Chapter 131:

Art Life (4)
Jing Hao sent a text message to Cui Yan, let him pick himself up, Cui Yan went to the hotel outside Jingjing in less than half an hour.
"How come suddenly to stay in the hotel, the previous house did not live?" Cui Yan asked.
"I didn't live in my house before. I rented it for a classmate and family. We quarreled, so I moved out." I said faintly.

Need me to help?
Cui Yan glanced at it and knew that he could not send a message to himself for no reason, and he also asked himself to pick him up.
"If you said that you can ask for your help, I have considered it carefully because I am short of money, so I agree with your request."
It’s not that there is no other way to get the money, just to get a lot of money, it takes some time to get it. The easiest way to get a lot of money right away is to find Cui Yan. Isn't he particularly want to paint his own body? Then let him draw it. Anyway, he will be destined to be his person in the future. It is better to cultivate the interest between the two in advance.
Cui Yan looked at him unexpectedly, but for him, he could agree with his request, of course he could not ask for it. So he didn't say anything, and after the default proposal, he accelerated the speed of the car. His heart is a little bit fascinating, and there is some feeling that he can't wait.
After arriving at Cui Yan’s residence, Cui Yan said to him,
Go take a shower first, I will prepare.

Although I feel that it is not a matter of doing anything to draw a picture, what is good to bathe in advance. However, he did not say it, nor did he express his dissatisfaction. He took a look at Cui Yan, who had hidden emotions, and went to take a shower.
There is still no feeling on the way to the road. I think that although the two people are still not familiar with this world, after all, they have loved so many times, and everything has been done. It is no big deal to draw a picture. However, when the warm water rinsed the body, he thought that he would show his body in front of Cui Yan. He was a bit timid and ashamed.
When he walked out in a bathrobe, Cui Yan had already waited for him outside. He thought he would be in the bedroom, but he was taken to a spacious and bright painting room.
In the middle of the studio is a square sofa bed with an over-colored clear blue velvet cloth. The flannel is covered with many cotton bats of different sizes, which look like the white clouds on the blue sky.
"Go and lie on it." Cui Yan has already prepared the easel and the paintings, just waiting to lie down.
I pressed my hands and pressed some hot faces, and I gave myself a heart for me to build, telling myself that this is art, and that person is my own lover, so I am not shy.
Take off the bathrobe and set it aside, sitting sideways on the edge of the sofa bed and asking, "What position do you want to use?"
Cui Yan walked to the side and said, "Let's lie down on it first, I will help you pose."
I walked back a little, then lay down in the middle position, and I endured the movements that wanted to cover my body. I kept telling myself that no one else saw that Cui Yan was his lover, and it didn’t matter if he looked at him. Anyway, it will be seen later.
Cui Yan took one of his feet and helped him to bend his feet and then leaned to one side.
I didn't think that he had put himself in this position, and immediately sat up with his feet together. He was dissatisfied with Cui Yan's "You..." posture. He couldn't see anything clearly? How can such a part be so prominently drawn? The half-masked gesture is more able to show the charm of art. He makes himself pose like this, and he just wants to take advantage of it.
Cui Yan is close to saying, "I want to ask you, as long as you can make me paint, you want me to do anything for you."

What can I do?
he asked.
"Of course." Cui Yan said with certainty.
He looked down and wondered if he would agree to his request. After that, he needed some help, maybe it was still quite a lot.
"Have you been remembered by the school recently?" Cui Yan looked at him, his hand still holding his leg and not letting go, his smooth skin is too much to put down.
"Have you investigated me?" He looked up at Cui Yan, and he was indeed remembered because the raft had torn the entry of Su Mo’s entry.
"I am one of the sensible things of Daishan College. After seeing your student ID card that day, I checked it by the way. Helping you to cancel it, it is just a matter for me. What do you think?" Hook your lips and ask in a confused voice.
Imagine that since Cui Yan is a sensible person at Lushan College, then many things will be much easier afterwards. Su Mo is not only because the leaders of the school have acquaintances of his parents.
