Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

It is a pity that Ye Zhao's sincere speech did not impress Pei Hong at all.

But this is also a reasonable thing.

Pei Hong, who has always been wary, never revealed any news about her family to her teammates who get along day and night, let alone Ye Zhao, whom she just met.

However, Pei Hong was by no means an uninterested person, he still accepted Ye Zhao's kindness gladly, raised his head and smiled at Ye Zhao: "Thank you."

**********

Ye Zhao's studio was a little messier than the previous two visits. As soon as Pei Hong lifted his foot to enter the door, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening in the room.

"Oh my boss, you are back."

Pei Hong raised her head, and saw a boy in black holding a pile of fashion and art magazines, and ran out of the room full of game discs, as if he was busy cleaning the house.

Followed closely behind was a woman in a short lake blue skirt, her slender and graceful figure was fully displayed by this skirt, her face was painted with delicate makeup, and the tear mole under her eyes was even more charming.

Ye Zhao raised his hand and casually threw the key into the exquisite small porcelain bowl at the door, looked at the woman who was staring at him, then turned to look at his assistant, then sighed, raised his hand and loosened the two buttons on the shirt. button.

After passing the girl directly, Ye Zhao walked in as if no one was there, and said lightly, "I haven't sent you away yet."

"Where do you want to beat me to?"

Before the assistant could reply, the girl couldn't hold back any longer. She sized Pei Hong's body and then focused her attention on Ye Zhao again.

"Thailand? Singapore? Indonesia?"

"Indonesia?" Ye Zhao poured a glass of water, and when he was about to drink, he was startled by the woman's words, and snorted in disbelief, "You don't even want to go out of this door now."

"Ye Zhao," the woman took a step forward, stood in front of Ye Zhao, her arrogance gradually lowered her head, and she put her hands on the marble table of the bar, "You and I are both students of Professor Ye, we are Fellow, you should know if..."

"Hey, don't." Hearing this, Ye Zhao quickly raised his hand to make the woman shut up, "I'll let it go, don't take Professor Ye along."

"you……"

"Pei Hong come in and sit down, Mu Mu went to pour a glass of water." Ye Zhao beckoned Pei Hong to come in, and interrupted the words in the woman's mouth before she had time to say it.

Hearing what Ye Zhao said, Wang Mu quickly nodded. Originally, the task of "sending this woman away within half an hour" that Ye Zhao had entrusted to him had not been successfully completed. Naturally, he didn't dare to neglect the opportunity, so he took Pei Hong into the living room and sat on the sofa without saying a word. After pouring water, he almost beat his legs and rubbed his shoulders.

It's just that Pei Hong's mind is not on this at all at the moment. He is more curious about who this woman is and what kind of relationship she has with Ye Zhao.

The god's perspective of staying out of the way made the gossip soul in his body burn.

"Ye Zhao, you may not know what this painting means to me."

"You sold it to an Italian art exhibition, I know." Ye Zhao smiled, "Taking plagiarized works to a world-class art exhibition is embarrassing, let alone Deng Mian, after 20 years of learning, you are really a big sister Big."

"Do you have to be so aggressive?" Deng Mian clasped her hands across her chest, her cherries-colored nails were almost embedded in her skin, "You just said that I have been studying with Professor Ye for 20 years, and the 20 years Not to mention how much money I have given Professor Ye in the end, you are not willing to let me go when it comes to the relationship accumulated between us in the past 20 years?"

"If Professor Ye knows that 20 years after you have mastered the skills, you still have to compete with plagiarized things, then he will not accept you from the beginning." The expression on Ye Zhao's face is still calm, but he does not know the anger in his heart But it is already so prosperous that it can burn twenty Tang Pozi, "So this thing was wrong from the beginning."

In fact, Ye Zhao is not a person who is good at hiding his emotions, but because Pei Hong is here now, he is not easy to get angry, let alone scare Pei Hong.

"Blame me," Deng Mian sneered, stretched out his hand to push back his hair, and raised his chin, "Blame me for being shallow and ignorant, and copying the works of his most proud son."

"Shallowness and ignorance are true, but I don't agree with the latter sentence." Ye Zhao put down the cup in his hand and looked at Deng Mian's face, "It's because you copied my work that you have such a long time now." Decide whether you want to cancel the work in private and apologize to me, and drop by my studio to have a blast."

Deng Mian froze for a moment.

"Try someone else." Ye Zhao narrowed his eyes, and the deep breath that came out of his throat carried a sense of danger, which made people frightened.

Deng Mian shook her head in despair, and reached out to grab Ye Zhao's hand, but Ye Zhao dodged it.

"You don't know how long it took me to get this chance to compete..."

"I'm about to get an offer from Milan..."

"Ye Zhao, you can't be so heartless..."

"If the same thing happened to Ye Qian, he would definitely not be so aggressive..."

"You're going to ruin my life..."

"I don't care what happens to Ye Qian." Ye Zhao sighed, turned around and took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, "You just need to know that you are the one who ruined your life."

"So this is your attitude towards this matter, right?" Deng Mian's eyes were flushed, and her lips were trembling, as if hoping that there would be even the slightest chance of turning around in this dead game.

