Dumb painter giants grudge

He Shishen never liked to deal with people he didn't know well. If his parents hadn't urged him to coax him, he wouldn't have come to this so-called reception.

The Wen family is not a big family, and there is still a gap with the He family, but recently they have done a big business, and the market value has doubled several times.

The Wen family took the opportunity to work hard on the second round of business transactions, and held a reception to invite people from the industry to share in the rewards, also intending to recruit allies.

He Shishen was not interested in this, but He's mother heard that there was a dignified and beautiful second daughter named Wen Yi in the Wen family, and the two elders urged He Shishen to come to the reception.

However, He Shishen turned around a few times, but Wen Qianjin didn't see anything, but bumped into a small garden by mistake.

There is a small one-storey house in the small garden. The door is open and the lights are still on. The warm light from the windows is reflected on the wisteria outside.

This was more interesting than drinking and saying polite words. The door was open, but He Shishen still knocked on the door politely.

This room is not big, after a glance, it looks like a studio, and there is no one there.

He Shishen lifted his foot and walked in.

"Clap."

He Shishen looked down and saw that he stepped on a tube of white paint, the paint was squeezed out and splashed on his leather shoes and trouser legs.

"Damn it." He Shishen frowned, found a pile of paint on the ground, and carefully walked around the pile of paint.

"Paper, paper..." He Shishen muttered to himself, looking around for wipeable objects.

Finally, he found a rag behind a drawing board, took it and squatted down to polish his shoes.

"Damn, why can't this be wiped off?"

He Shishen wiped it vigorously a few times, but it became more and more dirty. He simply threw away the rag and rubbed his trouser legs with his hands, trying to save it.

At this moment, a black figure appeared on the floor, and He Shishen looked up.

A man was looking down at him.

"..." He Shishen felt a little embarrassed, and immediately got up, "Well, I passed by."

The man didn't speak, but glanced at He Shishen's feet.

Sure enough, it was still embarrassing, He Shishen said dryly when he saw this, "Then what, is this studio yours?"

The man frowned and nodded.

He Shishen really didn't want to accept this result, "I was passing by and wanted to come in to ask for a glass of water, but I accidentally stepped on the paint at your door, I'm sorry."

The man still didn't speak, he turned around and took out a bottle of transparent liquid from a box in the corner.

He Shishen was stunned, the other party really didn't think he wanted to drink water.

"I'm not thirsty anymore, thank you, I'm going first." He Shishen wanted to flee the scene immediately.

But the man grabbed him and pointed to He Shishen's trouser leg.

"Huh?" He Shishen didn't understand.

But the man took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, poured the bottle of liquid on the handkerchief, and then handed the handkerchief to He Shishen.

"I don't wipe my sweat." He Shishen didn't understand.

The man finally showed a speechless expression, he just squatted down and wiped He Shishen's trouser legs with the handkerchief...

Who can enjoy this kind of treatment with peace of mind, He Shishen immediately squatted down, grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it by himself.

"I'll do it myself." He Shishen was too embarrassed to look up at the person in front of him.

The man still didn't speak, he got up and walked to the easel, judging by his posture, it should be his painting.

After a while, the trouser legs were indeed much cleaner. He Shishen got up and straightened his clothes, walked to the easel, and said to the man, "Thank you."

The man didn't look at him, just shook his head and continued to draw lines.

He Shishen was puzzled, why didn't this man say a word.

Standing like this for another half a minute, He Shishen felt that this was too strange, so he took the initiative to speak again: "He Shishen, can I ask my friend your name."

The man's drawing hand stopped suddenly, put down the pencil in his hand, picked up a black pen beside him, and directly wrote two large characters on the sketch that hadn't been drawn much: Wen Rang.

"Wen Rang?"

After He Shishen read out, he thought of something, "I'm sorry."

Wen Rang still shook his head and did not speak.

"Why, Mr. Wen, um, why didn't he speak?" He Shishen still couldn't help asking.

This time, Wen Rang didn't even shake his head in response.

"Sorry, I'm just curious..."

Before He Shishen finished speaking, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He quickly said sorry, and left the studio to answer the phone.

"Brat, where have you been? Come quickly to the hall, Miss Wen also wants to see you, so don't run away..."

Mother He's urging voice came from the phone, and He Shishen got a little impatient, answered a few words, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

After hanging up the phone, He Shishen went into the studio again, and Wen Rang had already pasted up the drawing paper and redoing the draft.

"Mr. Wen, I have something to leave first. I have bothered you a lot earlier. If Mr. Wen is willing, can I ask Mr. He to buy you a drink tomorrow?" He Shishen said in a serious and serious tone.

Wen Rang paused the pen in his hand and shook his head.

"Then it's decided like this. Tomorrow I will send someone to inform Mr. Wen, and I will leave first."

He Shishen simply ignored Wen Rang's refusal, turned around and left the studio.

Wen Rang drew a few more strokes, but finally stopped, turned his head to look outside the door, and could vaguely see the back of He Shishen going away.

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He Shishen felt something in his hand when he was about to walk to Wen's hall.

It was the handkerchief Wen Rang used to wipe his trouser legs.

Taking a closer look, it was still a handkerchief with embroidered patterns on the four corners. He Shishen thought it looked a little nice, just like Wen Rang himself, pretty and delicate.

"Damn it, why would I think so." He Shishen was struck by his own thoughts.

But he still neatly folded the wet, paint-stained handkerchief, and put it securely in the inner pocket of his coat.

After entering the hall, many people looked at him. Mother He saw He Shishen entering the door at a glance, and hurried over to grab his arm.

"Your father and Wen's father and daughter are waiting there. Where did you go?" Even though He's mother was in a hurry, she still maintained an elegant posture.

He Shishen suddenly breathed out, "No, just walk around."

After turning a corner, Father He was talking with a middle-aged man, and beside the middle-aged man stood a beautiful woman, who must be Father Wen and his daughter Wen Yi.

"Shi Shen, come here quickly." Father He waved to the mother and son.

He Shishen tried his best to restore his usual expression, and walked to He's father with He's mother on his arm.

"This is Young Master He, right? He is really handsome and has an extraordinary bearing." Father Wen spoke first.

"Where is it? Uncle has praised you." He Shishen maintained a polite smile on his face.

He's mother smiled and said: "Miss Wen is also gentle and virtuous, with snowy skin and beautiful appearance."

Wen Yi pursed her lips shyly, "Auntie is too proud."