The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 302 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellion Period 6

   Then, Ji Ning'an watched him undergo an amazing change in just a few seconds!

   It turned from a green pot to pink!

   is like a boiling kettle.

  … awesome.

   This manager Hu is the eldest brother in the live broadcast room of Fruit Sauce.

   Even though the trumpet has been blocked by Ji Ning'an, he is still persistently opening the trumpet to send her a message. It is difficult for such a person to live so big.

   Ji Ning'an slid over without any disturbance, put down the phone, thought about it, set up the easel, picked up the brush with her white fingers, and started to practice sketching alone.

  The time of painting is long, and it has passed before you know it.

   She looked at the gradually forming outline above and was slightly startled.

   That is a profile sketch of a man.

He is by the window of the wooden cafe. There is a cup of hot coffee on the table. The pure black windbreaker is flat, revealing the white shirt collar. The silhouette is calm and flamboyant. .

   is like the charm of a thousand-year-old painting.

   She originally... wanted to draw a cat.

  I just drew it, it looks pretty good.

   Ji Ning'an pinched her wrist and looked at her painting.

   I always feel that something is missing, but I just can’t say it.

   "Boom, boom."

   knocked on the door, her heart beat faster, but she pretended not to hear it.

The knock on the door was still ringing, and she persisted. She then stood up and stepped on her slippers. The corners of her lips were slightly curved, and she went to open the door. The mother, who was stuck in her throat, hadn't called out, but Father Ji laughed. face, she lowered her eyelashes.

"dad."

   "Have a glass of milk, your mother is that kind of person, just wait for her to figure it out."

   Ji's father handed her milk with a proud expression: "Who said my girl's little skirt is not good-looking, if I were a girl, I would love to wear it!"

  Ji Ningan laughed, took the milk with both hands and held it in the palm of her hand. The black hair was messy and scattered on the white ear bones, and there was a little white tender baby fat on her cheeks.

   "Thank you Dad."

   "Go to bed early, stay up late is not good. If you have anything to do at Beijing University, come to the Department of Physics to find your father."

   The night is sinking, a five-star hotel.

  Manager Hu was sitting on the sofa, with a gloomy face, wearing a suit that could not hide the greasy stomach, looking at the phone for a long time without replying, he snorted.

"You ungrateful animal!"

   "Mingda, what are you looking at?" The woman walked over swayingly, with a cool face, **** clothes, and intimately clinging to the middle-aged man, with a powerful voice.

   This is really not a glorious thing. Hu Mingda folded the phone upside down on the table, wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, and said dishonestly: "You are still sensible."

  Fruit jam suppressed the nausea and snuggled into his arms.

   "We have pk activities offline, I don't want to lose to Qiaomu Ningning, Mingda, you have to help me."

   "Don't worry, why am I willing to let you lose."

   Hearing that name, Manager Hu's eyes darkened, looking at the woman's delicate makeup face, but another clean and green face appeared in his mind, and he felt a little regretful.

   But now that he has the opportunity to meet, he is not in a hurry, can't he win a little girl?

   Fruity Sauce looked down at the phone on the coffee table, her red lips sneered.

  Manager Hu's cell phone rang at an untimely time, he got angry and answered the phone: "Who is it?!"

   I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone, but his expression changed quickly, he nodded and bowed: "Okay... I'll go right there, don't worry!"

   Fruity Sauce has a panoramic view, a little surprised, he is the boss of the company, what is the origin of the caller?

   "I can't accompany you tonight, I have to receive a very important client." Manager Hu picked up his clothes.

   "Okay, I want someone else." Fruity sauce said reluctantly.

  Manager Hu hurried to the Sitai Senior Club...

Sitai 1109 box, the light is low, the music is loud, the billiard table, the man is in a suit and leather shoes, holding a billiard cue, the shoulders and back are smooth, the side face is handsome and extravagant, the phone ringing in the music, he looked down and glanced , connected, the opening of the danger Langdang.

   "Professor Shi Da, are you satisfied with the people I introduced to you today? Are you particularly professional, if you like it?"

   "Don't introduce such messy people in the future."

  Bing Bing's voice came from the opposite side of the phone, revealing the cold of winter, which made people wake up from the low and noisy scene in an instant.

   "Isn't that true? Are you being too picky? That's enough for the assistant professor!"

   "What do you say?"

   Zheng Xingzhou straightened up: "Tsk. Would you like to come to Sitai for a drink?"

   "Long-term drinking can lead to alcoholic fatty liver, and then develop into liver cirrhosis and even liver cancer. Alcohol can reach the brain within 30 seconds after entering the human body, affecting the brain and nervous system—"

  's unhurried voice seems to contain rhythm, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

  If he wasn't talking about this kind of shit.

   "In this time of year, you deserve to be single at twenty-eight. Just like you, any woman will be driven crazy by you!"

   Zheng Xingzhou couldn't bear it any longer and hung up the phone.

   "Mr. Zheng, the people from the company over there are here." The assistant whispered.

   Zheng Xingzhou lit a cigarette, disapprovingly: "Let them wait a little longer, or leave if they can't wait."

  Cold white lights poured down, reflecting the minimalist living room. The classic design of black, white and gray is cold and smokeless.

   Shi Jingnian doesn’t like to socialize, and his family has never had any other people in the future.

  The assistant is always in touch with the assistant during the work schedule on weekdays. The assistant had an accident two days ago and needed to go back to his hometown, so he recruited a new assistant.

   Not far away, the white Samoyed hurriedly rushed towards the man.

   "Wang! Wang Wang!"

Samoyed kept rubbing against the man's feet, the snow-white fluff was soft and thick, like soft snowflakes, almond-like black eyes, the corners of his mouth were upturned, smiling like an angel, and his front paws stood up and tugged at the hem of Shi Jingnian's clothes. Hugs, slimy big dog.

  Jing Nian's back was always straight and meticulous, pinching its paws.

   After hanging up the phone, he put the old black mobile phone aside, took off his windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, washed his hands and walked into the studio.

  Samoyed also seemed to know that he could not disturb the master at this time, and did not follow up.

  The studio is large, cool and simple, with paintings on the walls, forming an artistic space, far from the prosperous night, and extraordinarily quiet.

   There is an easel in the center. On the easel is an unfinished oil painting. The coloring is different from the strict and old-fashioned appearance of the owner. It is extraordinarily bold and bold, as if a storm is brewing in the quiet deep sea. The collision of ice and flames is an extremely stunning visual feast!

   This is just a half-finished pair.

   Shi Jingnian stood in front of the easel and glanced at it for a long time, and finally sat down in front of the easel.

   did not choose to complete this semi-finished product, but replaced the drawing paper.

  The slender fingers casually turned the pencil used for sketching, flipped between the fingers, and made several beautiful circles, but did not start the pen for a long time.

   The hour hand of the clock ticked, pointing to ten o'clock sharp, which was the usual work and rest time in Shijing Nian, and he began to write.

  The studio was so quiet that only the rustling of brushes remained, and the outlines of the lines gradually surfaced.

   (end of this chapter)