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"I'd better go and make sure." Qi Rui wanted to make sure the studio door was locked just to be on the safe side.

"Director Qi is in a video conference, and it won't be over in a while, I'll be fast." As if showing to Qi Rui that his speed is really fast, Qin Yichen's last sentence is faster than before. Two beats.

It's strange that Qi Rui believes in Qin Yichen, doesn't he know Qin Yichen's stamina?

Just as Qi Rui thought, Qin Yichen is a liar. Not only is his speed not fast at all, but he also added a lot of new tricks in the whole process, such as painting Qi Rui's body, such as forcing Qi Rui to paint, while he was doing that. .

Qi Rui was worried, for fear that Qi Zhengye would break into the door while the two were in the midst of a fierce battle, so he didn't care to look at the thick ink on the canvas.

When everything was calm, Qi Rui hadn't had time to feel sorry for the half-painted painting titled Family Love that he had just created, when he was amazed by the thick ink and color on the canvas that was comparable to Impressionism.

Qin Yichen's appreciation is limited, and his inner emotions are not as rich as Qi Rui's, so facing the messy picture of mother and child that has been smeared, he only feels it is a pity, and cannot appreciate other charms from it.

The intense emotional experience prompted Qi Rui's source of inspiration to erupt again. Regardless of the posture of the two still in contact with each other, Qi Rui excitedly picked up the brush and palette to add a few finishing touches to this impressionist painting.

Qi Rui's excitement and concentration ignited Qin Yichen's heart that had just calmed down again. Looking at Qi Rui's slightly sweaty nose because of his concentration, Qin Yichen couldn't restrain his impulse at all.

The flames of war spread between the two again, Qi Rui was afraid that the sudden inspiration would miss him again, so he let Qin Yichen fiddle with his body, and he just anxiously completed his work, which involuntarily aroused Qin Yichen's desire to conquer, and tried his best As much as possible, I want to make Qi Rui forget about him again.

According to Qi Zhengye's instructions, the aunt in the kitchen made some snacks and sent them to the studio. She was worried about disturbing Qi Rui's inspiration, so she knocked on the door lightly. Knocking on the door, there was a strange sound coming from the door. It sounded like someone was panting rapidly and humming. The aunt hesitated for a moment, then turned and left with a frown.

It's better for her not to pry into the master's secret.

"Why did you bring it back again? The two of them don't eat?" Qi Zhengye's video conference had long since ended, and he was reading the schedule sent to him by the secretary in the living room. When he saw his aunt came back with the untouched food, he was a little puzzled.

As if she didn't hear anything, the aunt answered Qi Zhengye with a smile: "The young master is concentrating on painting, and no one can knock on the door at this time."

Qi Zhengye understood, shook his head and sighed: "This kid just takes too much effort and seriousness in everything." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth rose, criticizing on the surface, but he was actually proud of his son's concentration.

"Eh? Isn't Yichen also in the studio? He didn't open the door for you?"

The aunt forcibly maintained the smile on her face: "He must be attracted by the young master's paintings. The young master's paintings are always full of artistic conception, and anyone will be immersed in them." To be an aunt of the Qi family, honesty is a necessary quality, But the ability to make up nonsense is also necessary.

Qi Zhengye was a little bit guilty in his heart, but he only listened to his aunt praising Qi Rui's paintings, which made him ignore this sense of disobedience.