Chapter 7 (1/2)

”I said Lulu, you spend 100 yuan to buy a sketch. It's too much money, isn't it? Money and willfulness? ”

”And art signatures!”

”You're happy to say that online art signature design is a huge collection of five pieces per search.”

”The cheap designs sold on the Internet are similar to ghost painters. I just like this one. I can recognize my name and look good. If you look at the picture of the sketch I took, don't you think it's very good-looking? You don't know. The girl who painted me later looked at me with that kind of gentle and doting eyes and said to me, ”I painted you in my eyes.” Oh, my God, I got goose bumps at that moment. It's too sumptuous and has wood? ”

”I don't want to talk about you. Anyway, if you don't have money, you can ask for it at home. If you don't, the supervisor is coming. I have to work. I don't have such a good life as you.”

Liu Lu curled up, took her mobile phone away from her ear, and muttered, ”it seems like my parents' money is from the wind, and I didn't spend it. I think it's worth it.” She looked at the sketch in her hand and was more satisfied with it.

”May I have a look at the picture in your hand?” A low magnetic voice came out of nowhere.

Liu Lu was shocked to find that there were two more men beside her. The stout man was in his early thirties. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. His arm muscles were strong. He looked very man. The other one was

Her eyes just began to look and she was caught. There was no angry expression on the other side's face, but she felt more scared than her father when he was angry. She dared not look at it again. She mistook her eyes and handed over the paper in her hand.

”Ding!” The elevator door opens.

”I'm going into the elevator.” By the chance of speaking, Liu Lu looks at the man beside her. The expression of the face with low eyes is too calm. The long eyelashes cover the only eyes that can reveal emotion.

Wow, so handsome!

As for the handsome place, Liu Lu can't say that it looks like the perfect face carved out by the stars, but it makes people feel very handsome, and it's quite tall. It's not as tall as the strong man next to it, but it's not thin.

”Where is the man who painted this?” The man raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Lu, looking more serious.

”By the big flower bed in Baihua square.” Liu Lu was stared at by this condensed line of sight, and immediately answered honestly.

The man turned and walked out. Liu Lu looked at the paper held by the man's hand, and remembered that his things were still in the hands of others. He hurriedly ran after him and shouted, ”my painting -”

the man stopped and turned to look at Liu Lu. His eyes were like a sharp sword, which split her courage to ask for something back.

”How much is the compensation to you?”

”I, I don't want money...”

During Liu Lu's speech, the strong man beside the man has been instructed to take out a pile of banknotes with a visual inspection of thousands of yuan from his wallet and deliver them to her.

”No, i...”

Another pile.

”Not enough?” The man flicked out two words.

Liu Lu shut up in silence.

After the two people left their sight, Liu Lu looked down at the hard money in her hand, and counted the number of pieces secretly, 27 pieces. She made two thousand six hundred yuan in a flash, excluding the 100 yuan cost!

”This is the real money willful ah!”

I still don't know that Sheng Jiaoyang, who sold more than two thousand yuan of his paintings by hand, is still working hard to help people design and sign. A signed design drawing of ten yuan is not expensive. The money saved for a cup of milk tea is enough. Some people who eat melon are excited and place an order. She hasn't been asked to draw a sketch yet.

Sheng Jiaoyang trades several art signed design manuscripts, and is preparing to change to a cool place to continue to struggle, so as to hide from the more and more warm sunshine. Just after receiving the guy, in the dark, a person is blocking her.

”You painted it?” It's a familiar voice that fills the ear.

Sheng Jiaoyang narrowed her eyes and saw what was close to her eyes. It was her opening work today, a sketch of Liu Lu. Then, I saw the blood jade wrench on my thumb holding a corner of the paper, and my heart suddenly clicked.

Slowly raise your head and look up along the arm. What you see is Shen Zhining's uncertain face.

Sheng Jiaoyang's lips trembled, thinking of his present identity, he found his calmness: ”it's me, what can I do for you?”