Chapter 89: What about Fanhua?

Nan Yukong opened his eyes wide, and turned his head to look out of the car window.
Luan Xiaotian chuckled lightly at Nan Yukong's reaction.
Nan Yukong, who was said to be a small and medium-sized secret, had a guilty conscience. It's really rare.
"Nan Yukong, I told you that if it weren't for Cui Heng today, I would grab a prototype of the man behind the small actions, then punch and kick, and avenge myself!" Luan Xiaotian waved his fists, ready to get excited. Vigor.
Nan Yukong and Cui Heng who were driving were taken aback at the same time.
"His salary this month is gone." Nan Yukong said flatly, letting him delay Xiaotian's ability.
Cui Heng accidentally slammed on the accelerator, crying without tears.
The salary is innocent, and he can go downstairs to pick up documents again, it doesn't matter how many times.
Really!
"Come here," Nan Yukong pointed to his shoulder, without looking at Luan Xiaotian.
"What are you doing?" Luan Xiaotian looked at the back of his head and hesitated.
Nan Yukong is dressed in casual clothes today, loose, and looks a hundred times better than his suit.
It can be said that... from an indifferent facial paralysis to a warm man's style.
The white three-quarter short sleeves just cover his elbows, and the skin on the lining is more white and tender, like the color of pure milk, and the blood vessels are faintly visible, making him more temperamental.
Plus the angular profile...
Suddenly, Luan Xiaotian, who didn't turn his mind, was pressed onto something tough.
Just about to struggle, there was a clear sound above my head, "Don't move."
From the reflective car glass, Nan Yukong clearly saw her distorted side face resting on her shoulder, and the tail of her lips quietly raised.
Luan Xiaotian's cheeks reddened, his whole body froze, his fists were tighter than a stone, and he kept one movement along the way without moving.
"Miss Luan, you can count as coming back. Young Master Xia has to clamor to see you and Young Master San come back together." Fang steward hurried forward, panting.
"Go to the second floor and draw something first." After Nan Yukong got out of the car, his face was calm, and Luan Xiaotian who wanted to escape was immediately frightened.
A dozen of them were painted yesterday, and they are painted again today.
"There is no class this afternoon, go to practice oil painting and coloring." Nan Yukong added a few seconds later.
"I..." I don't want to paint.
Luan Xiaotian didn't dare to say the following words, even the housekeeper who had always been respected by him didn't say anything, and he looked happy.
"Miss Luan, you paint first, I will take Young Master Xia Xia to feed the chicken."
Hey!
Housekeeper, don't leave! I'm still waiting for summer help!
Luan Xiaotian shouted hopefully.
"The time is just right, the company has no important things, I will do a fan painting."
Cui Heng laughed dryly and bowed for instructions.
"Miss Luan, it's better for you to keep up."
Impressed! Speechless!
I listened to the professor at school to talk about unbelievable theories, and I still have to paint when I return! painting! painting!
Does she need to rest?
Luan Xiaotian trot up to follow him, wanting to discuss with Nan Yukong, but Nan Yukong walked fast like a wind.
Walking so fast, she is not a monster.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Wait for me!"
It's too much to keep her from leaving and to oppress her!
"Don't think too much about the things in your campus post." Nan Yu air-conditioned the oil paint and handed the brush directly to Luan Xiaotian, "You paint first, let me take a look."
Didn’t you talk about doing fan painting?
What about Fanhua, it was automatically postponed?
She casually took two charcoal pencils and scribbled a few lines on the sketchbook, but she could vaguely see the person in the painting.
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