Our president is stupid and rich

Finally, the time I decided with the art teacher is from 02:30 noon to [-]:[-] every day, and from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening.

Before the teacher came the next day, Sheng Changan seemed very nervous. Fang Zhiyi held his hand to comfort him: "We signed a confidentiality agreement before, and we hired a professor from the Academy of Fine Arts. The teacher is very nice, and nothing will happen. of."

Sheng Changan nodded, but his palms still couldn't help sweating.

Finally, when the minute hand of the clock on the wall slid to one, there was a knock on the door.

Fang Zhiyi patted the back of Sheng Changan's hand reassuringly, stood up and opened the door.

A man came in who looked about 30 years old.Fang Zhiyi took him to the living room and introduced to Sheng Chang'an: "This is Teacher Yang. During this time..."

Then Sheng Changan's eyes widened slightly.

Teacher Yang also seemed a little surprised, and stretched out his hand to Sheng Changan who was sitting on the sofa: "Changan."

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment: "Do you know each other?"

Teacher Yang glanced at Sheng Changan hesitantly, and explained to Fang Zhiyi: "I used to be his art teacher for a while when I was still in college. But because of some reasons, I didn't continue to teach."

Sheng Changan stood up, and the two shook hands: "Teacher Yang."

Fang Zhiyi said with a smile: "No wonder I always feel that Chang'an has some understanding of art."

Sheng Changan didn't seem to want to talk about this topic very much, he said hastily: "Then let's go upstairs and have a look?"

"Okay." Yang Yue nodded, "We don't have much time, so we won't talk too much about it."

After arriving upstairs, Yang Yue explained some basic sketching and color knowledge to the two of them, and taught them some postures, lines and structures of holding a pen.Sheng Changan had learned all these before, but he still listened carefully.

By the end of the course, it was time for Sheng Changan to go to the company.

Sheng Chang'an didn't seem to want Fang Zhiyi to go out with him, his eyes fluttered a little: "You stay here and read the script, I'll send the teacher down."

Although Fang Zhiyi was not at ease, he also felt that he seemed to want to talk to Yang Yue alone, so he agreed.

When the two stood side by side in the elevator, Sheng Changan said in a low voice: "If he asks you about my past, I hope you can keep it as secret as possible."

Yang Yue nodded and said, "I'm taking the liberty to ask... is that your lover?"

Sheng Changan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Yang Yue said carefully: "Then what happened to you before..."

"He doesn't know yet." At this moment, the elevator reached the first floor, and the two walked out: "I plan...to tell him in a while."

When the two walked out of the apartment building, Yang Yue suddenly said, "If possible, I think it's better for you to tell him earlier."

Sheng Changan said in a muffled voice, "I know."

Yang Yue sighed: "That's not your fault... You are too harsh on yourself. It's okay, I will help you hide those things."

Sheng Chang'an thanked him and left, Yang Yue shook his head, turned around and got into his car.

After class was over in the evening, Fang Zhiyi said, "I'll take you down."

Yang Yue glanced at Sheng Changan, and Sheng Changan nodded.So he smiled and said, "That's troublesome."

When the two walked downstairs, Fang Zhiyi said hesitantly, "I know it's not a good behavior to ask someone about his past, but I still want to know more about his past." He looked To Yang Yue, "Excuse me... can you tell me something about... what you know about his past experiences?"

Yang Yue bowed his head and thought for a while: "I don't want to talk about some things. I was invited to be a tutor at the beginning. He is actually very talented in painting. Later, because he was busy with his studies, he didn't continue to learn." He He hesitated for a moment: "In fact, Mr. Sheng is a very good person. You should be in a relationship now, right?"

Fang Zhiyi touched his ears and said "hmm".

Yang Yue hesitated for a while: "Don't leave him because of other people's reasons."

"No." Fang Zhiyi replied without hesitation this time, "No matter what the reason... I will not take the initiative to leave him."

Yang Yue smiled, turned and left.

After Fang Zhiyi returned to the apartment, Sheng Changan was still sitting in the living room.

He walked over: "Why didn't you take a shower?"

Sheng Changan responded vaguely, and then seemingly casually mentioned: "What did you guys talk about?"

"He told me that you had studied painting before, and you were very talented, but you gave up because of your busy schedule." Fang Zhiyi sat next to him, "After that... if the teacher is not around, can you teach me?"

Sheng Changan's heart ached when he heard the first sentence, and then he blushed a little when he heard the last sentence: "It's... more than ten years ago, and I don't even remember it now."

"That's better than me." Fang Zhiyi leaned towards him again: "You have the right to be a group of good students and poor students in the class?"

Sheng Changan couldn't help laughing: "There are only two of us in this class."

"So you have no choice but to help me." Fang Zhiyi hit the snake with a stick, "Can you help me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Sheng Changan's worry just now was shattered by his gag: "Help you."

Fang Zhiyi stood up from the sofa: "Okay, then I'll make another contract for you to sign..."

Sheng Changan grabbed his clothes: "Sign some contract, don't make trouble."

"Written in black and white so that you don't let your debt go." Fang Zhiyi was about to get a pen and paper: "What if you don't recognize me in the future?"

Sheng Changan was a little amused: "How could you deny this?"

"What if." Fang Zhiyi put on a pitiful look again, "When the time comes, you turn your face and run away. I'll find someone to cry with."

Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Sheng Changan quickly stopped: "Okay, it's time to take a shower and get ready to rest."

Fang Zhiyi didn't go any further and continued, "Okay, you go first, I'll clean up the room."

After Sheng Changan went into the bathroom with his pajamas, Fang Zhiyi tidied up the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and fell into deep thought——

Sheng Changan's previous experience was definitely not as simple as what Yang Yue said.What has he experienced before?If I rashly investigate his past and let him know, it will definitely hurt the relationship between the two of them.Fang Zhiyi sighed: It would be great if Sheng Changan would really open up his heart to him, or let him see the psychiatrist.