After the second marriage, I acted weak in a wealthy family

Chapter 88 Mr. Liu is not clean

Seeing that the intersection was approaching, He Biya signaled Liu Yian to stop, and Liu Yian stepped on the accelerator, "Get out, get out of the car for me."

He Biya left without looking back, the old lady doesn't care about you.

Suddenly she felt a little unsatisfied and fell back again.

Liu Yian thought that He Biya was going to be soft, so he opened the car window.

He Biya greeted him with a smile, and Liu Yian suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in his heart. The next second, He Biya scolded him fiercely, "Liu Gou, crazy!"

After she finished cursing, she left without looking back.

Liu Yian's mood suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley. He accidentally honked the horn with his hand. He lost control and started honking the horn non-stop until his palms turned red and the traffic lights changed. He stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.

Wuyi Road, at the entrance of the dark alley, Fu Xiao looked at his watch and wondered why the boss didn't come.

Suddenly he saw a man taking off his coat and glasses, it was the boss.

"Help me wash this dress, especially the shoulder seat should be washed carefully."

Liu Yian handed the clothes to Fu Xiao, who checked it, "It's not dirty!"

"It's dirty!" Although Liu Yian's face was cold, his tone was very uneasy. Fu Xiao frowned. Although he was Liu Yian's assistant, he didn't want to do laundry.

"Can't you take this clothes back for your wife to wash?" Fu Xiao asked casually, he pushed Liu Yian to go to the east and west poison, "this time the client paid a lot of money to let you paint , ten days to complete, okay boss?"

Fu Xiao put the clothes in Liu Yian's hands, Liu Yian seemed to get an electric shock, turned his head and didn't look at the clothes at all, "It's too dirty, find a bag to help me pack it, and I'll go home and take it for my wife to wash. "

Liu Yian hooked her lips. He Biya used to help herself with laundry, but now living in Liu's house is handled by servants. As a wife, she should do laundry for herself!
Fu Xiao's words reminded Liu Yian.

"Who wants to buy my paintings?"

Liu Yi'an was a bit picky about the portraits he bought. How could Fu Xiao not understand, "A mysterious person like you wants to ask you to paint a starry sky, and the price is 100 million."

Liu Yian gave a long "oh". When Fu Xiao and him entered Dongxie Xidu through the back door, Lie Changfeng got out from nowhere, stood behind Liu Yian and patted him on the shoulder. When I was startled, the whole person's face was not good. What kind of evil happened today, why did everyone touch their shoulders.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

When Liu Yian looked back and saw that it was Lie Changfeng, he breathed a sigh of relief, "So it's you!"

Lie Changfeng's eyes lit up, and he began to talk about Jiang Yueli's affairs, "Brother, how could you harm me like this!"

Lie Changfeng was very aggrieved, Liu Yian touched his head, "It's not to hurt you, it's to let you experience life well, Chang Feng, what you did back then, now think about it, do you feel any guilt?"

Liu Yian's voice suddenly became very soft. Lie Changfeng was sent to Ruiguo from Dongxie Xidu back then. Fortunately, his eldest brother found it early, otherwise he didn't know how many people he would kill because of his mental state.

He hurts people, but he is also sick.

Although Liu Yian sighed, he couldn't do anything about what Lie Changfeng did in the past.

Lie Changfeng's eyes were full of grievances. Liu Yian knew that his heart was still so cold. He returned all the responsibilities to others, and everything had nothing to do with him. He was just the young master of the Hua family.

"Why didn't you follow your sister-in-law?"

Liu Yian glanced at Lie Changfeng with some disgust, Lie Changfeng shook his head and was about to follow Liu Yian into the room where his name was not written.

Fu Xiao blocked Lie Changfeng at the door.

"I don't want to go, I'm too tired." Lie Changfeng's voice just finished, he turned to begging like Fu Xiao, "Brother, will you let me in?"

As soon as Liu Yian heard the words of brother, his back tightened, his long eyelashes showed the luster of his skin, and he fanned,

"Changfeng, you seem to call everyone your brother or sister!" Liu Yian sprayed himself with alcohol disinfectant and put on a white gown on the bed. Lie Changfeng knew that he was about to start work.

"It's so intimate!" Lie Changfeng didn't care what others thought of him, he still wanted to be happy by himself, extremely happy.

"It's not allowed to call her like that in the future, or you can add your name, especially when you call He Biya, if I hear you call her sister like that, try it!"

There is a murderous aura in Liu Yian's words. The gentler the person, the deadlier. Lie Changfeng stared at Liu Yian in a stunned manner. His clean face, accompanied by this white gown, was a bit like a doctor with a good operation. Lie Changfeng Frightened in his heart, Fu Xiao stared at him with a pair of eyes.

"Just ask if you hear me!"

Lie Changfeng nodded immediately, "Listen, I heard."

"Go to work soon, my boss is going to start work, don't stand here and disturb him!"

Fu Xiao said in a loud voice, Lie Changfeng ran faster than anyone else like a horse that had run away.

Fu Xiao closed the door and stood alone at the door lighting a cigarette.

When the boss paints, he is the gatekeeper, and he needs that kind of quietness where he can hear his own breathing.

Liu Yian picked up the paintbrush, the white canvas reflected bright light in front of him, he painted the starry sky in his mind, the paintbrush in his hand trembled slightly, and then he saw the paint in the room, what did he want to express? Empty.

He closed his eyes and dipped in paint, waving wildly on the canvas, and opened it to see that the white canvas was dyed black.

He kept talking about the starry sky, the starry sky.

Most of his works are created by himself unintentionally. He seldom paints according to the client's requirements like this. Fu Xiao always considers things from his perspective. Compared with him, he thinks the 100 million is worth it It's over.

Why does this person want the starry sky, and specifically contact Fu Xiao to let him paint it?
The pen holder was slightly hot, and the black canvas sank in Liu Yian's eyes. He used blue to point stars on the canvas, but how could such an ordinary starry sky come from his hands.

Liu Yian threw away the paintbrush in his hand and sat with his eyes closed for a while. The images in his mind kept flashing back. He suddenly remembered the starry sky he saw in the bathroom that day. On his face, the starry sky outside the window also became brighter.

Liu Yian tore off the canvas and painted again.

The air outside the window suddenly became humid, and the whole sky was wet with the light rain.

He Biya glanced at Song Yan and put the document on the table.

"These people actually want to raise prices!"

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