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When Shu Mengfu was closest, she was inside the glass door of the balcony.

Her cry lingered in Shu Qingmo's ears, as if the door would be opened in the next second.

Shu Qingmo's heart rose to his throat, because no matter how he looked at it, his posture with Yan Zonglang was like Yan Zonglang kissing his neck.

He was almost certain that if the two were discovered in such an ambiguous posture, then he would definitely be charged with seducing his brother-in-law.

Fortunately, Shu Mengfu just glanced at the door, saw that there was no one on the balcony, so she went back the same way and went to another place.

Shu Qingmo heard her footsteps gradually recede, and the sense of crisis surrounding him was finally relieved, but his pounding heart showed no sign of calming down.

"Mr. Yan," Shu Qingmo couldn't help but speak first to break the weird atmosphere, but his dry voice surprised him, "She's gone."

"En." Yan Zonglang responded, but his head was still buried in Shu Qingmo's ear without moving.

"Aren't you getting up?" Shu Qingmo slightly pushed Yan Zonglang's arm, "It's not good for us to be like this..."

Regardless of whether Yan Zonglang is Shu Qingmo's brother-in-law or not, the distance between the two is not a normal social distance.

Hearing this, Yan Zonglang finally stood up straight, but he didn't retreat, he still circled Shu Qingmo in the corner, lazily supporting the wall with both hands.

He lowered his eyes to look at Shu Qingmo, and asked inexplicably, "What brand of laundry detergent do you use?"

"Ah?" Shu Qingmo was stunned, looking at the moon hanging behind Yan Zonglang's ear, a little lost in thought, he forced himself to concentrate, and said honestly, "Blue Moon."

Yan Zonglang took a deep breath, and slowly opened his lips: "You have a fragrance of ink on your body."

Shu Qingmo subconsciously thought that Yan Zonglang was implying that he didn't change clothes, so he said nervously, "I take a bath every day."

Yan Zonglang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't understand the logic in Shu Qingmo's words, but he laughed out loud in the next second.He took a few steps back, leaned against the balcony railing, and asked casually, "What are your plans after graduation?"

"What other plans do you have?" Shu Qingmo touched the back of her neck and walked to Yan Zonglang's side, keeping a proper distance, "Fang Wanrou messed up the work of our city's museum, probably because she wants me to do things for her .”

"It's not just about asking you to help her with things." Yan Zonglang reminded, "You don't have a job of your own, and you can't gain a foothold in society. This is easier for her to control."

Shu Qingmo also understands this truth. An adult, whether he is a rich second generation or a housewife, should have his own career, so that he can resist unknown risks to the greatest extent.

"I will find a way." Shu Qingmo looked at the pond shrouded in night, his eyes gradually cleared, and he said in a flat tone, "It won't make her happy."

Speaking of this, Shu Qingmo suddenly remembered that he hadn't talked about the business, he looked away, looked at Yan Zonglang and said, "Mr. Yan, that painting..."

"How long will it take to paint?" Yan Zonglang asked.

"About a week." Shu Qingmo said.

"Then give it to me next Saturday." Yan Zonglang said.

"Okay." Shu Qingmo nodded.

"It's gone?" Yan Zonglang asked suddenly.

"What?" Shu Qingmo was puzzled.

"Don't you want to be paid?" Yan Zonglang said amusedly, "If you ask you to draw, you can draw. You are so honest, kid?"

Shu Qingmo blushed and stammered, "Isn't that...to let you keep a secret for me?"

"Then have you kept your secret?" Yan Zonglang asked.

Now everyone in the calligraphy and painting circle knows that the third young master of the Shu family has superb mounting skills. He can paint traditional Chinese paintings with his left hand and oil paintings with his right hand. This is no longer a secret, and Yan Zonglang doesn't need to keep it secret.

Shu Qingmo shook her head and whispered, "No."

"So you see, the things I exchanged with you have lost their value, do you still want to paint for me for free?" Yan Zonglang asked.

Shu Qingmo recalled that he didn't want to owe Yan Zonglang any favors before, and even refunded the money for the painting to Yan Zonglang on purpose.His purpose of doing this was nothing more than not wanting to suffer a disadvantage, but now such an obvious disadvantage was right in front of his eyes, but he didn't notice it.

He couldn't help but wonder why Yan Zonglang, as the "beneficiary" of his loss, had to remind him specially?

It's like... a practical teaching.

Shu Qingmo thought about it for a while, and decided to be a good student who knows everything at once, so he followed Yan Zonglang's words and said, "Then I won't give you the fourth painting."

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows: "You dare."

Shu Qingmo couldn't figure it out, it's no good if you give it, and it's no good if you don't give it, what is going on?

He frowned, looked at Yan Zonglang and asked, "Mr. Yan, are you kidding me?"

A look of headache flashed across Yan Zonglang's face, he exhaled helplessly, and said, "Make time for next weekend, and I'll take you somewhere."

Shu Qingmo was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

Yan Zonglang said: "Graduation trip."

