The place I chose was a Sichuan restaurant. Zhuo Yifan sat there listening to his master's lesson, feeling that he was no different from the basin of boiled fish on the table.

It's really a frying thing in a pan.

The man next to his master also tried to smooth things over, but the other party was also taciturn and just briefly introduced himself: "Long Yu."

Zhuo Yifan raised his eyelids and looked at him. He looked at the other person's nose bridge, looking handsome. He secretly compared it with Luo Yi, the scumbag in his heart. He thought that this was a good party. In the words of the novel, he had the temperament of a righteous palace as soon as he appeared. He also introduced himself seriously: "Zhuo Yifan, the boss of Zhuo Xiaohei Studio."

The two of them introduced each other and stopped talking.

Only Fang Jingyao was teaching his apprentice a lesson. He was really a tossing and turning speech like a son. He was heartbroken: "Look at these things you did! How do I tell you usually? If you have any questions, try to mediate first. If you can't solve them, tell me, "You're fine, just spread the word! What's the best thing to do if you make a fuss about it so publicly?"

Zhuo Yifan looked up at his master, and he was about to bulge like a furious puffer fish.

Fang Jingyao said nothing without stopping, and continued to thrust at him: "Your studio is just starting out and it's amazing to have a new book, right? How many people are staring at you and are looking forward to something happening to you, and you rush up by yourself! I have put in a lot of effort to ask you for the new book you cooperate with, and I'm just waiting to promote you this year. You think this market is as easy as it was in previous years, and I don't think about the impact!"

The puffer fish sitting opposite me instantly calmed down, feeling that I was the most important thing, and I felt wronged, but I felt a little relieved.

Fang Jingyao said: "Sun An and those guys are, so they didn't stop you..."

Zhuo Yifan twitched his nose: "I stopped him, but I didn't stop him."

Fang Jingyao: “…”

Fang Jingyao slapped the table and gave another serious teaching, just like a middle-aged father who was angry with a heart attack when he was tutoring his son for homework, his face full of despair.

Zhuo Yifan listened with his head down, and he endured everything he said, but he couldn't help but raised his head and refuted one or two sentences.

There is only one point he can't stand, that idiot Luo Yi.

"Master, can you bear this matter? He is a Luo Yi, who is not a good writer. He usually copied so many of you. I think he is just taking advantage of it. This time, I put my pictures on your desk and let him use them. What about next time? Will you turn on the computer and change the picture directly?!" Zhuo Yifan sneered, and his mouth was unforgivable at all. At this moment, he could not see the melancholy temperament of the beautiful boy. It was as sharp as a sharp knife. "He just depends on your good temper. This painting is mine. If it were yours, wouldn't it be useless to copy it!"

Fang Jingyao has a temper that calms people's mind. He is the biggest victim in this matter, but both sides are their own people, so there is really no place to say anything about suffering.

The story is simple.

He changed two artworks for Zhuo Yifan, put them on the table and kept them away. Luo Yi from the same studio saw it and took it to use it.

If Fang Jingyao usually goes to say a few words to the other party and asks the other party to apologize and give some compensation, but can Zhuo Yifan bear it?!

That must be unbearable!

He fought with great enthusiasm and wanted to die with the other party.

Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth: "If he falls into my hands, I will not kill him!"

Fang Jingyao frowned: "It's almost done, it's not good for you to chase and fight hard."

Zhuo Yifan was dissatisfied.

Fang Jingyao sighed and reminded him as if he was coaxing a child: "You can finish the work in your hands first, and let's talk about the rest later."

Zhuo Yifan rolled his Adam's apple twice, and looked at his master's eyes red: "Master, I know I was hurting you this time. I can't do anything because you took the blame. But at the beginning, I didn't like Luo Yi's arrogant look and idiot, he really treated himself as a dish! You don't know how many people outside look down on him, and it's not up to me. He chose it first, and he won't mess with him if he doesn't copy it, but how can you take the blame? Half of my paintings are painted by you... What's going on!"

