MTL - Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil-Chapter 19 2.8

Du Fulang is just a series of data compiled by the Lord God. He is not like himself. He is an immortal soul. How can he follow it? Man, smoking a cigarette is normal, and similar small movements are normal.

Zhou Yunqi persuaded himself, and his heart was hard to say.

However, not long after, he did not have time to entangle other things, Fu Xuan called him, repeatedly urged him to hand over the works of the oil painting awards as soon as possible, with a tone of eagerness to cover up.

Fu Xuan is a man of the oil painting department, and the background is very strong. His father is the president of the C National Calligraphy and Painting Association. His mother is an internationally renowned oil painter. He is good at landscape painting. Her masterpiece "Mai Lang" once sold a price of 7.5 million at the Jiadeli auction house. Fu Xuan inherits the good genes of his parents from an early age. At the age of six, he held his own personal exhibition. In painting, the starting point is higher than anyone.

But the example of injury Zhongyong is not uncommon. Unfortunately, Fu Xuan is one of the most typical ones. As a result of his premature success, he began to be self-sufficient, coupled with the swarming of the followers, so that he gradually lost his initiative, not only do not honed his painting skills, but indulged in eating, drinking and playing.

Painting skills need to be polished. Without long-term brush, inspiration and skill will be exhausted as time goes by. When Fu Xuan found himself standing in front of the drawing board and couldn't draw even a horizontal line, he finally panicked.

But his response was not to force himself to pick up the brush, but to hire a gunman. However, he will let others do the work for the homework or the entries that the instructor has arranged. There are many students in the oil painting department who are talented and family-poor. Fu Xuan finds the most reliable mouth, one pays for one, and the hatchback is cheap. He even told him to be a good student and he became the best student in the eyes of the mentor. One.

But this time the international oil painting award is held once every five years and is one of the most important events in the art world. Fu Xuan’s gunman also got a quota, and he wanted to take this opportunity to become famous. He naturally refused him. Fu Xuan couldn't, but when he thought about it, he hit his mind on Wei Xi's head.

Wei Xi's character is occluded, he is low-key, and has few contacts with his classmates. Fu Xuan naturally does not know his family background. He is also an orphan who died of his parents, so he originally copied his paintings. The painting is a venting work after Wei Xie was abandoned by the Ning family. He poured all his unwillingness, pain, desire, sadness, broke his usual stable style, and perfected the classicism and abstraction. The fusion of them is very amazing.

With this masterpiece, Wei Xiyi had the opportunity to become one of the best oil painters in the world. However, Fu Xuan’s stealing of his results was not counted, but he also brought him to court for infringement.

Wei Xi, who was driven out of the Ning family, naturally did not have the power to fight back. He had to reach an out-of-court settlement with Fu Xuan and promised to withdraw from the oil painting industry forever. Can no longer pick up the beloved brush, Wei Xi's pain can be imagined, so he lost the courage to live.

Now Zhou Yunyi is studying, painting is in the studio of Ning Zhai, not with the teachers and brothers, Fu Xuan is also difficult to plagiarize. Seeing that the time limit for the submission of the work was getting closer and closer, he finally got anxious. He even made several phone calls and lied to Zhou Yunyi that the tutor had let him accept the works of the younger brothers.

Zhou Yunyi promised to be good here, and the smack of the phone was faint.

He carefully looked at the work on the easel and modified several unsatisfactory places. When the paint dried up, he took it to Ningsian's study.

Today is the weekend, Nings is working at home. He carefully examined the thick documents and looked at the monitoring every ten minutes. He found that the teenager was standing in front of the drawing board as usual, and he felt very stable. The teenager will not go anywhere, he will always stand in the same place waiting for himself.

The thought came so suddenly, but it made him feel more happy.

When he returned to the gods, there was no one in the studio, and the familiar anxiety felt in his heart. If he encounters this situation in the company, he will immediately call Zhao Jun to find it. But today, on vacation, he decided to go by himself.

Just put down the file, the door rang, Nings asked impatiently, "Who?"

"It's me." The voice of the boy is crisp and sweet.

Nings was stiff for a moment. After returning to God, he immediately turned off the surveillance video on the computer, placed the messy folders neatly, and stopped when he walked to the door. He looked at the glass door of the bookcase. Hair, make sure that he is handsome, then smile and open the door, "Xi Xi is coming in."

He naturally took the young white wrist and took him to the double sofa. He wanted to pour a cup of coffee. I didn’t know how to feel it was wrong. I went downstairs to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk. After the heat, I carefully came up.

Zhou Yunzhen was comfortably served by him. On the face, he had a flattering expression, his cheeks were red, and he was paired with a pair of clear and radiant peach eyes. The fans of Nings almost could not hold it.

Pressing the heart of the instigation, Nings year next to the youngster sitting, softly asked, "Is there something to look for in Xixi?" If nothing happens, the boy will never take the initiative to approach him.

"Yeah." Zhou Yunyi looked at him and glared at the rosy thin lips. "I want to participate in the oil painting award."

"The oil painting award? I know, is there no place? I will call you to get one and go straight to the final judgment." There is a great opportunity, Ningsian will miss it, and the fingertips have been skilled. A bunch of numbers will be pressed and you will press it.

The Ning's consortium is the biggest sponsor of this art event, and it is easy to have a final review quota.

