Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Host is Charming and Alluring

Chapter 122 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (6)

Sunlight slipped through his fingers, Song Yan looked at the "five" in front of him, and couldn't help laughing, "This is much higher than the market price."

Zhaoge's eyes fell on him, "You are worth this amount. Junior, think carefully, if you have an idea..."

She shook the phone at Song Yan, smiled lightly and said, "See you later."

Junjun looked at his host who left in a cool way, and said happily: [I bet a dime, he will definitely agree! 】

Can Song Yan withstand the series of routines of his own host?

Zhaoge waved his hand, his small face wrinkled slightly, "Don't mention it, I need to go back and have a good meal to reward myself now."

The car was going so fast just now, she is still a little dizzy now.

Isn't it because Song Yan saw the clues, so he ran away quickly.

After returning to the dormitory at night, Song Yan turned on the computer and entered the school post bar, typing on the keyboard with both hands.

He rubbed his hands slowly on his chin, his eyes stared at the content on the post bar carefully, and read one by one.

After a while, he picked up the business card on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It doesn't look like a human trafficker."

Song Yan leaned back and added the other party's WeChat according to the phone number on the business card.

In less than 1 minute, the phone beeped, and the friend verification was passed.

Looking at the chat box, he hesitated for a moment, then typed a few words.

"Sister, I've thought about it."

Immediately afterwards, an address was sent from the other side, asking when he would be available.

Song Yan was also very happy. After some communication, the two finally made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon.

After discussing the cooperation, he turned off his mobile phone, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

On the second day, Song Yan found the studio at the address given by Zhaoge.

This is in a secluded alley, and most of the surroundings are selling calligraphy and painting. Once stepping in, it seems to have entered the door of art, and the whole person relaxes a lot.

Song Yan pushed the door open, and the little girl at the front desk stepped forward and said, "Hi, do you have an appointment?"

"Xiao Wu, this is Zhaoge's friend, just let him come up."

The little girl responded lively: "Okay, Miss Huan."

Yu Shuhuan came down from the stairs and greeted Song Yan, "Zhaoge is in the studio, I'll take you there."

Song Yan nodded and said, "Thank you."

The upstairs space is very large, with several rooms, Song Yan followed Yu Shuhuan to the door of the innermost room.

"Dong Dong" sounded twice, and Yu Shuhuan said loudly to the door: "Zhaoge, your friend is here."

"Come on."

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and when Zhaoge pushed the door open, only Song Yan was left outside.

She pointed to the sofa behind Song Yan, and discussed: "Song Yan, you sit on the sofa first, I still need a little time to finish here. If you are bored, there are some books over there to pass the time."

Song Yan's eyes fell on the room behind Zhaoge. In the empty room, there were several paintings, large and small, with an easel in the middle, and a half-painted picture of flames on it.

"It's okay, take your time, I'll wait for you here."

Hearing that Song Yan agreed, Zhaoge breathed a sigh of relief.Since it was inconvenient to pour water with the paint in her hands, she pointed to Song Yan where to pour water, and then returned to the studio.

Song Yan strode towards the sofa with long legs, and his eyes fell on the neatly stacked picture albums.

However, what interests him more is the various comics next to the album.

What she has here is really rich.

Song Yan picked up the manga and casually flipped through a few pages. As time passed, sleepiness gradually struck.

When Zhaoge came out, he saw such a scene.

Comic booklets were scattered on his lap, and Song Yan propped his elbows on his head, leaning slightly on the sofa and fell asleep.

His face was relaxed when he was asleep, and he looked a little more smoky than usual.

Zhao Ge leaned against the door and stared at his sleeping face for a while, then turned around lightly, and moved the drawing boards and paints from the studio to the living room.

She measured an approximate distance with her eyes, and closed the French windows a little. Then she stood the drawing board directly in front of Song Yan, and the paintbrush in her hand was twirling flexibly between her fingers.

Not to mention, the collision of the original talent with Song Yan really provided her with a constant source of inspiration.

He didn't need to deliberately put on any poses, this face was already a show of skill from heaven.

Just such a casual and lazy sleeping position is enough for Zhaoge.

Zhaoge sat with the backlight, washed several paintbrushes in succession, and started the next round of coloring.

No one disturbed them, and the two breaths appeared extremely harmonious in this space.

Zhaoge rubbed his slightly sore wrist, got up and came to Song Yan's side.

She turned on her phone, leaned slightly over Song Yan, and took some recent photos of him, which can be used as a reference when repairing the painting later.

The long hair on her chest fell onto Song Yan's arm along with her movements, making it itchy.

Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, and Zhaoge saw him slowly open his eyes through the phone.

She looked away from the phone and met Song Yan's eyes outside the camera.

The faint smell of perfume hit Zhaoge's body, and there was a sense of clarity in the coldness.

Surprisingly, he didn't dislike her, on the contrary, he thought it matched her temperament very well.

From this distance, it seemed that just by raising his hand, he could embrace the woman in front of him into his arms.

Song Yan's breathing was slightly heavy, and he didn't dare to move.

Seeing that he was awake, Zhaoge got up with a light cough, rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said, "You're awake."

He didn't seem to wake up yet, even his voice was low and lazy, "Senior sister, is this...?"

A rare embarrassed smile appeared on Zhaoge's face, and she said:
"Just now your sleeping position is very suitable for painting. I didn't wake you up, so I drew a picture directly. I need to add some details later, so I took some close-up photos. You... don't mind?"

The boy replied quickly, simply and sincerely, "Of course I don't mind."

Zhaoge sat back in front of the drawing board and greeted him, "Would you like to come over and have a look?"

"it is good."

Zhaoge compared Song Yan's sleeping face on the phone, and brushed the paintbrush slightly on the side of Song Yan's face.

The writing is casual, but the finishing touch.

Song Yan walked slowly behind Zhaoge, leaned slightly to see the portrait more clearly.

Seeing himself on the drawing paper, he paused slightly.

The young man in the picture sleeps peacefully, like a cub guarding his own territory, ready to go, and the colors around him ease the sense of aggression, adding a bit of vigor to the young man.

Song Yan even felt that Zhaoge was painting his heart, not his skin.

What would be her reaction when she realized that she had another side of herself.

He couldn't help being curious, and his eyes on the portrait unconsciously shifted to Zhaoge.

Zhaoge seemed to have never heard of this. When it came to her field of expertise, her and Song Yan's voices were a little low when explaining, which sounded convincing.

"what do you think?"

She turned her head inadvertently, and the tip of her nose brushed against Song Yan's collar.

(End of this chapter)