Shu Qingmo almost thought that he had an auditory hallucination. At this moment, he vaguely understood what Yan Zonglang meant - he wanted to paint, but he didn't want him to give it away for nothing.

He said it so cryptically that he could tell it was a ghost.

But Shu Qingmo still asked uncertainly: "Mr. Yan, do you want to pay me?"

"Yes." Yan Zonglang said, "I happen to be going on a business trip, so I can bring you with me."

Shu Qingmo had never traveled far in his childhood, so he asked curiously, "Is it somewhere far away?"

If it is far away, then he will not go.

"Not far." Yan Zonglang said, "But you have to stay overnight, so bring your change of clothes."

The place Yan Zonglang wanted to take Shu Qingmo to was the Shishi Mountain in the neighboring city, which is a very famous scenic spot in the south of the Yangtze River.

In fact, Shu Qingmo is not very interested in traveling, compared to that, he prefers to spend his time in the studio.

However, he has encountered too many changes in the past month, and he has long been exhausted physically and mentally. Yan Zonglang said that he would take him to a nearby place to relax. Not only did he not refuse, but he was somewhat looking forward to it.

Before the arrival of Saturday, Fang Wanrou sent someone to deliver another "Lady's Tour in Spring" from the Tang Dynasty, which she said was in the collection of President Huang of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and asked Shu Qingmo to deal with it.

Shu Qingmo remembered that President Huang had said that he was a good-looking talent on the day of the family banquet, and that he didn't follow others to hurt him, so he took the painting without much resistance.

Time quickly passed to Saturday, and Shu Qingmo came to the top floor apartment of Huangjin Building early in the morning with the "Duowen Tianwang Holding the Tower Picture" that he had personally framed.

On the white wall that had been vacant in the restaurant, four pictures of the four heavenly kings were finally hung. Each king has a different look and exquisite shape. The colors of the pictures are clear, bold and bright. Very shocking.

Yan Zonglang stood in front of the dining table, holding his elbow in one hand and propping his chin in the other, staring intently at the four paintings on the wall.

"It's so beautiful." He murmured to himself, then asked Shu Qingmo, "Don't you think so?"

"Uh..." As the creator himself, Shu Qingmo is really not good at boasting, so he said modestly, "It's okay."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Yan Zonglang glanced at Shu Qingmo indifferently, with an unquestionable majesty in his tone, "I say beauty is beauty."

Shu Qingmo touched the back of his neck embarrassingly. To be honest, he himself felt that this series had brought out his best level in traditional Chinese painting.

Even after 10 minutes passed, Yan Zonglang remained motionless.

Shu Qingmo looked at the time and couldn't help reminding: "Mr. Yan, are we still leaving?"

Yan Zonglang said: "Wait a little longer."

Shu Qingmo could see that Yan Zonglang liked his paintings very much, and he stayed quietly aside without further urging, after all, there is no author who does not want his works to be appreciated by others.

After a few more minutes, Secretary Chen from downstairs finally called. Yan Zonglang put away his thoughts on admiring the paintings, and brought Shu Qingmo to the underground parking lot on the third floor of Huangjin negative.

This trip, Yan Zonglang changed to a huge white off-road vehicle. When Shu Qingmo followed, Yan Zonglang's secretary, driver and bodyguards were already waiting beside the car.

When Shu Qingmo was drugged by Shu Yichen before, she met Yan Zonglang's bodyguard.Seeing him again this time is still very novel, so I can't help but glance at the tall, unsmiling bodyguard.

The white off-road vehicle can take five people including the driver. Secretary Chen sits in the passenger seat, and the rear row from right to left is the bodyguard, Shu Qingmo and Yan Zonglang.

It takes at least two or three hours to arrive at Shishi Mountain from Huangjin. Shu Qingmo slept very late last night to adjust the scroll, and got up early today, so he started to feel dizzy not long after the car was on the highway. sleep.

His head bobbed up and down rhythmically, and sometimes he would wake up for a while when he encountered a sharp turn or speed bump, but after a while he couldn't help but start to doze off again.

After an unknown amount of time, Shu Qingmo felt his head hit a hard object.He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that it was the shoulder of the bodyguard beside him.He looked up at the bodyguard and said, "Sorry."

The bodyguard just nodded politely and didn't answer.

But at this moment, Shu Qingmo suddenly stretched out a hand from his left side, hooked his temple, and brought his head to the left.

Shu Qingmo leaned his head against another hard object, and at the same time, Yan Zonglang's slow voice sounded above his head: "I can lend you my shoulder."

Shu Qingmo woke up suddenly, he and Yan Zonglang didn't seem to be familiar enough to sleep on their shoulders, right?

He sat up straight, looked at his knees cautiously and said, "I'm not sleepy anymore, Mr. Yan."

Yan Zonglang pursed his lips, a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes, he hesitated to speak.But in the end he just frowned imperceptibly, and then glanced expressionlessly at the bodyguard on the other side.

Bodyguard: Boss, I am wronged