Aloof and abstinent surgeon

As they were talking, they walked to the side of the easel. Leng Feng came over and asked, "Girl, are you okay?"

Li Qian said: "Brother Bing, I'm fine, let's go home."

Leng Feng glanced at Yun Feiyang and began to help Li Qian pack up. He moved the easel and painting tools into the trunk of the car.

Yun Feiyang also asked the driver to help him move the easel to the trunk.

Leng Feng turned the car around and drove towards the East Suburb Villa. He said, "Girl, Yun Feiyang's driver knocked me out. I was careless today. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Li Qian said, "No, Yun Feiyang said that he wanted to paint a series of oil paintings of the Wushan Goddess and Mountain Ghosts, and wanted me to be his model."

Leng Feng did not study painting, this is his blind spot in knowledge, so he does not understand what the Goddess of Wushan is.

After arriving at the East Suburb Villa, Li Qian went to the garden, looked at her bluefish, and cut a handful of spiritual herbs by the pond and threw them into the fish pond.

She just went up to the second floor, Li Qian entered the study and sat on the sofa next to her. She then said to Nangong Jin, "Brother Jin, let me tell you something."

Nangong Jin asked softly, "Qianqian, what's the matter?"

Li Qian said: "Tomorrow morning, Yun Feiyang wants to come to the East Suburb Villa to give me an oil painting lesson."

Nangong Jin asked: "If Yun Feiyang comes to teach you, what about Teacher Gu?"

"Yun Feiyang said that he had two female students and introduced them to Teacher Gu, saying that he would take care of everything."

Nangong Jin said: "You can let him take online classes at home."

"Yun Feiyang said that he prefers on-site teaching, so that if students have questions, he can personally guide them."

Nangong Jin asked: "Have you told him about the salary issue?"

Li Qian said: "Yes, I said, he might as well go to teach at a university, the salary at a university is probably very high.

He has an arrogant look, as if he has no shortage of money.”

Nangong Jin said: "Since Yun Feiyang is willing to teach you, let him teach you."

Li Qian said, "Brother Jin, there is one more thing. Next week, Yun Feiyang wants me to be his model. He wants to paint a series of oil paintings of the Wushan Goddess and Mountain Ghosts."

Nangong Jin was somewhat lacking in knowledge regarding painting, as this was his blind spot.

However, Nangong Jin could search on Baidu, so he used his mobile phone to search on Baidu.

After he finished browsing the oil paintings of the Wushan Goddess and Mountain Ghost series.

Nangong Jin was opposed to this in his heart. He did not agree with his wife to be a model for Yun Feiyang because the goddess in the painting was basically naked.

Nangong Jin said: "I don't agree to let you be a model for Yun Feiyang."

Li Qian's lips twitched slightly, "Brother Jin, he said that it's okay if I don't take off my clothes, so I agreed to him."

Nangong Jin asked: "Did he let you be a nude model at the beginning?"

Li Qian said: "Yes, he said that I have a kind of simple, pure and primitive beauty.

I disagreed, and then Yun Feiyang said that I could wear gauze, but I didn’t agree with that either.

I said, tulle is transparent, what's the difference between it and being naked?

He said that wearing gauze is a kind of hazy beauty.

I said, he could go to a nightclub and find a prostitute. As long as the money is right, she will definitely be willing to be his nude model.

He said they were dirty and an insult to his art."

Nangong Jin said, “As long as you don’t take off your clothes, it’s fine. I’ll go with you then. I want to see if this damn boy can actually paint you into a flower!”

"Yun Feiyang said that he was a graduate of the Paris École des Beaux-Arts and he could teach me oil painting, watercolor, sculpture and photography.

Today, he took two photos of me. I'll show them to you. They're so beautiful, just like the cover photos of a magazine."

Li Qian showed Nangong Jin the photos in her phone.

After watching it, he said, "He really managed to produce a blockbuster film, and he really deserves to be an artist.

Qianqian, what do you think of Yun Feiyang?"

Li Qian felt that this was a life-threatening question, and if she didn't answer it well, it was possible that she would make the boss angry.

So she answered very cautiously, "It's OK. We have a lot in common. For example, we can talk about Renaissance painters and their works of art."

Before she finished her words, she fell exhausted on the sofa and fell asleep after a while.

This afternoon, Nangong Jin checked the surveillance footage from the rooftop of Dihao Bar and found that the two of them did have a lot in common.

Yun Feiyang also said that Li Qian is like Yuan Jiapei, the heroine in Qiong Yao's novel, "Too Hurry, Too Hurry".

This was Nangong Jin's blind spot in knowledge. He searched on Baidu and found that Yuan Jiapei was very talented, but a little fickle.

In the following conversation, Li Qian said that she had a soul that had nowhere to go, and she loved freedom unrestrainedly.

This little girl is so wild and does whatever she wants. Isn't she the same as Yuan Jiapei?

Afterwards, they also talked about the plot of Qiong Yao's novel, Ask the Setting Sun.

Later, the two of them talked about movies again and found that they liked the same movies.

Nangong Jin looked at the little woman lying on the sofa. He brought her to the banquet last night just in case some bad woman might attack him.

Instead of meeting a bad woman, Li Qian met Yun Feiyang, a painter.

Nangong Jin didn't understand why artists didn't like crowds, but instead loved adventure and horror movies.

Their interests and hobbies are in sync.

Nangong Jin rubbed his temples. Last night, the two of them chatted for an hour. Today, Yun Feiyang asked her to go sketching again.

During dinner, Nangong Jin woke her up. Li Qian went downstairs with sleepy eyes. After dinner, she went up to the eighth floor, brushed her teeth, did a set of yoga, and went to bed.

Nangong Jin washed up and went to bed.

The next morning, which was Monday, Li Qian got up as soon as the alarm clock rang at 8:30 and went downstairs to have breakfast. When it was almost nine o'clock, Yun Feiyang called her and asked her to open the door.

Li Qian went to Leng Feng's bedroom, took the remote control of the front door and pressed it.

Yun Feiyang drove a Paraiba tourmaline-colored Lamborghini.

After he got off the car, he walked over to Li Qian with his long legs.

Li Qian said: "I will help you record your fingerprint and clock in. If you forget to clock in in the future, I will deduct your salary."

Yun Feiyang's lips twitched slightly, "I will definitely not forget it."

After he punched in, the two of them went to the studio on the second floor.

Li Qian said, "From Monday to Wednesday, we will learn oil painting, on Thursday we will have a watercolor class, and on Friday we will have a sculpture class. What do you think?"

Yun Feiyang said: "No problem."

Yun Feiyang handed her the design drawings of the Wushan Goddess and Mountain Ghost series of clothes.

Li Qian took it and looked at it. She found the clothes were quite nice, the kind that looked fairy-like.

She said: "Originally, I was thinking of drawing the design in the afternoon, but since you have already finished it, I won't draw it.

For the material of the clothes, I will use white silk brocade, which is very light and has a fairy-like feeling. "

Yun Feiyang said: "Okay, then give me the fabric and I will help you make it."

Li Qian opened her mouth slightly, "You can also make clothes?"

Yun Feiyang said, “Yes.”

Li Qian said, "It seems like your art academy doesn't have fashion design."

Yun Feiyang said: "I studied fashion design for a year at another university."