My charm in the world of women is explosive

Since her family was not well off, why did the other party refuse the check when she tried to give it yesterday?

Five hundred thousand is just a small sum for her, but for ordinary people, it is already a lot. If Chen Yan had taken her check yesterday, as long as he didn't spend money lavishly, he should have been able to live for a long time.

Also, what is his job?

How did you end up in a wealthy area?

All kinds of doubts lingered in Mu Yueqing's mind, leaving her puzzled.

As for whether the other party is being kept by someone, given his looks, this might not be impossible.

But Mu Yueqing's intuition told her that the little boy was not that kind of person.

If he was that kind of person, he wouldn't have remained indifferent when he saw the check yesterday.

Even if he was planning to play hard to get, there was no way he could let her go unawares.

This is a businessman's judgment.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Yueqing gave up thinking about these boring things.

At worst, you can just ask directly when the time comes.

.......

On the other side, Chen Yan didn't know what happened after he left. At this moment, he had already arrived at Ji Xingyan's villa. After greeting the security sister of the villa, he gained charm points from the other's fiery eyes and slowly stepped into the villa.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xingyan did not stay in the studio as usual.

Instead, he sat in the living room, reading a book.

When Chen Yan arrived, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were opened, and outside was a courtyard full of flowers. The breeze blew, the curtains were lifted, and the sunlight fell on Ji Xingyan, making her look as if she was radiating holy light all over her body, and she was so beautiful that she was beyond words.

For no reason, Chen Yan thought of a sentence: The garden is full of flowers in spring, but none of them are as beautiful as others.

As if he had noticed Chen Yan's arrival, Ji Xingyan put down the book in his hand and looked at him with a rare hint of joy on his face.

"You came."

"Um... no painting today?"

Chen Yan scratched his head, not shy at all, and walked straight towards her.

"I don't feel like painting today."

Seeing Ji Xingyan shook his head, Chen Yan suddenly felt embarrassed.

He came here to be a model. Since Boss Ji doesn't want to paint today, wouldn't this trip be in vain?

Chapter 105: So You Are So Good (This chapter needs to be revised, please read it later)

But since I'm here now, it would seem impolite to turn around and leave when I hear the other party say he doesn't want to draw.

Well, today I'll just treat it as a free chat with the boss.

Chen Yan sighed: "If that's the case, you should have informed me in advance, so that I wouldn't have to make a wasted trip."

"It doesn't matter. I'll give you the money. Just have a good chat with me."

Ji Xingyan said calmly.

She feels that she has grown a lot during this period.

At least under the housekeeper's earnest guidance, I understood a lot.

If what happened in the car happens again, I will definitely not be like last time, when I didn’t understand anything!

Besides the things between men and women, the housekeeper also taught her a lot about how to please boys, how to make boys fall in love with her, and how to make men unable to stop wanting her!

All in all, the housekeeper was like an encyclopedia, opening the door to a new world for her.

Just thinking about what happened in the car that night and Chen Yan's response at that time, Ji Xingyan couldn't help but feel moved and his cheeks inexplicably flushed.

Chen Yan did not notice her abnormality. To be precise, his attention was attracted by the book in Ji Xingyan's hand.

This great painter is actually reading a book about Feihualing?

This is amazing!

After all, in today's Internet age, few people are addicted to boring books, let alone something like Feihualing that is similar to a collection of poems.

But to put it bluntly, this is actually a drinking game to liven up the atmosphere. The loser has to drink a penalty drink. It originated from the Confucian "ritual" and is an elegant game that is relatively elegant. People without a foundation in poetry cannot play it at all, so this kind of drinking game has become a favorite word game among literati and poets.

The basic requirement for playing it is that the verses to be matched must be consistent with the rhythm of the verses to be chanted, and there are also strict requirements on the position of the prescribed words. These poems can be recited from predecessors or composed on the spot, but the selected sentences generally do not exceed seven words.

Perhaps it is precisely because it is so high-end that it is basically no longer seen these days.

Seeing Chen Yan staring at his book, Ji Xingyan put away his wandering thoughts, raised the book, and asked in surprise: "You like it too?"

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Yan nodded.

He really likes the poems of the ancients. After all, the hidden charm in them may not be understood when you read them at the time, but once you find a specific scene or scenery that completely matches the poem, you will be able to understand the poet's thoughts and feelings at the time in an instant.

Just like time can take away everything, but it cannot take away the inheritance of ideas.

Therefore, people's lives are destined to be inseparable from books. Even if no one is interested in you, even if your skills are not as good as others, you should try to calm down, read more, and do more of what you should do, instead of letting your inner restlessness and anxiety destroy your already limited enthusiasm and concentration.

Such an answer immediately aroused Ji Xingyan's interest. After all, she also didn't know that Chen Yan actually had this kind of hobby.

In other words, they actually have common topics in many aspects?

"Want to play some fun?"

Ji Xingyan brought up the topic and Chen Yan was slightly stunned.

"I...I'm not very good at saying..."

"It's okay, just kill time first."

"Oh well."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yan agreed.

Just as it was said, the other party didn't plan to paint today anyway, he was just sitting around doing nothing, and he said he had given him the money, so if the boss wanted to do something, he would just do it at the risk of his life.

As for the flying flower order, it’s not shameful to lose… No, it seems a bit shameful…

After thinking about it, Chen Yan suddenly had an idea.

"You give me the words, and I'll say them, but you don't have to answer. How do you think?"

what?

Are you serious?

Ji Xingyan was surprised, as if he had just met Chen Yan, and was a little bit unbelievable.

Does this little man still have such a domineering side?

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Chen Yan smiled slightly. It was not that his handwriting was big, he was just afraid that he could not follow Ji Xingyan's order. But if it was just one word, it would be much simpler.

"Okay then, let's start with flowers."

Hua is the simplest word in Feihualing, and it is also the easiest to match. Starting with this word is equivalent to an easy-to-get-point question.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yan spoke: "Fallen petals are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers."

Ji Xingyan was stunned immediately.

It took me a while to react, and then I carefully savored the charm of the sentence.

The rhythm is perfect and the meaning is wonderful.

And most importantly, this is a poem that I have never heard of before.

It's just incredible.

Poetry, whether it is five-character or seven-character, does not have as many words as modern vernacular. However, if one wants to use poetry to describe an artistic conception that makes people yearn for it and let people appreciate its charm, this inevitably requires extremely strong literary skills.

It seemed incredible to Ji Xingyan that a high school student like Chen Yan could actually write poems by himself and write them very well.

At least it was difficult for her to come up with such verses.

After savoring it carefully, Ji Xingyan had many insights in his mind. After a moment, he said, "So you are so amazing. But I don't think I have ever heard of this poem. Did you write it yourself?"

Have not heard?

How is it possible? This is a famous...

Suddenly, Chen Yan suddenly remembered.

In this world, the identities of men and women are completely reversed, so it doesn't seem incomprehensible that the sentences written by the poets in my original world no longer exist.

Does it seem like I’ve become a plagiarist again?

Chen Yan was ashamed.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gong Zizhen, I'll hold down your coffin lid for you.

“Well…well, I guess so!”

"That's amazing. I didn't expect you to be such a talented guy. If that's the case, I'll turn up the intensity."

Ji Xingyan clapped her hands gently, her delicate and beautiful face full of surprise, and then said: "The next one is... Heart!"

"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind."

It was another sentence he had never heard of before, especially the one that made Ji Xingyan lose his mind.

This...is this hinting at something to her?

Isn't this really hinting at something to her?

[Ji Xingyan has delusions about the host, host's body odor +1]

appreciate?

Chen Yan was completely stunned.

What do you mean?