Mr. Huo, Ma'am, she's acting like a demon again

There were two days before the submission of the work, which happened to be the weekend, Nan Chu took Qiao Rui out quietly.

"Where is this going?"

Qiao Rui followed Nan Chu, turned around and turned around, and finally turned into a small alley.

Nan Chu asked Qiao Rui to wait outside, while he walked into a house.

After going in for about an hour, Nan Chu came out again.

"I remember, I asked you to send someone to watch a few days ago. Is there any man who came out of the gate of Hua's house?"

Qiao Rui nodded quickly.

"There really is one."

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone, just in time to watch the people below report.

"He said he just left the house and went to Times Square."

Nan Chu got into the car.

"Follow him closely, let's meet this Mr. Luo Xing."

Luo Xing was bored at Hua's house for a few days, and couldn't bear it anymore.

Painting also has to pay attention to an inspiration, right?
He just came out to hang out.

He had never been to the shopping malls in Times Square, so he simply went up layer by layer.

Suddenly, a painting tool store attracted his attention.

pigment!

Many brands that cannot be bought in America!
Today is really the right time.

Luo Xing walked into the store, carefully picked out the paints, and filled half of the bag.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Luo Xing subconsciously thought that he was blocking the way, so he opened his mouth to "sorry" and move aside.

"Mr. Luo."

Nan Chu smiled, "Want to chat?"

The smile on Luo Xing's face was completely broken.

In a coffee shop not far away, Nan Chu and Luo Xing sat down.

Luo Xing looked at Nan Chu warily.

This is no coincidence.

This woman came to see him specially.

Really sat down, Nan Chu was not in a hurry, ordered coffee and tea, and waited quietly for the waiter to bring things up.

"you--"

Just as Luo Xing was about to say something, Nan Chu took a sip of his coffee.

"Ok?"

Nan Chu looked at him with a smile.

Luo Xing's whole body was like a deflated ball, and he stopped talking.

Nan Chu sneered.

"With this little skill, you dare to come out and show off, it's really embarrassing for the teacher."

Luo Xing raised his head abruptly.

"Who are you talking about?"

Nan Chu put a spoonful of cream into his mouth unhurriedly, "Of course it's the teacher, our teacher."

Luo Xing slumped and almost fell off the chair.

He widened his eyes and stared at Nan Chu.

"I remembered, you are the last student the teacher accepts!"

"One month before I left the imperial capital, you were just accepted by the teacher."

He had really seen Nan Chu before.

It was many years ago.

At that time, Nan Chu was still a student who was not as tall as his chest.

The smile in Nanchu's eyes deepened, "That's right, so I came to you today because of the teacher's intention."

"what!"

Nan Chu took out his mobile phone and played a recording.

"Xiao Xing, the teacher knows that it's not easy for you to be outside all these years."

"Now, you have got everything you want, at least you should keep the bottom line and dignity of our profession."

"Don't make the same mistake again and again!"

……

Luo Xing was already sobbing.

After a long time, Luo Xing's mood calmed down.

Nan Chu's tone was sincere.

"If you really love Ruan Ruan, go after her; if you really want to compete with me, I will definitely go all out."

"But this kind of behavior that violates the rules of the game for the sake of lust is disgusting."

"That's all."

After speaking, Nan Chu left.

Qiao Rui was a little confused.

"Sister Chu, if he continues to help Hua Ruan after he goes back, isn't it a waste of effort?"

Nan Chu shook his head, "He won't."

For those who really love this art, dignity is above all else.

Even she is affected by inherent thinking.

If one day, there is a misunderstanding between her and Huo Xici.

Even if she would rather leave for the sake of dignity, she would not be the one to bow her head first.

Luo Xing quietly left the Hua family.

In other words, he left the imperial capital.

When Hua Ruanruan discovered all this, it was too late, Luo Xing had already crossed the Pacific Ocean.

What Luo Xing left behind was just a sketch that had just been drafted.

Hua Ruanruan was so angry that she grabbed the brushes and paints at hand and threw them on the ground.

Only one day left!

It's too late to ask someone to help her finish the work now!
She tore off the sketch, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

She fell to the ground, crying loudly.

Could it be that she is really going to lose to Nan Chu like this?
She is not reconciled!

On this side, Nan Chu received the news that Luo Xing had returned to America, and immediately dialed a number.

"Third Senior Brother, have you been idle recently?"

"It's nothing, just a small favor..."

Hua Ruanruan was sluggish all night, but soon regained her spirit.

She can't just go on like this.

No matter how slim the hope is, she has to try, otherwise, she will really lose!

She mobilized all her contacts and tried her best to inquire.

Unexpectedly, on the last morning of the deadline, someone actually contacted her.

"Miss Hua, I think I may be able to meet your request."

Hua Ruanruan was in a hotel and met the artist who contacted her.

In such a short time, she had no hope at all.

"My name is Song Heran."

The man wore a slim suit and smiled gently. He looked more like a professional elite than a painter.

"My ability is enough to complete this promotion match for you, and I will keep my mouth shut and protect your privacy."

"I just want money."

The big stone in Hua Ruanruan's heart was completely let go.

Although she is not as rich as before, it is still easier to solve it with money.

Hua Ruanruan gave Song Heran the line draft left by Luo Xing, which was wrinkled and embarrassing.

Song Heran didn't care, and immediately set up the drawing board in the hotel after reading it.

In just half an hour, it has already seen its first appearance.

Before noon, the entire painting was basically completed.

Hua Ruan Ruan was amazed.

At the same time, she couldn't help feeling a little vigilant in her heart.

"You have such ability, why are you not famous, why do you help me?"

Song Heran replied with a good temper.

"For one thing, I'm not helping you, but making money openly."

"Secondly, I don't like painting, but this month's salary is too low, so, do you understand?"

At dinner, Nan Chu laughed so hard when he heard Song Heran repeat this passage.

"Third senior brother, does this sound too ridiculous?"

Song Heran swallowed the last bite of meat in his mouth, still looking graceful.

"Obviously, every word I said was true."

Nan Chu was puzzled, "If you earn a living like Second Senior Brother Luo Xing, how can you be short of money?"

Speaking of which, this third senior brother is also a strange person.

The family owns more than a dozen properties in the imperial capital, and has learned painting since childhood, with a very high talent.

In the end, he even went to work as an accountant in a small, unknown company.

Obviously, I can live a life without worrying about food and clothing, but I insist on getting a salary of three to five thousand a month, and I don’t eat the next meal.

Song Heran smiled lightly.

"Liking and talent are completely different things."