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, took the painting and smiled lowly, "You didn't tell me earlier, it made me feel uncomfortable for a long time."

"..."

Xing Hua originally thought that he bought her paintings just as a way for playboys to seduce women, but now he looked down at the paintings with serious eyes and expressions, and he didn't show a frivolous attitude towards her paintings. Still can't bring up the antipathy she imagined.