He bit his lip and lay back, posing like a slaughter.
Cui Yan put the cockroach out of the position he wanted to see. The scenery in front of him made him breathe. The pink little cockerel lay quietly and cleverly lying there. The gesture was very attractive and he couldn’t help it. I want to touch and feel more like a kiss. Cui Yan thinks that he has made such a posture clearly torment himself, but he enjoys this torture in particular.
Cui Yan worried that his actions would be too scary to him, so he resisted the urge to touch the little bird, only by helping him pose, and stroking him as white and smooth as goat milk. skin.
He couldn't help but feel trembling when he touched it. The body that didn't wear anything had a hotter feeling. He turned his head to the side and said, "I only sell art, don't sell it, please don't touch it."
Cui Yan looked at his ruddy face, smiled and went to the easel to start painting.
Lying on the sofa bed, in the eyes of Cui Yan, like an angel lying in the clouds, his skin is filled with warm white light, every part of the body is so perfect, just like God made it by himself. Perfect work.
Cui Yan feels that he is already obsessed with his body, and he wants to feel the feeling when he blends with his body. It must be a very wonderful experience. At this moment, for the first time in his life, he regretted that his painting skills were not high enough. He felt that he could not draw one-tenth of the beautiful performance.
Cui Yan’s painting skills were not learned at school, nor were they taught, but his famous painter’s mother taught him. But because he wants to inherit his family business, and he is more talented in doing business, painting is just one of his interests in cultivating sentiment.
Although his mother was a painter, he was influenced by his mother since childhood and liked to enjoy paintings. He also opened more than a dozen galleries in his home, and also funded many lonely painters and art students. However, Cui Yan has always been able to appreciate the naked body paintings. Like his mother, he prefers paintings with meanings that can make a lot of associations. This is his first time, I feel that the beauty of the original body can be so attractive.
I felt the heat in the eyes of Cui Yan, and the place where he was watching, the skin seemed to become hot and hot. He tried to ignore his sight and kept telling himself in his heart that this is art, this is art.
Cui Yan painted for a few hours, the sun was about to go down, and the dim sunset came out from the glass wall. Because I felt uncomfortable at first, my spirit was too tight, and I fell asleep unconsciously.
Cui Yan put down the brush and went to the sofa bed to sit down. His eyes were almost greedy and looked at his body. He thought that if he was awake, he would definitely look at himself. The two spirits also had sparkling eyes and could look directly. Go into your own heart and let your heart tremble. Although he did not open his eyes at the moment, he was so quietly lying, and it was especially beautiful.
Cui Yan endured and endured, but finally did not hold back, possessed to kiss the pink little bird. His body also has the fragrance of the bath liquid, and the interior of the painting room is air-conditioned, so his skin is not cool, the temperature is warm and moist, and the touch is particularly good.
"Well~" I felt something on my body sliding, half-dreaming and half-awake, clamping my legs, and turning sideways and falling into a deep sleep.
Cui Yan felt that he was so cute, couldn't help but start eating his tender tofu, touched the place he wanted to touch, and wanted to kiss the place.
I always felt that something was crawling on myself, making him sleepless. He turned and lay flat. When he opened his eyes, he saw a serious Cui Yan sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Wake up? Hungry?" Cui Yan originally wanted to install it, but when he saw that he had some sleepy cute expressions, his eyes couldn't help but soften.
I sat up and touched my stomach, but I was really hungry. He put the bathrobe on the ground and asked, "Are you finished?"
"Not yet, it takes a few more to complete." Cui Yan said seriously.
He looked at him, his face was obviously not convinced of his words. He went to the easel and wanted to see how much he had done, but only took a look, he immediately removed his gaze and couldn’t help but blush. . The painting has not been completed yet, but the part that has been completed, even he is embarrassed to see.
This person is really a mixture of rogue and pervert, took a look at him, turned and went out to Cui Yan's room to change his clothes.
