A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Zhuang Zhoucheng did not let anyone alarm him.

He said he had an appointment and wanted to discuss something.

The manager took Zhuang Zhoucheng to the private room that Huo Yan had already completed.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked into the private room and was stunned for a second.

This private room is not big, but the colorful paintings on the wall are really eye-catching and eye-catching.

The colors are bright and harmonious, with a vast starry sky and a fantasy forest. It is stunning at first glance, comfortable at second glance, and realistic at third glance. This painting style combines oil painting with the unrestrained style of free creation.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was shocked by the rich colors. He turned sideways and asked, "These paintings are..."

The manager immediately replied like he was presenting a treasure:

"Mr. Zhou, this was painted by Ji Shao's classmate. She comes here every day when she has free time, and she never misses a day. And, Mr. Zhou, this is her original work. It's called 'Running to the Moon.' She said that once the entire third floor mural is finished, it will tell the complete story of 'Running to the Moon.'"

Zhuang Zhoucheng then remembered that Ji Wuwei had offered Huo Yan a part-time job. He had thought it was just a joke, but he hadn't expected Huo Yan to be so capable.

This level was beyond his expectations.

She has ideas and a good way of expressing them, so it's no wonder she was able to copy that landscape painting so perfectly. Her skill must have been cultivated since childhood.

Zhuang Zhoucheng entered the private room and sat in the lounge area drinking tea.

There was a waiter serving him. When he saw him drink one glass, he immediately poured him another one.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't know why, but based on his understanding of Zhuang Yu Nuan, he knew that Zhuang Yu Nuan would definitely come to find Huo Yan.

It was easy for Zhuang Yu Nuan to find a place in Kyoto.

It came slower than he expected, which surprised Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Huo Yan is now painting in the private room in the middle. In this room, except for the walls that need to be painted, everything else, including the floor, is sealed with protective film.

Huo Yan waved paint in the white space. Ji Wuwei stood at the door several times, but finally walked out.

After a while, Ji Wuwei appeared with a cup of milk tea:

"Huo Yan, the manager wants some milk tea. I brought you one."

Huo Yan didn't believe it. If the workers treated everyone to a cup of milk tea, then all their work today would be in vain.

"I do not want."

The milk tea was handed to Huo Yan, but Huo Yan blocked it and refused.

Ji Wuwei was very hurt, "Yan Yan, what do you want in exchange for forgiveness?"

Huo Yan turned to Ji Wuwei and said seriously:

"Mr. Ji, I'm very grateful for the part-time job you gave me, but I'm only working for you, not selling myself to you. You can't tell me what to do, and you can't use my family affairs to hurt me. Even if we're good friends, there's a limit to how much we can joke around. Besides, we're not even friends yet!"

Ji Wuwei explained dejectedly:

"I know. From now on, I will be careful with what I say and do."

Huo Yan snorted lightly: "I don't care what Master Ji does."

Ji Wuwei has already transferred the full amount of 500,000 yuan to her, and she doesn't want to return it.

She didn't know when her father would wake up, and his medical expenses were a bottomless pit. Moreover, she wanted to save money to rescue her brother.

My brother was wrongly accused, but just because his family went bankrupt, those people tortured him to death.

Ji Wuwei laughed happily when he heard what Huo Yan said. Huo Yan's tone seemed to be giving him a way out.

Ji Wuwei was very happy and said:

"I know you're afraid I'll do something stupid to you again, so just treat me as your sister."

He thought, first be friends, then sister, and become a little darling overnight. When the relationship is close, if the timing is right, he can make his sister his sweetheart with one shot.

The brush in Huo Yan's hand stopped, and she slowly turned to Ji Wuwei.

"younger sister?"