Beautiful Wife Conspiracy: My ability is to make money

"Don't help her." Zhuo Cheng took her hand.

The female doctor's blame just now was quite good, but it was too immoral.

Ye Qifei has nothing to do with this matter, she is too heartless to do so,

"It's okay, I think the dean also has a problem."

This dean, when I saw him before, I just felt that his temperament was cold, and there was nothing else to love you. When I look at him now, he has a black aura all over his body, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

It seems like winter has come all of a sudden.

"Do you think there is something wrong?" Zhuo Cheng looked at the man, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Of course you can't see it."

Ye Qifei was also able to know because of clairvoyance, if she didn't have this clairvoyance, how could she know,

Fortunately, because she had been physically fit and learned some martial arts secrets, this kind of thing is not difficult for her.

"My friend, I know it's not good for me to be like this. Please, help me. I'll treat you to dinner later. You can eat whatever you want." The female doctor said with her head down.

She really doesn't know what to do. The only one who can help now is the young man in front of her. If he doesn't help, it's over.

"Okay. Seeing you like this, I'll forget it. You don't need to invite me to dinner."

What Ye Qifei said meant that he was willing to help her, and she was very moved.

Zhuo Cheng was not happy, Ye Qifei had already thought about it, and patted his shoulder, "Wait for me."

She went straight into the office.

Who on earth did he provoke, and why did he have such black energy on his body? It didn't look normal at all, he must have provoked something dirty.

He should have noticed it himself, there must be some changes in his body.

I don't know what happened to the dean, but when Ye Qifei approached, he could clearly feel that the dean seemed less cold.

This person looks so thin and frail, and I don't know if his body can bear it.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

The people on the field were stunned when they saw this scene. This is too strange. Why do you think that after this kid went in, the dean made people feel less scared.

"Dean, you let me in, do you have something to tell me?" Ye Qifei didn't understand.

Hearing this, the man came to his senses and looked straight at him, "Why did you secretly take pictures of me with your mobile phone? Don't you know it's very rude? It doesn't make sense at all?"

Zhuo Cheng looked beside him and died of anger.

When has the girl he likes been wronged like this? How old is he that he dares to say that.

He forcibly lowered his anger. After all, Ye Qifei had already told him that he didn't need to worry about this matter, so he had to trust her.

Ye Qifei waved his hand, "This phone is not mine, will you believe what I say?"

Nor can she tell whose phone it is.

"Then you mean that you came to see my painting?" He suddenly smiled. To be honest, this smile is very beautiful.

"Since this is the case, tell me, how is my painting, and is there anything not so good about it?"

He was simply making things difficult for others, who didn't know that he was so hungry for painting.

Ye Qifei didn't know what to say all of a sudden. He never learned to draw in this life or in his last life, but just saw him draw very seriously, so he just looked at it a few more times.

"What's wrong? You can't tell?"

"I'll give you a little more time."

Ye Qifei took a look at his paintings, they were indeed beautiful, but not very beautiful,

"Although I don't know as much about Huahua as you do, I know that there is something missing in your Huahua."

"Oh? You mean something is missing in my painting, then tell me what's missing in my painting."

But he thinks this sentence is a bit interesting.

Although he is a doctor, he also has hobbies. His only hobby is painting. He has persisted for so many years, and her paintings have been praised by many people, and some people even want to spend money to buy hers. painting.

After so many years, no one has ever dared to pick on her.

Seeing Ye Qifei like this, he shouldn't be talking nonsense, maybe he can really tell the shortcomings of his painting.

"Actually, there is one thing missing in what you said. As long as you have this thing, your painting can make people feel immersive. If not, a painting is just a painting. There is no any sense."

The words she said sounded particularly mysterious and elusive.

In fact, the dean is very fond of this painting, because it has spent a lot of energy and time to conceive it.

The whole point of view of this painting is that it makes people feel particularly sad, saying that it always feels that something is missing.

The girl with makeup is his first love girlfriend who has always existed in his mind.

Now this sentence angered all the female doctors watching outside, and even felt a little unconvinced, you must know that this dean is a male god in everyone's mind.

"What does this kid know? He must be talking nonsense, maybe he doesn't understand anything, and anyone who dares to point fingers here should let him go."

"That is to say, I think this painting is perfect enough, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. He must have said it so casually, which made the dean think it was right."

"Looking at him like this, he must be pretending. He himself said that he must be pretending that he has never learned painting."

"There are a lot of people like this, and it's not the first time we've met."

Everyone was noisy there, which was very uncomfortable.

Zhuo Cheng was very uncomfortable listening to them, and they could only talk here in the group, if it was okay, why not go up?
"Do you have the nerve to say that? If he asked you to say it, what can you say? Don't disturb others when they are talking. Don't you know the reason?"

Anyway, this hospital is also a city hospital. It is a very big hospital. How can there be such a group of unqualified people?
Ye Qifei knew that he would definitely talk by himself, so he gave him a look, hoping that he would stop talking, and this matter could be resolved by himself.

"I think the two of you came here to make trouble. Our hospital has never seen you before. How did you come here?"

"Okay, you all stop talking and listen to what he said." The dean said.

Although I don't know how true these words are, they did attract his interest.

"I saw this picture, if I guessed correctly, the girl you are talking about is the girl you have always dreamed of, but you don't know what this girl looks like, that's why you have this back view." wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong with what you said. When painting, it is always easy to put your own thoughts into the painting."

He doesn't deny this fact either. When he was painting, he was always thinking about what kind of girlfriend he would have in the future, but he had never been in a relationship before, so he could only change the background.

"So the biggest problem is here. What you said is only superficial, without any emotion, at least I can't see it."

"Can a painting still have emotions in it?"

It's not the first time he heard this sentence, but it's not interesting every time he draws, please read these, he just wants to make these paintings better.

"What you said is not wrong. Your painting can only come alive if you add emotions."

"How is it possible? You are just talking like that. Huahua only needs to express what you feel in your heart. As for the word "emotion", I really can't understand it."

He didn't pretend to understand either.

Anyway, regarding the two words of emotion, he has always felt that this kind of thing is really too mysterious.

What's more, this painting is just a casual drawing.

"I can't communicate your words. Only things with emotions can move people more. If you add emotions to this painting, it will become another painting completely. This is your painting. something missing."

Her mouth is so powerful, the dean thinks what she said is very reasonable, but where can this thing come from?
"Can you make my painting a soul? Or can you make my painting look more realistic."

"Didn't you just say that you don't know how to draw? You can't make these up, right?"

"Although I haven't learned how to draw, it doesn't mean I don't know how to draw. Otherwise, let's make a bet."

When Ye Qifei was talking to him, he found that his symptoms seemed to subside a little, and it couldn't be the black energy in him.

Or it could be said that he was like this because he practiced that kind of martial arts cheats.

Of course, everything is just speculation, and the real reason is still unknown.

If you want to solve this mystery, you can only go there and try it later.

"Then what do you want to bet with me?"

"How about the two of us holding hands if I can make this drawing of yours come to life?"

"How can it be?" Zhuo Cheng said.

He was very angry. Watching his girlfriend flirt with other boys, he felt like he had a green hat on his head.

But Ye Qifei has always been an upright person, and would never do this, I really don't understand.

"What do you mean? If you talk nonsense here again, I will drive you away directly."

She is too bad, how can she make such an excessive request, besides, there are so many people watching here, so I feel embarrassed.