Fang Jingyao watched him act quietly and asked coldly: "What's going on? You don't know?"

Zhuo Yifan's voice was also a little weaker: "I don't know."

The opposite side had been with him for so many years, and when he saw his eyes dodging, he began to get angry: "If you have this filial piety, don't tell me! Both sides are my things. If you try less, I can't leave... No, I said, did you mean it? Are you looking forward to me leaving?"

Zhuo Yifan's face froze for a moment, but soon changed into a flattering smile, and his little tiger teeth with a sharp grin showed a little bit of sharp teeth and shouted "Master".

The person on the opposite side snorted, still angry.

Zhuo Yifan's voice softened. This time he stopped acting, and he said sincerely: "Master, how can I look forward to you leaving? I just want to take this opportunity to deal with him." This was true. He sued Luo Yi, but he couldn't stand the idiot taking advantage of his master, and he also pointed at his master's studio. He had been in that studio for five years and he didn't dare to move around. Why did Luo Yi dare to sit in the management position?! Zhuo Yifan originally wanted to kick Luo Yi out in one go, and even thought that even if his master abandoned both of them impatiently, he would still have to clear the side of the king.

But unexpectedly, his master Fang Jingyao chose to leave by himself.

Luo Yi was very scheming. He was also acting in front of others. Only his master was consistent from beginning to end. This person was a good old man. He swallowed this breath quickly and patted his butt and left.

Luo Yi is a fake gentleman, he is a real villain, and his master is a hero of Yiyun Yehe. This man is like the ones he painted, he is a true friend who can sing, drink, and ride a horse to the world together.

Zhuo Yifan said seriously: "Master, if you can escape from the sea of ​​suffering, I will never say anything. I will give my position to you directly."

Fang Jingyao looked up at him.

Zhuo Yifan also looked at him, with a little yearning in his eyes: "The broken studio was so bad that Luo Yi was tortured. It would be fine if you come to me. We are still the same as before. I will paste some paper and make ink for you, and do odd jobs."

Fang Jingyao was so troubled that he returned to his hometown, so he naturally refused to go to his apprentice's studio again, so he shook his head and refused.

Zhuo Yifan was not discouraged. He felt that it was a little progress to be able to sit down and have a meal with his master today. After all, he had just bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors.

Zhuo Yifan served the meal with all his heart, and after the meal, his master went to pay the bill.

Zhuo Yifan looked up at the man opposite him, and happened to be looking at him as well.

The other party looked at him from a high point and said coldly: "Let's talk."

Zhuo Yifan didn't take him seriously at first, but for his master's sake, he couldn't help but say a few perfunctory words. The other party was very interested in what he said about "Luo Yi". Zhuo Yifan never felt tired when touching Luo Yi, so he opened his mouth and said it again.

After listening carefully, the other party waved his hand to signal Zhuo Yifan to get closer, lowered his voice and discussed with him seriously how to solve this problem from a legal perspective.

The other party's voice was cold and his wrists were hard enough. Zhuo Yifan's hair was a little raised when he heard it.

"Since you want to sue, it is natural that the victim should be more suitable. I think Jing Yao is more suitable for this role than you." Long Yu looked up at him, with a polite and distant pupil, and his lips were pursed and almost no curved. "You and Luo Yi probably didn't treat this matter as an important matter, right? I'm bluntly speaking, if I had to do this matter, you and Luo Yi should have opened their hearts and talked seriously in the court."

Zhuo Yifan swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

Long Yu said coldly: "You are not young anymore, so it is better to have some proper knowledge of legal knowledge."

Zhuo Yifan couldn't sit still anymore. His master was not here, why did he feel that the person beside him turned black in an instant? He couldn't help but look up and wanted to see if his master came back. Compared to the slightly sarcastic conversations now, the lessons his master had just learned to be like spring breeze.

The man opposite seemed to have thought of a place with him, and sighed slightly and said, "Jing Yao loves you very much and doesn't want you to be hurt."

