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Seeing Feng Yan's mouth twitching, Shen Qing tentatively asked: "Did I not guess right?"

"Of course you didn't guess right!" Feng Yan was very angry, pointing at the messy lines, and turned up the volume:

"This is the handsome me, and this is the beautiful Miss Sang. I'm sending flowers to Miss Sang. Can't you tell it's so obvious?"

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the painting seriously again.

After a while, she raised her head again, and frankly shook it twice: "I really can't tell."

Fengyan: "..."

He was short of breath, and laughed back: "That's right, look at your rustic appearance, it looks like you have never seen the world, you don't know what a Fauvist painter is, and it's normal if you don't understand my master's masterpiece!"

Shen Qing's eyes were calm, and he talked eloquently:

"I know what Fauvism is.

Fauvism is the earliest symbolist school of painting that emerged in the [-]th century. It is characterized by the use of bright and violent colors, giving people a strong visual impact.

Famous painters Van Gogh and Seurat have explored this.

Our company commander is proficient in the painting style of Fauvism, and his works have won praises from everyone in the military talent competition many times.

And your works are not Fauvism at all, just scribbling and filling in whatever you like. "

She also learned this knowledge through the company commander.

"You actually said that my work can't be called Fauvism?" Feng Yan became angry from embarrassment, and said coldly:

"Did you know that contemporary masters praise me as a talented painter of Fauvism in the future?"

Shen Qing was not afraid, and said calmly: "That can only mean that he was wrong."

"He was wrong, could it be that others are wrong too? Everyone I met said that I draw beautifully!" Feng Yan argued:

"I showed the painting just now to others, and they could tell at a glance that it was me and Miss Sang, only you couldn't see it!"

Shen Qing's tone was even calmer: "That can only mean that they are lying to you."

"You fart!" Feng Yan slammed the table violently, blushing emotionally, glaring at Shen Qing angrily.

Shen Qing sat in her original position, her eyes open, without even blinking.

The movement of the two attracted the attention of other customers in the store.

The waiter, Aunt Chen, hurried over: "What's the matter, you two? Everything is easy to discuss, so don't quarrel."

"Aunt Chen, I didn't quarrel with him." Shen Qing said helplessly, feeling very innocent.

Fengyan snorted coldly, took the painting and left.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Qing's cell phone rang.

It was Ye Zhili calling.

Shen Qing thought that something happened to Ye Zhili, so he quickly turned his head to look at the opposite office, and found Ye Zhili standing in front of the window, holding his mobile phone to his ear, looking harmless.

She answered the phone: "Boss?"

Ye Zhili's concerned voice came from the phone: "What happened just now?"

Taking advantage of his rest time, he originally planned to see what Shen Qing was doing, but seeing Feng Yan's provocative appearance, he immediately called to inquire about the situation.

If Fengyan really troubled Shen Qing, he would go directly to educate Fengyan.

Shen Qing truthfully reported: "Second Young Master Feng drew a portrait of him and Miss Sang, and asked me to guess what he drew. I didn't guess correctly, so he got a little angry."

"He looks more than 'a little angry', how did you answer him?" Ye Zhili picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee leisurely.

Shen Qing: "Sun Wukong beats the Bone Demon three times."

"Pfft! Cough cough, cough cough."

Ye Zhili sprayed, coughed non-stop, and his eyes were full of smiles: "It's really you, Shen Qing."

No wonder Fengyan was so angry.

Shen Qing was silent, not understanding why the boss said this.

Ye Zhili: "I'm going to continue working. If Feng Yan still troubles you, call me."

Shen Qing nodded: "En."

The two hung up the phone together.

Fengyan sitting next to him was very upset, and his face was extremely smelly.

He looked at his work, his eyes dimmed, and his eyelids slowly dropped.

Sure enough, he had no talent for drawing.

As long as someone who is a little knowledgeable and does not need to rely on the background of the Feng family, he can expose his true level.

What is he expecting...

Feng Yan's thoughts gradually returned to the primary school days.

At that time, he made a good friend and had a very happy time.

If he hadn't passed by the men's restroom by chance, he hadn't heard the good friend inside say:

"Feng Yan, you are just a fool, he will believe whatever I say.

Really, if my father hadn't said that the Feng family is powerful, how could I be friends with that idiot who failed every exam, I'm afraid of being infected with mental retardation virus by him, okay? "

He can be happy for longer.

After that incident, as if he had been enlightened, he knew his "value", and he let himself go.

The left is nothing more than flattery for a while, and everyone takes what they need.

Everyone in the circle wears a mask of hypocrisy, rushing from this Vanity Fair to that Vanity Fair, sucking contacts and gold coins tirelessly and tacitly.

He is part of it.

Fengyan held her chin, looked at Shen Qing's back, and thought depressingly:

This old woman speaks so bluntly, she is really not afraid of offending herself, and then being retaliated by the Feng family.

But this depression only lasted until the opposite law firm got off work.

As soon as Sang Tian got off work, Fengyan wagged her invisible dog's tail, and leaned over with eyes full of admiration:

"Miss Sang, you've worked hard all day. Are you tired? I'll take you home."