But no more.

Ye Zhao was not talking, and his exquisite facial features were full of indescribable indifference and determination.

"Ye Zhao...you will definitely regret it."

Deng Mian took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

After saying this, she paused for a moment in disbelief, as if waiting for something, but the wait was fruitless, and finally picked up the satchel she had put aside, opened the door and left.

"Go and see it off." These were the last words Ye Zhao said before Deng Mian left the studio.

Wang Mu also heard the sound and followed out.

Pei Hong, a melon-eating crowd, sat and watched, with a face of "I don't know what's wrong, we dare not say, we dare not ask."

Seeing Pei Hong sitting there stupidly, Ye Zhao suddenly came to his senses and realized that he still had a mission today and made Pei Hong wait for a long time, so he quickly smiled apologetically and walked over.

"Just……"

In fact, Pei Hong didn't know whether she should ask or not, but she had to pay attention to the attitude of the two people who were facing each other just now, as if they were about to quarrel.

Otherwise, you will suffocate yourself.

"Professor Ye's student, I'm a senior sister." Ye Zhao had nothing to shy away from. He picked up the bottle of wine that had just been taken off the wine shelf, wiped the dust on it, and then took out the corkscrew from the drawer.

"Professor Ye is...your father?"

"Yes." Ye Zhao replied.

"Then what I heard you say about plagiarism just now?"

"It's nothing." Ye Zhao smiled, with a face full of indifference, "it's a common thing in the circle."

"Actually, you are quite angry..."

What Pei Hong said was a little cautious, because after all, he had not been in contact with Ye Zhao for a long time, and Pei Hong couldn't figure out Ye Zhao's temperament.

But just for this moment, Pei Hong felt that Ye Zhao was not as chic and at ease as he appeared on the surface, and felt aggrieved in his heart.

"It's a lie not to be angry." Ye Zhao didn't deny Pei Hong's words, and shrugged with a smile.

"Then will she apologize to you?"

"do not know."

"..."

Pei Hong suddenly felt that she was a bit confused about Ye Zhao. Previously, it made people feel that everything except painting was a bit foolish, and he was a young master who basically had nothing to worry about.

But now it seems that this young master is not without worries, but he usually doesn't want to let outsiders know that's all.

"We have to catch up with Pei Hong in these two days."

After Ye Zhao opened the wine, he put it aside, didn't bother to get the decanter, and planned to talk later.

"why?"

In my impression, Ye Zhao has always taken an unhurried attitude towards this painting, and it doesn't matter if it is faster or slower. Today, he suddenly said in a serious manner that he must hurry up, which surprised Pei Hong a bit.

"I'm going to go to other provinces next week to collect folk songs, and it will take a week before I can come back."

"Collecting the wind? Where are you going?"

"Ling Yi."

……

Lingyi...

Pei Hong never dreamed that he would hear from Ye Zhao, a wealthy young man, that his hometown was a poor and remote place.

Although it is not yet the hottest time in Lingyi, but seeing that it is coming to June, it is about to enter the summer heat. At this time, Ye Zhao said that he would go to Lingyi to collect wind?

"What's the matter?" Ye Zhao probably saw that something was wrong with Pei Hong's expression, so he asked.

"Ah? No..." Pei Hong quickly waved her hands, "It's okay."

Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that Pei Hong didn't want to say more, she didn't ask any more questions.

**************

After training in the afternoon, Shen Youzhu was arranged for an exclusive interview, so Ye Qian went back to the dormitory by himself first.

Xiao Ke was lying on the bed and sleeping. Xiao Ke took apart all the things that Ye Zhao gave him and looked at them one by one. He liked them very much. Now they were all piled up on Shen Youzhu's desk.

Ye Qian entered Shen Youzhu's room, first turned down the air conditioner that was turning the room into an ice cellar, then picked up the air conditioner that fell on the ground and covered it for Xiao Ke, and then walked in front of those painting utensils.

Except for helping Ye Zhao casually before, Ye Qian hasn't calmed down and painted a painting for a long time.

I don't know how much more I can master from what my father taught.

Ye Qian took a piece of sketch paper casually, and secretly complained that Ye Zhao gave away everything, even the drawing board, why there was only one less painting stand, while sitting on the window sill of Shen Youzhu's room, using thumbtacks to put the drawing paper Once nailed, the legs are curled up and the drawing board is placed on the legs.

What should I draw...

Ye Qian tugged at the curtains while thinking, making the curtains that had no gaps even tighter.

The surroundings were quiet as if the air had been sucked dry, Ye Qian leaned his head against the wall.

The room is filled with the smell of Shen Youzhu's body, which makes Ye Qian feel comfortable. Looking up, there are all traces left by Shen Youzhu, the neatly stacked and clean clothes and shoes in the closet, and the three or two scattered on the table. An idle book, a few medals engraved with Shen Youzhu's name on the shelf above the desk...

Ye Qian lowered his head and stared blankly at the drawing board, then gently hugged him in his arms.

I feel like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband who works overtime to come home.

The little daughter-in-law suddenly wanted to prepare a gift for her husband.

A gift that hubby is sure to love...