Mr. Wen, show your heart

33 Chapter 33

Facing Xu Yu's question, Jiang Chuchu pushed the cup, "It's boring not to participate."

Xu Yu seemed to want to say something, but finally swallowed it back and said, "Then you should at least go and have a look with me, don't you want to work with Senior Liu Yan after graduation?"

Jiang Chuchu thought for a while, after all, she was the food and clothing parents she wanted to rely on in the future, so she should go to get a sense of existence, so she agreed without saying a word.

Jiang Chuchu drove Xu Yu with her, followed the navigation for more than 20 minutes, and stopped on Wenhua Road. This area is basically full of studios, small music halls, and independent coffee shops, and the two sides are full of sycamores. The tree has the charm of a French street.

They entered a small red building, and the hostess was very familiar with Xu Yu, so she went to do other things after greeting her.

The two went up to the second floor. In the long studio on the left, there were more than a dozen people sitting. Everyone had drawing boards and painting utensils in front of them. Most of them were young girls who looked carefully at the young man explaining the technique.

Liu Yan is in class. He is one of the best art majors in the past few years. His family is a scholarly family with a good foundation. After graduation, he opened a studio to teach some amateurs of oil painting, and he also draws his own sketches.

He was wearing a baggy white sweater and linen canvas pants, clean and refreshing. He looked like the type of school girl who shyly talked about after the lights were turned off in the girls' dormitory on campus. He had handsome eyebrows and a straight figure.

Liu Yan glanced at the door when he heard movement, then smiled, coughed lightly, and clapped his hands.

"Okay, let's stop here for today's class. When you get home, you can practice the part about oil painting color covering and blending by yourself. See you in the next class."

There was a murmur of complaints from below, it seemed that everyone hoped that the class could be longer.

Although the class was over, it was not until more than 20 minutes later that the young girls who surrounded Liu Yan reluctantly left.

After Liu Yan sent them away and closed the door, he sighed softly and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

Jiang Chuchu laughed and joked, "Senior Liu Yan is really popular, if the professors and teachers in the school know about it, they will be jealous to death."

Different from the outside, at this moment she smiles like a cherry blossom on the tip, soft and tender, but also unconsciously close and dependent, and she wants to open up to the bottom of people's hearts.

Liu Yan looked away unobtrusively and didn't answer, but his brows and eyes were gentle.

"Long time no see, Chuchu, why do you have time to come over to me today?"

Jiang Chuchu touched the tip of her nose, "Of course I'm afraid that the senior will forget me and won't give me this job opportunity after graduation."

While talking, Liu Yan led the two of them in to sit down, made a pot of black tea at the small bar in front, and served it in delicate teacups.

Jiang Chuchu likes all kinds of delicate things, she can't put it down in her hand, her eyelashes flicker, Liu Yan can't help but laugh.

"This is a gift from a friend who returned home last month. If you like it, take this set of teacups with you."

This kind of practice of giving things away at the slightest disagreement immediately made Jiang Chuchu think of a man who had gone too far in this respect, so she paused and didn't speak for a while.

Xu Yu pretended to complain, "Senior, why don't you ask me if I like it, you don't even look at me when Chuchu comes."

Liu Yan smiled gently.

Xu Yu continued, "Chu Chu still needs to thank me for coming here. If I hadn't dragged her here, she would have been snatched away by the psychiatrist from Kyoto."

Liu Yan seemed a little surprised, "Oh? A psychiatrist from Kyoto?"

　Chuchu: I miss Dr. Wen QAQ
　　Senior Liu Yan: No, you don’t want to˙-˙
　　
　
(End of this chapter)