Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 302 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellious Period 6
Afterwards, Ji Ning'an watched him undergo amazing changes in just a few seconds!
It turned from a green pot to pink gradually!
Like a boiling kettle.

...Awesome.

This manager Hu is the number one brother in the live broadcast room of Guoweijiang.

Even if the big account has been hacked by Ji Ning'an, and she still persists in sending messages to her on the small account, it is difficult for this kind of person to live so long.

Ji Ning'an slid past without any disturbance, put down her phone, thought for a while, set up the easel, picked up the paintbrush with her white fingers, and began to practice sketching alone.

The time for painting is long, and it passes without knowing it.

She looked at the gradually formed outline above, and was slightly startled.

It was a profile sketch of a man.

He is by the window of the wooden cafe, with a cup of steaming coffee on the table. The pure black windbreaker is flat, revealing the white shirt collar. His silhouette is calm and flamboyant. A few lines outline the maturity and restraint of an adult man. .

Like the charm of a thousand-year-old painting.

She originally... wanted to draw a cat.

Just draw it, it looks pretty good.

Ji Ning'an squeezed her wrist, looking at her painting.

I always feel like something is missing, but I just can't tell.

"Boom, boom."

The knock on the door made her heart beat faster, but she pretended she didn't hear it.

The knock on the door was still ringing, she was persistent, she got up and stepped on the slippers, the corners of her lips curled up in an imperceptible arc, and went to open the door, the mother who was stuck in her throat hadn't screamed yet, the purpose of entering was Father Ji's smile face, she lowered her eyelashes.

"dad."

"Have a glass of milk, your mother is that kind of person, just wait for her to figure it out."

Father Ji handed her the milk, with a proud expression on his face: "Who said my girl's little skirt is not good-looking, if I were a girl, I would love to wear it too!"

Ji Ning'an burst out laughing, took the milk with both hands, and held it in her palms, her jet-black hair was messily scattered around her fair ear bones, and her cheeks still had some white and tender baby fat.

"Thank you dad."

"Go to bed early, it's not good to stay up late. If you have anything to do in Peking University, come to the Physics Department to find Dad."

The night is sinking, a five-star hotel.

Manager Hu sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, wearing a suit that couldn't hide the greasy belly. He looked at the phone for a long time and there was no reply, so he let out a bah.

"You ungrateful animal!"

"Mingda, what are you looking at?" The woman walked over swayingly, with a cold appearance and sexy clothes, she was clinging to the middle-aged man intimately, her voice was fierce.

This is really not an honorable thing, Hu Mingda put the mobile phone upside down on the table, wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, and said dishonestly, "You are still sensible."

Jam suppressed the nausea and snuggled into his arms.

"We have a PK event offline, I don't want to lose to Qiao Mu Ningning, Mingda, you have to help me."

"Don't worry, I'm not willing to let you lose."

Hearing that name, Manager Hu's eyes darkened. Looking at the woman's delicately made-up face, another clean and youthful face appeared in his mind, and he felt a little regretful.

But since he has the opportunity to meet, he is not in a hurry, can't he win a little girl?
Fruity Sauce looked down at the mobile phone on the coffee table, and her red lips curled into a sneer.

Manager Hu's cell phone rang at an inappropriate time, and he got angry and connected the phone: "Who is it?!"

I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone, but his face changed quickly. He nodded and bowed his head: "Okay... I'll be there right away, don't worry!"

Fruity Sauce had a panoramic view, a little surprised, he is the boss of the company, what is the origin of the caller?
"I can't accompany you tonight. I have to receive a very important client." Manager Hu picked up his clothes.

"Okay, let's think about others." Guoweijiang said reluctantly.

Manager Hu hurried to Sitai Senior Club...

Box 1109 in Sitai, the light is low, the music is loud, on the pool table, a man in a suit and leather shoes is holding a pool cue, his shoulders are smooth, his profile is handsome and extravagant, the phone rang amidst the music, he looked down , connected, and opened the mouth casually.

"Professor Shi Da, are you satisfied with the person I introduced to you today? Is he particularly professional? You may like it."

"Don't introduce such messy people here again."

Bo Bing's voice came from the other side of the phone, revealing the coldness of winter, making people wake up instantly from the low and noisy scene.

"It's not enough, is it? Are you being too picky? That's enough for a professor assistant!"

"What do you say?"

Zheng Xingzhou straightened up: "Tsk. Come to Sitai for a drink?"

"Long-term drinking will lead to alcoholic fatty liver, and then develop into cirrhosis and even liver cancer. Alcohol can reach the brain within 30 seconds after entering the human body, affecting the brain and nervous system—"

The unhurried voice seems to contain rhythm, which is very pleasant.

If he wasn't talking about such things that make people fuck like dogs.

"Shi Jingnian, you deserve it because you're still single at 28, you're going to drive any woman crazy!"

Zheng Xingzhou couldn't take it anymore and hung up the phone.

"Boss Zheng, the people from the company over there are here." The assistant whispered.

Zheng Xingzhou lit a cigarette, disapproving: "Let them wait a little longer, if they can't wait, get out."

The cold white light poured down, illuminating the minimally decorated living room. The classic design of black, white and gray is cold and unsmooth.

Shi Jingnian doesn't like to socialize, and has never had anyone in his family.

On weekdays, the assistant was always in touch with me during the work schedule. Two days ago, the assistant had an accident and needed to go back to his hometown, so a new assistant was recruited.

Not far away, the white Samoyed rushed towards the man in a foolish way.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

The Samoyed kept rubbing against the man's feet, the snow-white fluff was soft and thick, like soft snowflakes, the almond-like black eyes, the corners of the mouth turned up, smiling like an angel, stood up with its front paws and pulled at the hem of Shi Jingnian's clothes Hugs please, big squishy dog.

Shi Jingnian's back was always straight and meticulous, and he pinched its paws.

After hanging up the phone, he put the black old-fashioned phone aside, took off his windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, washed his hands and walked into the studio.

Samoyed also seemed to know that he could not disturb the master at this time, and did not follow up.

The studio is very large, cold and simple, with paintings on the walls, forming an artistic space, far away from the prosperous night, and extraordinarily quiet.

There is an easel in the center. On the easel is an unfinished oil painting. The colors are different from the strict and rigid appearance of the owner. They are extravagant and bold, as if a storm is brewing in the quiet deep sea. The collision of cold ice and flames is an extremely stunning visual feast!
This is just a semi-finished product.

Shi Jingnian stood in front of the easel and looked at it for a while, and finally sat down in front of the easel.

But he did not choose to complete this semi-finished product, but changed the drawing paper.

The slender fingers casually turned the pencil used for sketching, flipped it between the fingers, turned it around several times beautifully, and did not move the pen for a long time.

The hour hand of the clock is ticking, pointing to ten o'clock, which is Shi Jingnian's usual work and rest time, and he starts to write.

The studio was so quiet that only the rustling of brushes was left, and the outlines of the lines gradually surfaced.

(End of this chapter)