In less than twenty days, she had to paint two works. Wouldn't this cost her her life?

Ji Xingchen took a bite of the apple and made a crisp sound.

She directly sent a WeChat message to her father, telling her that she would not go to Ji's for the time being.

Within two minutes, Ji Rusong called.

"You've only been here for half a month and you don't plan to come anymore? Ji Xingchen, what on earth do you want to do!"

Ji Xingchen blinked and said with a guilty conscience: "Dad, please listen to my explanation. I have a reason."

Ji Rusong took a deep breath; "What reason can you have? Did you ask Qi Yue or Zhou Minglang to go shopping abroad this time? Or did you ask some young girl out on a date?"

"..." Ji Xingchen raised his voice: "Dad, in your eyes, am I the kind of person who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long!"

Ji Rusong: "Aren't you?"

Ji Xingchen's foxy eyes were slightly raised, but he stopped arguing and explained patiently: "Ni Wen helped me contact an art exhibition. That art exhibition is very important for my future painting career."

Ji Rusong frowned and said, "What does this have to do with you not coming to Ji's house?"

Ji Xingchen: "Of course. I still need two works for the exhibition. There are less than 20 days left. I have to paint them."

Ji Rusong's eyebrows relaxed, but he still couldn't help but teach: "Ji's is the path you should take in the future. Painting, design, and pipa can only be regarded as hobbies. They are not your career, do you know that?"

Ji Xingchen pursed her lips and said nothing. In this regard, she and Ji Rusong had never had the same opinions.

After patiently listening to Comrade Ji's nagging for nearly twenty minutes, Ji Xingchen finally dealt with her father.

This time she can create at home with peace of mind.

However, when Ji Xingchen sat in the studio and faced a blank piece of paper, he ran into trouble again.

The most important thing in creating is inspiration.

How should she draw without inspiration?

Ji Xingchen shook his head and forced himself to think and create.

In the evening, Lu Yanbei came back carrying something.

There was only one half-eaten apple in the living room. Lu Yanbei walked over, picked up the apple, put it in his mouth, finished it, and then went upstairs to find Ji Xingchen.

There was no one in the bedroom, but there was movement in the studio.

It was the sound of a pen being dropped, very loud.

Lu Yanbei walked over and opened the door. What he saw was papers on the floor with various paints on them.

All the mess was piled on the ground.

Ji Xingchen was squatting beside the bed, a small one, with his head buried in his knees, a paintbrush held between his fingertips, and his long hair spread over his shoulders.

She was wearing a white nightgown, and she looked like a painter's decadence.

Lu Yanbei raised his eyebrows, walked in and picked up the papers one by one. Within a moment, the originally messy studio looked much neater.

The man asked in a low voice: "Are you painting?"

Ji Xingchen seemed to have just heard the noise. He slowly raised his head from his knees, raised his neck and looked at Lu Yanbei.

Her eye circles were red and her eyelashes were still moist, as if she had just cried.

Her voice was still a little trembling: "Lu Yanbei."

Lu Yanbei walked over, bent down and held the person in his arms, then placed her on the bed, placed his hands on both sides of her, and held the person in his arms.

He asked patiently: "What's wrong? Have you encountered a bottleneck in painting?"

Ji Xingchen nodded. Her thin shoulders made her look fragile: "I can't draw anymore. I have no inspiration."

Although the relationship between the two was not very good before, at this time, the only person Ji Xingchen could talk to was him.

Being unable to draw and having no creative inspiration is the most devastating thing for a painter.

Lu Yanbei continued to ask: "Why did you suddenly think of painting? Is there any exhibition?"

"Yeah." Ji Xingchen pulled away from her emotions and became much more awake. She stretched out her hand to push Lu Yanbei away, and her tone returned to a calm tone: "Ni Wen has accepted a painting exhibition for me, and there are still two paintings left."

Lu Yanbei stood up and saw that she was starting to distance herself from him again as before, his eyebrows raised slightly.

At this moment, she was actually thinking badly, if she never had inspiration and was trapped in it, would she subconsciously rely on herself just like before.

This dangerous idea was stopped by Lu Yanbei in time.

He said calmly: "I can be your model."

Ji Xingchen looked at him suspiciously: "I have no inspiration. Could it be that if you become my model, I will be inspired?"

Lu Yan said objectively: "I have met many famous painters who begged me to be their mannequins. I think you should need it too."

Ji Xingchen: "..." Can you be more shameless?

Her expression was solemn, and she was a little shaken.

Lu Yanbei's face and figure are indeed very attractive in the art circle.

The man narrowed his peach blossom eyes and pursued his victory: "The human body is also a kind of painting, not to mention that you have never tried a realistic style. This can be an opportunity for you to break through yourself. After all -"

Ji Xingchen's eyes jumped: "What exactly?"

The man curled his lips and said, "After all, there are not many people who are as good as me and willing to contribute."

"……"hehe!

Lu Yanbei asked: "Painter Ji, would you like to consider your husband's suggestion?"

Ji Xingchen frowned: "I agree to the suggestion, but remember to change the title."

"Oh." Lu Yanbei: "Miss Ji."

Ji Xingchen was furious: "I'm talking about my husband!"

"What?"

"husband!"

"Well, do you want to take off your clothes, honey?"

"?"

Ji Xingchen was almost speechless with anger.

In order to paint, she swallowed her anger and said: "Take it off."

The human body is about the balance of strength and beauty, and taking off clothes is the most intuitive manifestation.

Lu Yanbei slowly began to unbutton his shirt. His movements were slow, and it was obviously a normal behavior, but he gave him the impression that he was about to engage in a lewd action movie.

Ji Xingchen swallowed and hurriedly turned around to close the curtains.

Lu Yanbei said with a smile: "This is a villa. There is no one living in it for several kilometers, so you don't have to worry about your husband being seen by others."

Ji Xingchen glared at him angrily, and then the man restrained himself.

This was not the first time she had seen Lu Yanbei's body, and she would still be moved by it every time she saw it.

This face paired with this figure is really amazing.

If that damn Liang Ruo doesn't come back, then she can still continue to be a superficial couple with him for his money and his people.

Unfortunately, things went the other way.

Lu Yanbei didn't know what Ji Xingchen was thinking. Seeing her in a daze, he reminded her, "Do you still want to take it off?"

With that said, he started to untie the belt of his trousers.

When Ji Xingchen saw this, he walked over and held down the man's bony hand. His face turned red and he said, "Who asked you to take off your pants!"

Lu Yanbei's eyes darkened, the woman's hand covered the back of his hand, it felt soft, and there was a hidden place further down.

At this moment, Lu Yanbei desperately wanted to hold her hand downwards...


Chapter completed!