Zhuo Yifan looked up at him and found that the coldness in the other person's eyes had relieved a lot.

After changing to a slightly relaxed posture, Long Yu said to him: "You just need to cooperate with me in the next thing, and I will handle it with full authority for Jing Yao."

Zhuo Yifan frowned a little, and he felt like his master was about to be snatched away.

Long Yu smiled and said, "You can call him closer, after all, I am Jing Yao's fiancé." He thought for a while and said, "You are right to call Master Jing Yao?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded.

Long Yu said to him with some interest: "Then what should you call me?"

Zhuo Yifan felt like a child who was taken out to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year, and the other party was still guiding the way to take advantage of him and his master.

Zhuo Yifan wanted to call him "Master's wife", but when he looked at the man's eyes as he looked at him, he was still timid. He shook the corner of his mouth and said, "Master...Master?"

Long Yu was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled and shook his head, getting closer to him: "You are still young, so it's quite interesting to shout like this first."

Zhuo Yifan: "Oh."

...

By the time Fang Jingyao paid the bill, Zhuo Yifan had been disguised as a result of his new master's temper and did not dare to mention going home with his master. He took his bag and went to the hotel.

Fang Jingyao still loved this apprentice. After all, he brought it to him since childhood. He changed him to a hotel closer to him and sent it to him in person.

Zhuo Yifan likes to stick to his master, but he also looks at people's eyes. When he gets off the car and gets his luggage, he goes to check in and registers.

He could see that his master also liked Long Yu very much. Although he was a little reluctant, he still didn't want to be a light bulb.

When I went to the front desk, Zhuo Yifan saw that there was a hot spring here, so he first asked for a room with a hot spring in the room.

The front desk was a little embarrassed and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, there are two hot spring rooms under maintenance, and the rest have been booked."

Zhuo Yifan said: "Then you need a bigger suite."

He never felt wronged outside, and he swiped all his dad's cards - this time he was his dad.

The front desk checked it and soon felt a little embarrassed: "Sir, I'm so sorry..."

Zhuo Yifan said: "No, the suite is gone?"

“Only the junior suite.”

Zhuo Yifan thought for a while and said, "Then let's have a small suite. Are you a tourist attraction? Why are the rooms so nervous?"

He asked casually, and the front desk answered quite seriously: "Because a company has come to have a meeting recently, it's very nervous to book a room." After she finished processing, she smiled and handed over the card and said, "Your card has been completed, and there are also good attractions nearby. What aspects do you want to see?"

The springs here are quite famous, with many natural springs, mountains, rivers and lakes. The front desk has straight waists, so you can obviously be very confident to answer the young gentleman’s question.

Zhuo Yifan touched his chin and thought about it, and asked her seriously: "Is there a vegetable market near you?"

The front desk blinked: “Ah?”

Zhuo Yifan gestured to her and said, "It's the same as the old man and the old lady when you wake up in the morning. The side dishes are very fresh. It's better to have some seafood, river food, etc., is there any?"

Front desk: "I really don't know this."

Zhuo Yifan sighed and waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll search the Internet by myself."

The front desk held his breath and waited for him to leave. Then the phone rang again. When he answered, he heard that it was a guest in the presidential suite upstairs. The front desk had some impression of him, because there were so few people who could wear such a burgundy shirt, which was so sexy and beautiful, especially the other party was surrounded by two bodyguards, and they looked like the eldest master of a rich family.

At this moment, the eldest young master called and his voice was also lazy: "Is there a duck here..."

The front desk was stunned: "Ah?"

Holding the microphone there, probably talking to the person next to him, listening to the voice of a child vaguely. Soon the eldest young master said: "You want a yellow duck, put it in the bathtub, and you want it brand new. If you have it, please send two pairs."

The front desk then breathed a sigh of relief, regained the stiff professional smile on his face and said, "Yes, please wait and send it to you later."
Chapter completed!