Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

——I really want to draw it.

Ye Kong was thinking this while looking at the scene in front of him. The man over there had already turned his head to look at him.

"Don't you want to paint?"

He raised his chin towards Ye Kong's back and said, "The scenery in that direction should be suitable for painting, right?"

Ye Kong withdrew his gaze somewhat slowly and turned to look behind him.

It is also a square gap without windows.

Unlike the other side where you can only see large areas of wild grass, what you can see here is the ruins of the entire factory.

The jagged, dilapidated buildings with dense pipes stretch to the end of the sight - like a microcosm of the entire industrial age.

“Yuzhou used to be a heavy industrial city, but there are few traces of it now.”

Wen Can stood up and walked over here, looking at the ruins in the distance and said: "This place will be flattened and rebuilt soon. If you want to paint, seize the opportunity."

His back standing in the gloomy factory was outlined by the skylight, making him look tall and slender, and his two legs standing on the ground seemed even longer than expected.

The most ordinary belt highlights his narrow and strong waistline, and above him is his tall and straight back wrapped in a shirt, and his broad and straight shoulders.

The stray cat followed his footsteps, stumbled and bumped into his trouser leg, making a soft meow.

Wen Can glanced down and took a half step back with a cold expression.

It was clearly just a very casual and ordinary posture, but the slightly curved shoulder and back lines in the light and shadow had an inexplicable and terrifying attraction.

Ye Kong looked at her in silence, and when Wen Can turned back to look at her, he suddenly said, "I want to draw you."

Wen Can: ...

He was silent for two seconds: "So sudden?"

"Painters' inspiration always comes suddenly. Please help me."

"…I have never been a model before, what should I do?"

"It's up to you, you can stand, sit or squat. As long as you are within my sight."

“…How long will it take?”

"It's hard to say. If it's fast, it'll take half an hour, if it's slow, it'll take three hours."

"..."

……

She said that the pose was casual, but when the driver brought up the painting supplies and really started to paint, Ye Kong still used her authority to command - she asked Wen Can to lean against the wall.

Wen Can: ...

I have never been punished like this in my life.

Master Wen, wearing his unbranded custom-made shirt, leaned against a wall covered in dust and cobwebs, his entire body numb.

But Ye Kong painted very seriously.

Every time she looked up, her eyes were extremely focused.

She was so focused that the world seemed to shrink and disappear, until only the person she was staring at was left.

Under such gazes, Wen Can gradually became unnatural from being numb.

When Ye Kong looked over again, he tilted his head unconsciously, then lowered his head, looking at the cat still circling at his feet, trying to distract his attention.

Silence spreads.

The wind blowing from the ruins passed through the dilapidated passage with gaps, bringing with it the rustling sound of drawing paper, and rushed towards the endless highway in the distance.

·

By the time it was over, Wen Can's neck was almost stiff.

Ye Kong, however, remained where he was, admiring the painting he had just completed.

Wen Can looked at it curiously, walked over holding the neck, but was stunned after just one look.

It's obviously just a sketch, but it's so complex and three-dimensional beyond imagination.

Whether it is the infinitely expanding wasteland in the background or the man leaning against the wall above the wasteland, both exude a cold and wild apocalyptic atmosphere.

"Your..." Wen Can paused before saying, "The level of your painting is really unexpected."

He is not an expert in drawing, but he runs Starfly Games, a leading company in the industry, so he has some knowledge of character design.

Based on his "shallow" knowledge alone, Ye Kong's level is already high enough to be the chief designer in Xingfei's art department.

Thinking of this, Wen Can's eyes suddenly moved.

It was not until the two of them started to walk down that he asked casually, "Do you have any plans for your future career?"

"No, I do whatever I want."

"So do you want to come to Starflight?"

"..." Ye Kong paused, as if a new idea had suddenly come to her mind. She rolled her eyes and said, "Joining is impossible, but cooperation is possible."

"Ok?"

"When my reputation becomes more famous..." Ye Kong walked past Wen Can who had stopped walking and smiled at him, "Your company will take the initiative to come to me for cooperation, not in your own name, but in the name of Xingfei."

The girl walked downstairs briskly, carrying her painting supplies on her back. Wen Can followed her slowly with his long legs, but not at all slow.

·

The driver had placed the wheelchair at the bottom of the stairs in advance. When Wen Can sat on it, he turned into a gloomy and disabled young master again.

Before leaving, the stray cat also followed.

Ye Kong looked down and couldn't help but ask, "You are really popular with small animals. Do you want to raise one?"

"No." Wen Can refused calmly, "I can't keep a pet."

"why?"

"No reason, I just don't like it."

As he spoke, he pushed his wheelchair out.

The cat chased the man all the way to the corner of the building before stopping. It looked at the man from afar and saw that he showed no intention of looking back. Then it meowed loudly and turned around and ran back into the huge and desolate ruins.

Walking out of the winding factory area, Ye Kong discovered that there were suddenly several more cars on the roadside where there was only one Maybach parked.

They are all black, but with different logos and license plates.

They are all off-brand cars.

There were several bodyguards in black suits leaning against the bottom of the car. When they saw the two men coming out, they immediately stood up straight and bowed slightly to them respectfully.

Seeing this, Ye Kong swallowed back the question he was about to ask: "Is someone causing trouble?"

As expected, Wen Can didn't show any surprise at all, and just said calmly: "Let's change cars."

He didn't explain much, and Ye Kong didn't ask.

Just before leaving, staring at the abandoned factory building outside the window, Ye Kong suddenly remembered and asked: "You said before that this place will be razed and rebuilt? Is Wen's planning to build an electronics park here?"

Wen Can smiled and shook his head: "This place was sold to the Xu family. They want to build a food processing factory here, and it will probably develop into a park in the future, but it has nothing to do with my mother's idea."

As the car started to move, Ye Kong asked, "I've never asked before, what's your mother's name?"

Several cars are driving in the same direction on the same road at different speeds.

The black Volkswagen they were sitting on was the most inconspicuous among the crowd.

There was silence in the car for a long time before Wen Can answered her question.

"My mother's last name is Chi."

"Her name is Chi Wandao."

Ye Kong was stunned for a moment: "It's a very special name. It doesn't sound like a modern person, but more like a chivalrous woman wandering the world."

"When she was given this name, my grandfather was obsessed with martial arts novels. My grandmother said that this name carries a murderous aura, which is not good, but my grandfather said that it is not murderous, but sharp, which is suitable for girls."

Wen Can looked out the window and said slowly, "He hopes that my mother will never be bullied."

The Maybach they had driven on the way here happened to pass by their car and sped away.

After turning a corner, a road that winds like a snake comes into view.

At the same time, coming from the opposite direction, there were four or five black cars of the same model.

They drove towards the speeding Maybach, and then, amid the sound of brakes, several cars skidded and stopped sideways. Finally, a fiery red sports car aggressively crossed the road that the convoy had deliberately set aside, and stopped at the nearest point with a murderous look on its face.

呲——

The wheels made a sharp scream as they rubbed against the ground.

The Maybach was forced to brake suddenly.

The Volkswagen that Ye Kong and his companions were sitting in, along with other different cars, "had to" stop one after another.

The empty highway fell into complete silence until people got out of the vehicles blocking the road one after another.

They were dressed in different clothes, holding baseball bats, and surrounded the Maybach.