After eating dinner at Cui Yan’s home, the two agreed on the time for the next painting, and then Cui Yan gave him a card so that the money in him could be taken casually. After Cui Yan took it back, he threw his work on the side almost all day, so he didn't send it, but let the driver send him back to the hotel where he lived.
He took the card given by Cui Yan and immediately became a rich man. The next day he rented a set of very upscale suites to live in. With so many life experiences, I have already enjoyed my habits, and he will never be guilty of his own life.
璟旸 Call the person who moved the company, let them move all the things placed in Su Mo, and then transferred some money to Su Mo, which is the storage cost of these days.
Su Mo stood in the living room and watched those people move all the things of the raft. Some regrets in the heart did not ruin those things and vent their anger. He thought to himself, since Muxi had discovered his things with Wu Xiuyuan, plus Before I imitated his paintings, it is absolutely impossible to reconcile with myself. In this case, he does not have to continue to play.
I took a card from Cui Yan to the bank and took a large amount of cash. Then I took the money and went to the gallery near the school to find Wu Xiuyuan.
In addition to the usual classes for students, Wu Xiuyuan has a fixed time each month to see the new paintings in the gallery, and will pick out the paintings he thinks are good in a more conspicuous position.
Wu Xiuyuan, who is directing the staff to hang up the painting, suddenly saw a bag coming around, his face full of surprises, and then strode up and went up to "wooden!"
Wu Xiuyuan called him in the past few days and he didn't pick up. He didn't go to his class. Now he saw that he suddenly came to find himself. Wu Xiuyuan was a little embarrassed and happy.
"I have something to tell you, it may be inconvenient here, go to your office," said the faceless expression.
"Okay, okay." Wu Xiuyuan quickly took the donkey to his office.
"Mulu...." Wu Xiuyuan looked at him with apologetic eyes. He still didn't think about how to explain his relationship with Su Mo in the past few days, he would forgive himself.
璟旸Open the zipper of the black cloth bag and pour all the cash inside on Wu Xiuyuan’s desk. Then he looked at him and said,
The money is the cost that was funded by your gallery before. you."
"Hibis, what are you doing?!" Wu Xiuyuan looked at the cash at the table with surprise.
Before Wu Xiuyuan’s gallery funded the rafts and hanged the hibiscus paintings in the gallery, Muxi said that the money sold by the paintings, no matter how much, was returned to the gallery and counted as the money he repaid.
"The paintings that I sold before, I don't care if I sell them, but recently those paintings that have not been sold, please return them to me." He said very seriously.
"Hibiscus, I..." Wu Xiuyuan looked at him like a decisive look, and his heart was very uncomfortable. "You don't do this. I know that I am with Su Mo..., the things of both of us hurt you. But I promise you, I will definitely not have the next time. I will go to Shumo to explain clearly. In addition to class, we will never meet again in private. You forgive me for this time."
"No, you and Su Mo did not hurt me, just disgusted to me. Seeing you later is a matter between you. It has nothing to do with me. I don't have any feelings for you, so there is no original." Forgive this."
"Wooden!" Wu Xiuyuan walked over and tried to grab the hand, and was taken away by the donkey.
"I am here to pay back the money, and I have to come back to my paintings. By the way, I will tell you that we will be clear from today. Please don’t deliberately do something embarrassing in the future, and don’t tell me any more. If you are embarrassed, otherwise I will report to you at school and tell you about harassment." He looked at him with disgusted eyes.
"You..." Wu Xiuyuan closed his eyes because of his unrequited love. His heart felt very sad. He also knew that he could not forgive him immediately. He could only slowly get his forgiveness, so he absolutely could not Let him completely clarify his relationship with himself, and those paintings cannot be returned to him.
Wu Xiuyuan deliberately found a bunch of excuses not to return the paintings to him. He also saw his thoughts. He knew that today he could not take the paintings away. It would not be interesting to continue to entangle them. Only then can other methods be adopted. The painting was taken back.