Sang Tian glanced at Ye Zhili from the corner of her eye, then looked away, her red lips curled up: "Okay, thank you, Second Young Master Feng."

"You're welcome!" The dog's tail on Feng Yan's buttocks wagged even more joyfully.

After the two left, Ye Zhili and Shen Qing also left.

No one noticed that in the snack bar diagonally opposite, two men stared at Fengyan's back with greedy eyes.

The two voices are so soft that only each other can hear:

"It's really the second young master of Feng's family in Beijing."

"After completing this ticket, we will go abroad."

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the next day.

After seeing off Sang Tian, ​​Feng Yan yawned and entered the coffee shop - for him who was idle all day, the office workers got up too early.

When he was about to go back to the old seat to make up for sleep, he found that the seat was gone, and the place was cut off by someone with the words:

"Redecoration, sorry about that."

The owner of the cafe wants to transform the corner.

The waiter, Aunt Chen, came over and said apologetically, "Shao Feng, I'm sorry, the shop is being renovated, please change the location."

It was early in the morning, and there were too many seats in the store.

"No, I'm going to sit somewhere else, what do you think of Ms. Sang?" Fengyan refused without saying a word.

He looked at the office opposite, then at the layout of the store, and finally settled on Shen Qing, who was sitting next to him reading a book:

"I'm going to sit here, old woman, you can find another place."

Originally, only he and Shen Qing could see the office opposite.

His place is gone, only Shen Qing is left.

As long as Shen Qing gives up his seat, he can continue to watch Sang Tian.

Being called an old woman, Shen Qing slowly raised her head.

Feng Yan thought that Shen Qing would be angry, but Shen Qing was not angry at all.

"I won't let it," she said.

This position can better see the boss, and you can't see it when you leave.

"I'll give you the money!" Feng Yan took out his wallet, slapped it on the table, and his eyebrows and eyes were very superior:

"How much do you want, tell me, this young master is not short of money!"

"No amount of money will be given up." Shen Qing frowned, with a clear attitude: "Sitting here, I can keep an eye on the boss's situation and ensure his safety."

Fengyan's tone was sarcasm: "Is your boss a giant panda, or Lin Daiyu, who needs you to keep an eye on him all the time? So incompetent?"

Shen Qing's expression sank, she stood up from the chair, her eyes were filled with hostility, and her tone was cold: "Say it again."

She forbids others to speak ill of the boss.

"You..." Fengyan opened her eyes wide in surprise, she didn't expect Shen Qing's reaction to be so big.

He said that she had never seen the world, and when she was an old woman, she was not angry.

He mentioned that Ye Zhi was incompetent, but she got angry.

Are you so loyal to protect the Lord?

"Oh, stop arguing, both of you, we are still open early in the morning." Aunt Chen had a headache and suggested:

"If not, let's put together a table, the space is big enough, and you can see the other side."

This winter is also really strange. Two guests came to watch the opposite side of the coffee shop.

"I have no objection." Shen Qing sat back, her expression still cold.

As long as she can protect her boss, she doesn't pick a place.

"Just fight." For Sang Tian's sake, Feng Yan sat across from Shen Qing, swiped her hand in the middle of the table, and warned Shen Qing:

"Mine here, yours over there, no one crosses the line."

It looks like a primary school student who draws the "[-]th Line" in the classroom.

Shen Qing still remembered that he said that his boss was not good, so he didn't talk to him, so he acquiesced.

Fengyan sneered, guarded his "territory", and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost noon.

Shen Qing is reading a book.

Feng Yan stretched his neck and looked: "Tsk, it's still the "Economic Law". Why, are the lawyer's bodyguards required to understand the law?"

"Is it related to you?" Shen Qing didn't show a good face, put the book away to her side, her eyes flickered slightly.

Although the boss only treats her as a younger sister.

She still hopes that one day she can help the boss so that the boss doesn't have to work so hard.

"Are you still angry?" Fengyan felt that he had discovered a new continent: "You are so precious to your boss, you probably like him?"

Snapped.

Shen Qing closed the book, the panic on his face disappeared for a moment, pretending to be calm: "No."

Those unrealistic thoughts are only suitable for hiding in the bottom of my heart.

Speak out, it will only increase the joke.

"Still said no?" Feng Yan had a plan in mind, leaning forward:

"Old woman, how about we make a deal? I'll help you chase Ye Zhili, and you help me chase Miss Sang. We'll work together for a win-win situation!"

He knew that Sang Tian had thoughts about Ye Zhili, as long as Ye Zhili fell in love with Shen Qing, Sang Tian would give up that heart and choose herself.

"I refuse." Without even thinking about it, Shen Qing held the "Economic Law" in both hands, and said firmly:

"Who the boss likes and who he wants to be with is his freedom. I have no right to interfere, let alone stop it—and neither do you."

She likes Ye Zhili.

But it doesn't mean that she wants to monopolize Ye Zhili, restrict Ye Zhili, and plot against Ye Zhili.

As long as Ye Zhili is safe, happy and happy, she will be very happy.