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"It's the young master from Bai Tianxiang's family."

"He said he has been waiting downstairs for several days, but he couldn't see you, so he insisted on seeing you today."

Sheng Qingning stood there, looked at Chang Han in the wheelchair, and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say and was silent for a long time.

After Lan Xin heard this, she slightly frowned, and a faint trace of sadness crept onto her brows.

Bai Shaoyu is the son of Bai Tianxiang, and now Bai Shaoyu is in charge of a company called Greenland Real Estate in M ​​City.

In recent years, Greenland Real Estate Group has not only focused on real estate development, sales and investment, but also covered multiple fields such as residential, commercial and industrial properties.

This is also the trump card that Bai Tianxiang can dominate in M ​​City, so even if Lan Xin faces Bai Shaoyu's arrogance, he just ignores it.

Lan Xin only knew that his old man had contact with the Bai Jianhe.

The person named Bai Tianxiang's ability to make a name for himself in M ​​City in the past few years must be closely related to the person named Bai Jianhe.

"Then should I ask someone to drive him out now or..."

Sheng Qingning stood there hesitantly, but did not dare to make a decision for Lan Xin.

"No need, I just happened to have someone here today to make him give up this idea."

Then she looked at Chang Han, who was sitting next to him and was listening confused.

"Okay, I'll inform you now!"

Sheng Qingning was about to turn around and go out, but heard her say again.

"No, you come downstairs with us."

After saying that, Lan Xin got up from his position and walked straight towards Chang Han.

Chang Han looked at Lan Xin walking towards him and looked a little flustered for a moment.

What's that weird smile on this woman's face?

"Well, since work matters have nothing to do with me, can I leave?"

Chang Han also wanted to pretend that he didn't understand anything and get through it.

"How come it has nothing to do with you? This matter still bothers you."

"Boyfriend~"

The corners of Lan Xin's mouth curved, and a smile spread across her lips.

She gently traced Chang Han's cheek with her fingers and said to him.

"I'm going to change clothes."

After saying that, Lan Xin left the office and turned into her private bedroom.

Before Chang Han, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could understand what Lan Xin said, he noticed Sheng Qingning's sharp eyes again.

"..."

"..."

Chang Han and Sheng Qingning looked at each other.

There was some indescribable awkwardness between the two of them.

Chang Han was worried that she would overhear the bad things he said about her, so he looked away with a guilty conscience and pushed his wheelchair to the table where Lan Xin put down his drawing board.

Chang Han picked up a drawing board on the table that looked similar to Lan Xin's and used the pencils and tools he brought with him to modify it.

Since I just started painting not long ago, there are still a lot of inaccurate places.

And Sheng Qingning was also surprised when she felt that the man on the drawing board in Chang Han's arms looked very similar to Lan Xin after just one glance.

Although it looks similar to Lan Xin, Chang Han still feels that there are many things he is dissatisfied with.

The portrait in the line drawing stage was not enough to satisfy Chang Han. Sitting in a wheelchair, he would look at it for a while, then use an eraser to erase it and then modify it with a pencil.

His appearance immediately attracted Sheng Qingning's attention, and when Chang Han devoted all his attention to the picture, he quietly walked around behind him.

Sheng Qingning watched Chang Han busy while looking at Lan Xin on the drawing board.

"Have you ever learned to draw?"

Sheng Qingning's abrupt words startled Chang Han, who was concentrating.

When Sheng Qingning saw this, he immediately took a step back.

"I just wanted to see what you were drawing."

From what she said, Chang Han didn't care too much, it was still a matter of his own mental quality. Even though I said that, I didn't even notice that there was a person standing behind me...

Chang Han showed her the line drawing he had just drawn.

"Do you have any photos?" Sheng Qingning stared at the picture for five seconds and then asked.

"Have."

But when Chang Han took out his phone, he felt a little embarrassed when he thought that all the wallpapers on his phone were photos of Lan Xin.

"Can you please avoid it..."

"can."

Sheng Qingning nodded and turned around without thinking.

Chang Han opened the photo album and thought about setting it as the wallpaper. As expected, he was the one who was embarrassed. He had to find time to change the wallpaper back.

"All right."

Chang Han showed Sheng Qingning his photo of Lan Xin sketching from life.

Sheng Qingning also took a professional look at the photo and then at the painting on the drawing board.

After a long time, she slowly said, "Where do you work and what major did you study before."

"Work?"

"I am a freshman, majoring in finance..."

Chang Han smiled bitterly and didn't understand why she thought he was a migrant worker.

I'm not in a hurry either.

Sheng Qingning choked up after hearing this.

"You're only a freshman...?"

"Still studying finance...?"

In other words, the major he studied has nothing to do with painting?

"Well, have you ever learned to draw before?"

Chang Han answered without thinking.

"?"

"Then you just follow the painting?"

"?"

"Otherwise, do you think it was written silently?" Chang Han smiled and looked up at Sheng Qingning who was in a daze.

Sheng Qingning couldn't believe that a person who had never learned to draw could draw the most difficult "shape" in art so accurately.

As the saying goes, whether a painting is good or not depends first on whether the type of painting is accurate, and secondly on the foundation of the painter.

And Sheng Qingning felt that the shape of Chang Han's picture was terrifyingly accurate just by looking at it.

Although Sheng Qingning had trained in painting before, it was impossible for her to draw a figure into a nine-point likeness.

If she remembered correctly, he got the painting materials when she was in the office, and it had only been an hour since she left.

Although an hour is considered a long time for a painting major, this is the first time I have seen Sheng Qingning, who has never studied before, and can draw such a similar figure.

"You really haven't learned anything?"

Sheng Qingning still asked in disbelief.

It would have been okay if she didn't know about painting, but she understands it very well now.

It is difficult to accept this fact.

Take a simple chestnut.

A novice who has never played a PVP game just looked at his own skills and defeated the five people on the opposite side.

It's an exaggeration, but that's how talented you are in art...

Chang Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did she insist on asking her so many times whether she had learned this question?

"I really haven't learned anything."

"When I was in the hospital, I learned a little from others when I was fine."