Dumb painter giants grudge

What do you want me to say? "What did you say?" He Shishen's back felt cold.

Song Li said calmly, "I said, 'WF' was designed by Wen Rang himself, and of course it is limited to packaging design."

"Mr. Song, are you joking?" He Shishen clenched his fists.

"Are you kidding? Mr. He will know when he goes back and ask Wen Rang, but after thinking about it carefully, Mr. He, it's not like Wen Rang doesn't have this talent." Song Li enjoyed watching the other party change his face.

He Shishen thought of the box of samples at home.

Song Li added: "Oh, by the way, Wen Rang not only designed the 'WF' for us, but the new generation of exterior design also came from Wen Rang, not only us, but even Mr. He probably didn't think of it, right? Wen Rang's level is so high."

------How can it be.

—————How could this happen, really.

"Why did Wen Rang help you?" He Shishen didn't know where to start asking.

Song Li shook his head, "Well, how do I know, maybe it's nostalgia, or maybe it's a lack of money, after all, the design fee is not low, but Mr. He's net worth is over [-] million, Wen Rang should not be short of this money. .”

Impossible, Wenrang would not be like this, the voices in He Shishen's heart became dense.

"You found him?"

Song Li frowned, "Of course not, it should be a coincidence, but it doesn't matter who looks for anyone, the main thing is, Wen Rang really helped us a lot, I don't know how to thank him, if there is no him, We are afraid that we don't know when we will have a chance to be noticed by Mr. He, right?"

"Mr. Song, please be polite." He Shishen wrote clearly.

Song Li threw the cigarettes into the trash can by the door, "I thought Mr. He knew about it. After all, I sent him samples a long time ago. So Mr. He really didn't know."

"Mr. Song is really generous."

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk to Mr. He. I remember that Mr. He has something to do, right? Let's talk next time?"

He Shishen hid the hostility in his eyes, and walked away.

Song Li watched the other party's disappearing figure, finally put away his false smile, and snorted softly.

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Wen Rang drew for three hours and used several sheets of draft paper, but failed to draw a satisfactory draft.

In fact, he didn't quite remember what the photo looked like, the original photo was in Wen's house, so he could only sketch it from memory.

He remembered that the order of the four people's positions from left to right was Ajie, Song Li, then himself, and Akai was on the far right.

Wen Rang leaned over the table again, trying to restore a draft template with a pencil.

But it’s been too long since I’ve seen Ajie, he only drew Ajie’s limbs, leaving his face blank, and then Song Li, Song Li didn’t draw too much detail, but he can probably tell that it’s him, then After all, he was himself, and he couldn't think of how to draw himself, after all, self-portraits are often difficult to draw.

He was so absorbed in this place that he didn't even hear the sound of someone entering the house.

After He Shishen came home, he saw that there was no one in the living room, so he immediately went upstairs to the bedroom.

The bedroom was also empty. He tried his best to recall something, then opened the drawer of the bedside table, and sure enough, he found a gift bag on the last floor.

There are two things in the gift bag, which He Shishen is very familiar with.

One is Song's new generation, and the other is 'WF' which was just exhibited today.

Both are only internal test samples, because there is no information on the origin of any merchant.

He Shishen held these two things tightly, with mixed feelings in his heart, he dared not believe what Song Li said.

Could it be that Wen Rang is the force behind the suppression of He Zong these days?

He Shishen packed the things back and put them back in the drawer, then sat on the bedside and meditated for a long time.

Are you going to ask him? What if Wen Rang admits it.

What if Wen Rang was used, would Wen Rang feel guilty?Will you leave yourself because of this?

What if Wen Rang really wanted to help Song Li?Are they just friends?

Why did Wen Rang help him? Is he short of money?Or favor?Why didn't Wen Rang tell himself?

—————Why is he always hiding from me.

———— Who is Song Li?

With a lot of questions, He Shishen went downstairs with heavy steps.

Isn't he at home? He Shishen turned to the kitchen and could only go to the studio.

The studio door was usually open, and He Shishen saw Wen Rang standing in front of the desk and writing with both hands on the desk.

If everything else was left behind, He Shishen really wanted to watch the screen for a long time.

He Shishen's footsteps were very light, and Wen Rang didn't feel anyone behind him.

He Shishen stood behind the other party like this for a long time, until He Shishen finally couldn't bear it anymore and hugged him from behind, Wen Rang reacted in shock.

"I'm back." He Shishen put his mouth behind the other's ear.

After thousands of words, He Shishen held back.

Wen Rang stopped the pen in his hand, and immediately turned over the drawing paper to cover it.

"What are you drawing, show me." He Shishen stretched out a hand to turn over the paper.

Wen Rang pressed the painting tightly with his hands, feeling guilty.

This aroused the other party's doubts. He Shishen restrained the other party with one hand, and then turned the drawing paper over and pressed it on the table.

Time seemed to have stopped, and both pairs of eyes fell on the painting.

It was quite a rough drawing, only three human figures were drawn with pencils, and the other one only drew human limbs.

He Shishen had a serious face. Of the three people in the painting, he didn't recognize the one on the far left who didn't have a face painted on, as did the one on the far right, but the one in the middle, even though the drawing was very rough, he could still guess a thing or two.

He is gentle and wears glasses, who else can he be except Song Li.

He Shishen's throat felt like a fishbone was stuck, and he said with difficulty: "You are painting him."

Wen let the pen in his hand fall to the ground, his body stiffened.

"answer me."

"Are you drawing him?"

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, He Shishen's heart seemed to be on fire. He hugged Wen Rang's waist tightly with both hands, and bit his head down on the back of the other party's neck and shoulders.

"Hiss..." Hearing it hurts.

He Shishen slapped the other party's neck marks all over.

Wen Rang's lower abdomen was not uncommonly raped, but he had never been raped so unemotionally.

He Shishen's chest was pressed against the opponent's back, and the temperature rose in bursts, and Wen Rang was forced to throw both hands on the table.

No one can see anyone's face.

He Shishen loosened the other party's furniture neatly, and there was no room to break free to stop or refuse.

The front man opened his mouth, but He Shishen didn't even make any extra moves.

The prop was hit hard, and no one knew where the pain was anyway.

Wen Rang's knees occasionally bumped into the feet of the table, and his hands struggled to attach to the table.

He Shishen seemed to be ill, put a nearby pen into Wen Rang's hand, and whispered in his ear angrily, "Keep drawing."

Wen Rang held the pen, as if he had been humiliated. He Shishen didn't let him go. Just as the tip of the pen touched the paper, it was shaken by a movement and drew a long line.

"Come on, draw well, let me see if you draw well."

He Shishen grabbed the opponent's left hand with one hand, supported the other's pen with the other, and kept busy with their affairs.

This was the first time He Shishen got angry with Wen Rang, and it was a long-standing discomfort. He didn't understand Wen Rang's reservations about him, and he didn't understand why there was something unspeakable between Song Li and Wen Rang. Not to mention, what he didn't know, Song Li knew everything.

All the resentment turned into the punishment of strength and handed over to Wen Rang.

Wen Rang held the pen, and there was no movement for a long time. It was two people who made movement.

"Draw, keep drawing, don't hide from me."

He Shishen saw that the more Wen Rang was like this, the harder it was for him to get angry.

Wen Rang couldn't bear the force, he broke free from He Shishen's hand, and tore the drawing paper in half.

Together with himself, he was also torn apart.

With a slap, Wen Rang's tears hit the table. He Shishen was angry and uncomfortable. After he came out, he lifted the other party up and went to the next room.