Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"It's okay, it's been so long, I've already forgotten." When Huangfu Ye said this, there was still a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Wan felt sad when she saw it, and immediately changed the subject: "By the way, I see that you seem to come to send Zhuyun to school every day, and I always wanted to ask what do you do?"

He took a sip of his coffee, swallowed the bitterness down his throat, and wrote lightly: "Unemployed people sell paintings for a living."

Wen Wan broke into a sweat, and the president's family still has the nerve to say these eight words, so she has become a beggar. Seeing her unique consciousness and extremely low-key personality, she is the real grandeur.

"Then your painting must be very beautiful?" She asked with a smile.

"Does Miss Wen also like to appreciate paintings? If you have time, why don't you go to my studio together?" He suggested.

Wen Wan thought about it, but it was boring anyway, and it happened that she also likes to draw, so she nodded in agreement.

She has liked drawing since she was a child, but she has no basic skills and always loves to draw with a brush.At that time, Grandpa had too many things to train her, and he had no time for her to waste leisurely painting, so learning to paint has always been her dream.

But fortunately, she now runs a jewelry company, and occasionally she can learn basic skills from designers, and she can design a few accessories when she is idle and bored, which can be regarded as satisfying her hands-on fun.

Following Huangfu Ye to his studio, Wen Wan was taken aback, this is not a studio, it is heaven!

This is a particularly large warehouse, which looks abandoned from the outside, but in fact there is something hidden inside.

Huangfu Ye decorated this place very well, in a typical artist style, with various paintings on the walls, and various 3D scenes on the floor, including cliffs, magma, and the sea... all kinds of things are dazzling.

Wen Wan looked at a large table with all kinds of painting tools, she couldn't help being interested, picked them up and studied them, and then realized how terrible her ignorance is. She obviously likes painting, but she doesn't even know how to use these tools. I don't know, she seems a little arrogant.

Reluctantly putting down the unknown tool in her hand, Wen Wan saw an unfinished painting on the table, only the lower half of the unpainted color was exposed, and the top was covered by a white cloth. She was curious and reached out It was lifted.

"Don't touch..." After all, Huangfu Ye's words were delayed by half a beat.

Wen Wan looked at the woman in the painting, with bright eyes and white teeth, a smile like a flower, her long black hair tied behind her ears, revealing a delicate and three-dimensional oval face.

What a beautiful woman, but she looks so familiar...

"Isn't this me?" Wen Wan was shocked.

A flash of panic flashed in Huangfu Ye's eyes, even though he was indifferent, he couldn't help showing embarrassment, he quickly explained: "No, no, don't get me wrong, I drew this with your mother's photo when I was idle and bored."

"Misunderstanding? Why did I misunderstand? Mr. Huangfu, you draw really well. Although it is my mother, it also looks like me. It's a pity that I don't have a self-portrait until now." Wen Wan grabbed the drawing board and held it up, praising He kept saying, "It's so beautiful, it's so similar, these eyes seem real, if it wasn't on paper, I would have thought they were real."

Huangfu Ye didn't expect Wen Wan to be so happy, and she didn't seem to think about anything else, so she breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "...It's fine if you like it, and I'll send it to you when it's finished."

"Really?" Wen Wan looked at him excitedly as if she had found a treasure.

"Really." Huangfu Ye nodded and smiled warmly.