Mr. said the sugar cake is not as sweet as me

So this is how Mr. Eleven, who I admired, evaluated him?Narcissism, love to draw self-portraits!

Huh, he obviously still has so many landscape paintings and abstract paintings...

The corners of Fu Qingyang's lips curled up, and he sneered unceremoniously: "Be sad for a while and continue when there is no one else. I came to ask you, is there a way to find the Mr. Eleven you mentioned?"

Jiang Ziqing leaned lazily against the door frame, playing with a strand of black hair curled up in his fingers: "Oh, Mr. Eleven is so ingenious. Except for a well-known Eleven star buckle, few people in the circle have ever seen a real person. .If only it were so easy to find..."

He had already packed up his belongings and stuck them on.

The two chatted without saying a word, while Bai Shuyou looked at the paints and brushes that were within reach, her little hands were itchy, but she was obedient and polite and did not dare to move.

Jiang Ziqing smiled and laid out a new canvas for him: "Youyou, do you want to try it?"

It happened that he also wanted to see the level of Mr. Eleven's personal teaching.If it's okay, he will consider Fu Bingcuo's proposal.

Bai Shuyou nodded glutinously, thanked her shyly, and began to skillfully color and draft.Fu Qingyang glanced at Xiaoyouzi's amber eyes with stars shining, turned sideways and said a few words to Jiang Ziqing, and then they turned around and went out to continue the conversation.

Youyou, who stayed in the studio and immersed himself in the painting, didn't notice it, and still had a slight smile, humming soft little tunes, enjoying the happiness and relaxation that belonged to him alone.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the studio was pushed open, Xiao Youzi looked up, and saw a young woman she didn't know.

Liu Zhirui frowned, and said coldly: "Who are you? Don't you know that this is Mr. Ziqing's exclusive studio? Except for Mr. Ziqing, no one else has the right to touch the paint here!"

Bai Shuyou looked around in confusion, but didn't see her husband.

He blinked innocently: "But... Brother Beauty said, I, I can do it..."

"Heh, that's what the last person who sneaked in and trespassed illegally said." Liu Zhirui was very disdainful, even she, the head of the University of Arts, was not qualified to touch the teacher's things, what should a child do.

"I, I'm really not... illegal, illegal trespassing..." Youyou was a little bit wronged, he was a little unhappy when his drawing was interrupted, but now he was accused of being a bad person.

Little Grapefruit also has a temper, okay?

"You, you interrupt my painting, I'm painting...can you please don't talk to me...!"

Liu Zhirui's face was ugly, and she walked quickly to Bai Shuyou's side. On the easel that caught her eye was a painting of a figure. She had seen the man in the painting before.I saw it once when I peeked at Teacher Ziqing's paintings.

The color of the oil painting is gentle, the lines are clear, and the gradient of the painting layer is clear and natural. It can be seen that the artist's level is very extraordinary.

"You drew it, heh, you don't even make a draft if you lie!" Liu Zhirui looked at Bai Shuyou in disgust, and directly reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the high wooden stool.

Xiaoyouzi sat still for two or three hours, his legs felt numb and weak, and he was forcibly pulled off the bench suddenly, his legs became weak, and he couldn't stand stably, and he wobbled and fell to the ground with a squawk.

The paint tray in his hand was overturned and splashed on the brand new canvas beside him.Bai Shuyou pressed it up with her small hand, and it was so sticky that his whole small body was pressed up.

Completely became a little cat.

"You, this is the canvas specially prepared by Mr. Ziqing for me. How dare you!"

Liu Zhirui kicked the wooden stool angrily.

"Pomelo!"

Fu Qingyang and Jiang Ziqing who heard the noise in the studio rushed over.

The man pushed the door open and walked in with big strides, helped up the little pomelo that fell on the canvas, his tone was cold, but his movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting people.

"Why are you so stupid, did you fall to the wound?"

Bai Shuyou dodged back: "Well...husband, don't, don't touch Youyou...Youyou's clothes are dirty..."

Fu Qingyang frowned, stretched out his hand to unzip Youyou's white fur coat, took it off and threw it aside, and wrapped him in his big windbreaker for fear that he would catch a cold.

"Youyou, did you hit your head?"

"No, no..."

The man still held the little pomelo in his arms worriedly, and checked the swollen bag hidden in the little golden retriever himself, and he was relieved when he saw that it was not red or bleeding.

"It's fine, why are you so useless? When someone drags you, you just stand there stupidly, don't you know how to hide?"

Fu Qingyang frowned slightly, and his tone was impatient and cold. He could see clearly just now that Bai Shuyou's head was about to hit the hard corner of the easel.

"Yu, Youyou is wrong..."

With a cold snort, the man let go of Bai Shuyou, who had his small head hanging down, stood up and looked at the strange young woman coldly, with the backlog of gloom rolling in his eyes, and his voice was piercing and dangerous.

"Say, why are you pulling pomelo?"

Liu Zhirui met those dark eyes, and took a small step back in fright: "I, yes, he was the one who touched Mr. Ziqing's painting secretly, and..."

Seeing that it was his student who had a conflict with Bai Shuyou, Jiang Ziqing hurried forward to keep Liu Zhirui behind him without any trace.

"Fu Bingkuo, don't be angry, I agreed to what I discussed just now, and I will let Youyou enter the University of Arts for training with my recommended student quota."

"what?!"

Liu Zhirui's raised volume made several people feel harsh: "Teacher, didn't you say that was reserved for me as a researcher? He is a layman, why would he still steal your paintings!"

Jiang Ziqing's stunning face darkened, and she turned to look at Liu Zhirui: "Steal a painting?"

Liu Zhirui was overjoyed, she glanced at Bai Shuyou triumphantly, and deliberately turned her side to avoid her words, so that both Jiang Ziqing and Fu Qingyang in the studio could see her.

"Teacher, it's this painting. The person who painted it is obviously the same as the one in your painting. He still wants to destroy it with paint!"

Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Liu Zhirui more and more dangerously.The charm in Jiang Ziqing's phoenix eyes faded away, leaving only a coldness.In Youyou's painting is Mr. Eleven.

"So you peeked at the painting I put in the middle of the studio?"

"Teacher, I..."

"Did I ever say that except me, none of you are allowed to get close to that painting. Heh, you have touched it, Liu Zhirui, what right do you have to look at the person in the painting?"

A dark red flashed across Jiang Ziqing's eyes, and the jealousy in his heart grew wildly.It was obviously Mr. Eleven who belonged only to him, and Fu Qingyang had no choice but to read the book today. It doesn't matter that Bai Shuyou is the master's personal heir.but……

"Liu Zhirui, are you worthy?"

The woman was too scared to speak. This was not the gentle and occasionally off-line Mr. Ziqing she was familiar with, but more like a giant snake that had been spied on its territory, with distorted coldness and madness hidden in its eyes.

Liu Zhirui pointed at Bai Shuyou: "Then he touched it too!"

The little pomelo who had been named hummed twice and pursed her mouth coquettishly, twisted her head and buried her small body in her husband's arms, leaving Liu Zhirui with a milky little head.

Jiang Ziqing sneered: "This is Youyou's painting, you are the only one who is not qualified to touch it."