But the BOSS spoils me too much

Su Wanning stood upright, and her refreshing voice was heard throughout the dinner.

Huo Siye's long legs were superimposed, leaning on the back of the chair, looking at the petite figure of Su Wanning in the center of the huge stage with deep black eyes, his aura was calm and introverted, his eyes could not blink, and he quietly listened to her words .

"I want to say that I'm not that despicable. Every artist has a different style. It's a style that accumulates over time and changes with experience. The reason why I copy it is just to know why the painter was at that age at that time. What did they go through when they made that kind of painting? What was their mood at that time? The painting I copied from Mr. Fang was created in his early twenties. You can see the flames seem to be alive, moving and burning. At that time, Mr. Fang was young and promising, just at the age of vitality, so he used bold and bright colors. At that time, his mood when painting must have been high-pitched and passionate. Because his colors are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, free and easy. After I copy and study, I have a different view of youth." Su Wanning said truthfully in a calm voice.

"Can you help me find Mr. Fang's raging fire painting?" Su Wanning said to the staff operating the backstage with a microphone. After a while, an oil painting of raging fire was also released on the screen.

After Su Wanning's words, sure enough, when everyone looked at Mr. Fang's paintings, they felt the eager and passionate aura.

"What a clever girl, you can't wash away your plagiarism after saying that." Although the old man felt that what Su Wanning said was right, he didn't let her go.

If it is just copying and learning, why draw such a similar work by yourself and get it into the public's view in the name of donation.

"I want to ask what you think about the so-called having a different view of youth." An old man with a clear personality on the distinguished seat asked curiously.

This person was Mr. Fang himself.

"Youth should be fresh, limitless, and colorful, just like the flickering flames." Su Wanning said here with a serious look.

"Not bad." Fang Lao looked at Su Wanning on the stage and applauded.

"So what changed after you finished painting?" Mr. Fang himself was not very angry, but looked at the little girl on the stage with some approval in his eyes.

Being able to feel the state of mind of the painter at that time through copying has always been very devoted and attentive.

"After I finished the painting, I bought a piece of cake right then, because youth is limitless, but it doesn't mean that youth won't be hungry. Do you think so, Mr. Fang?" Mr. Fang suddenly looked like Like a pause.

Then he started laughing.

"Hahahahaha!! What a girl who observes subtleties! It seems that she is paying attention." Fang Lao clapped his hands and laughed.

Everyone is a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

There is no logic at all to what this is saying.

"Hahahaha." Elder Fang continued to laugh, and the usually serious and rigid old man suddenly burst into laughter, which made people very curious.

Su Wanning shrugged her shoulders, stuck out her little tongue, feeling a little embarrassed.

The tense heart just now relaxed a little after seeing Fang Lao smiled. At this time, her tense back was already sweating, her heart beat faster, and her body even trembled slightly. If she didn't explain it well, then she would be doomed Bear the charge of plagiarism!Maybe it will be with her for the rest of her life!
"Wan Ning, why? Because you're hungry?" Mrs. Yun stood aside. Although she knew that something was wrong, she didn't directly accuse her.

Su Wanning glanced at Mrs. Yun and smiled cutely.

"Because when I was zooming in on the observation, I found that the color of the fire light in the lower left corner was not right. It didn't seem to be a color. I studied and experimented for a long time, and then I found that Mr. Fang was painting this picture. It's true that time not only used colors, but also...cream!!" Su Wanning said mischievously.

As soon as he said this, Mr. Fang laughed even more happily.

The behavior is too strange, it is obvious that someone copied it and violated my rights, but why is the deity so happy?
"When I was painting, I accidentally dropped cream on the wet paint because of my greed. There was no way to save it, so I just wiped it casually, and then mixed it with cream to paint. The little girl observed carefully, haha Hahahaha. I thought I was the only one who knew about this in my life.”

Now it's all right, everyone knows that the always rigid little old man loved to eat cream cakes when he was young.

Not only that, but he almost messed up his masterpiece, and to make up for it, he even mixed cream into it and drew it together.

"The old man is also a great painter. If others had scrapped it long ago, how could he produce such a lifelike masterpiece." Su Wanning said seriously.

"I've done a lot of research. It's amazing to be able to study for your sake. So the little girl is studying color?"

"No, I'm studying Chinese painting, but I just read the old man's works in my spare time."

Uh... I'm bored...

Su Wanning's frank appearance made Mr. Fang laugh again.

This is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and dares to speak wild words in front of such a talented old man.

After all, Mr. Fang is a very famous veteran artist in the industry. His works have always been eagerly studied by others. Whoever is not holding a very serious attitude, came to her and just idled around.

"Young people are awesome. Hahaha."

Fang Lao was not only not angry, but even happier.

The world knows that he is a rigid and mature person, who has dedicated his life to the pursuit of art, and thinks he is a serious person.

But he is extremely relaxed in art, especially when he was young, although he was obsessed, he was not so tense. It is common for him to eat cakes and leak on the drawing paper when painting, but he is not that meticulous. Small accidents gave birth to more interest in painting.

To be precise, a very eccentric artist.

Su Wanning's words touched his heart, no one had ever dared to comment on him like this, it really won his heart.

The so-called confidant is hard to find, but I never expected to meet such a weird girl when I was old, she was so similar to him when he was young.

Seeing her seemed to see her impulsive and unruly young self.

Su Meiyun, who was quietly waiting by the door to watch the show, thought she could see everyone shouting and beating Su Wanning, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't give her back!

Just abominable!
Su Meiyun lay on the door frame, her slender nails grabbed a mark on the iron door frame, and in her red and swollen eyes from crying, she looked at Su Wanning like a poisonous snake.

With a gloomy appearance, like a female ghost walking from hell, Su Meiyun is crazy with jealousy!

That old Fang was originally an old artist who recognized her very much, but because she didn't satisfy him much when they were communicating academically, Su Meiyun was always very afraid of him.

This year, she didn't take Su Wanning's words, she wanted to use her own hand injury, and announced to the outside world that the injury was too serious, which would affect the quality of future works, so she decided to close the pen.

But I didn't expect that the framing would not work, but Su Wanning would be able to stand out. This feeling of making a wedding dress for someone made Su Meiyun very unhappy.

At the same time, Qiao Manni was also unhappy.

Because she saw that Huo Siye had been looking at Su Wanning, his eyes were unblinking, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of envy and affection.