"No, no." Zhou Yunqi quickly took his arm and his face was flushed. "I already have a place."

Ningsian took advantage of him to sneak into his arms, while stroking his soft hair while holding back the joy of his heart, asked, "Why is that?"

Deadly metamorphosis, the means of eating tofu is simply superb. Zhou Yunxi secretly gritted his teeth and said with a low head. "Can I send this picture to the trial?"

Ningsian noticed that he had a 22×14 picture frame at his feet and opened the protective cover. Ning Wang’s little fat face appeared in front of his eyes.

The little child was kneeling on the ground, wearing a very large white shirt, his sleeves were high, and he raised two fat little short hands, letting the painter watch his paint-filled palm. At his feet is a canvas with a small handprint. In his eyes, it is obviously a masterpiece, so he will laugh so brightly, even the smudged sunlight in the background can not match.

The painting person engraves the full love and gentleness in each stroke, and the warm color almost occupies the entire canvas. Hope, joy, gloom, fullness, vitality and happiness are unveiled while uncovering the canvas. Come.

Nings is watching. He almost forgot when he saw his son's smiling face last time.

"Can I take this picture for review?" Zhou Yunxi gently touched his arm.

Ningsian was only fascinated by this, and he licked his eyes. "Yes, of course." He silenced for a moment and added, "When did you paint a portrait for me?"

He never admits that he even eats his son's vinegar.

"Yeah." Zhou Yunyi nodded and carefully placed the protective cover on the picture frame.

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When Fu Xuan saw the work of Zhou Yunyi, he saw the savior. He opened the back of the canvas for a long time. He learned that the children in the painting were only imaginary, and finally the dust settled. He knows that this painting will stand out from the crowd. It is too smart, full of charm and emotion, and it is a painstaking work that is poured out with love.

The greed that he couldn't hide in his eyes made Zhou Yunyi know that he had jumped into the trap.

When I got home, Ning Wangshu was taking a nap. Zhou Yunyi helped him to get a good horn. He kissed his red face and whispered. "I'm sorry, I used you. But I will spend the rest of my life with you to protect you until you Go old."

Returning to the room with a light hand, Nings called and called for a day's whereabouts, including who he met, what he said, what he did, and so on. His more intense desire for control and possessiveness made Zhou Yunxiao laugh.

"Xi Xi, Xi Xi, are you inside?" The shouts of Zhao Xinfang came from outside the door.

Zhou Yunxuan hang up the phone, quickly change the home clothes, open the door and watch each other quietly.

Zhao Xinfang has made a light makeup, highlighting a pair of big and bright apricot eyes. It is already in the late autumn season, but still wearing a pure white suspender skirt. The deliberately lowered neckline can't cover the deep cleavage, a pair of slender white jade legs. With a **** posture slightly close together, more and more her body is enchanting.

Is this ready to seduce yourself? Will you pull yourself into the mud of adultery? Zhou Yun’s light flashes slightly.

Zhao Xinfang saw that the teenager obviously began to avoid his own eyes, and his heart was quite proud. She knows too much about the man's inferiority roots, and it is old-fashioned. Even the masters of Ningsian's lingering flowers can handle it, not to mention Wei Xijun, a pure-tempered teenager. A child like Wei Xie, whose parents are both autistic and autistic, is most eager to have warmth from the motherhood. As long as she gives a smile and a few words of love, the other party will let her ask for it.

Wei Xi's parents left him a huge legacy, although not as good as the Ning's consortium, but also enough for an ordinary person to eat and drink for a few lifetimes. Zhao Xinfang thought for a long time and finally decided to let Wei Xiyi become the minister of his own skirt and use it for himself.

Not only women, men will not forget the first time. Zhao Xinfang is the first time to become Wei Xi.

"Da, do you have something?" Zhou Yunyi was forced to retreat to the corner by Zhao Xinfang. There was a camera on the top and left side of the bookcase. The picture was very clear and could give a close-up.

Zhao Xinfang stunned, his hands on the walls on both sides of the teenager's cheeks, rubbing him with a full chest, his voice was lazy and charming. "I feel bad in my heart, I want to talk to you for a while. Your older brother is not at home all day, I A person is very lonely."

Zhou Yun sighed and rubbed his cheeks red, and then his neck shrunk from Zhao Xinfang.

"What are you afraid of? I am afraid that I have eaten you?" Zhao Xinfang was teased, grabbed him back and held his kneeling kiss. The kiss was short-lived, but in two seconds it was pushed away by the fiercely struggling teenager. His eyes burst into tears and rushed straight into the bathroom, vomiting against the toilet, and almost even the bile vomited.

Damn, this is why he doesn't like women anyway.

The camera was mounted on the ceiling of the bathroom, and the scene was quietly photographed.

Zhao Xinfang’s face was suddenly white and white, and he did not expect the other party to react. Shouldn't a normal person leave her on the ground and do whatever she wants? She was embarrassed, but she was even more alarmed. She went to the door and threatened. "Wei Xi, if you dare to tell the year, I will tell him that you intend to **** me. I am his wife, you are just A wild species of unknown origin, you see who he will choose to believe."

The boy was stiff and then crouched on the toilet and shivered. He seemed to be afraid. He seemed to be crying. When Zhao Xinfang left for a long time, he slowly looked up and showed his pale face and red eyes.