Chapter 147 Teacher Jiang is not serious again

   "Be serious." Quan Yi patted his hand off.

  The colorful fingerprints on Zhang Luyu's chin are funny, and everything must be given by Jiang Qi.

   "It's all right, let's change clothes." Jiang Qi closed it as soon as he saw it, and quickly invited the uncle with high pressure in the door.

  Sure enough, there is a taste of art everywhere, and even the paintings on the walls are painted by Jiang Qi himself.

  Zhang Luyu really meticulously records every painting here, it's so expensive!

  The ten-minute dressup is over.

  Quan Yi, who was chatting with Jiang Qi, first discovered Zhang Luyu, and then stopped chatting. Jiang Qi was very excited.

  Zhang Luyu’s hair was originally to be dyed silver, but it took time. Jiang Qi thought that his black hair would be inappropriate for the person in the painting he wanted, but he didn't expect it to look pleasing to the eye.

  Since the silver hair could not be dyed, Jiang Qi gave him a pair of silver spectacle frames with black hair. She wears the usual plaid home clothes, her black hair is deliberately turned up, and she looks very handsome when her face is cold. The pants are also deliberately short, revealing a small ankle, making her legs long.

  In terms of scheming, I really have to convince Jiang Qi to create a lot of foil to Zhang Luyu's figure.

  Why didn’t Quan Yi find an internationally renowned photographer? It is because Jiang Qi's painting skills are comparable to reality, and he can even paint a suitable background and make a painting full of life.

   "You look good, you are the best one of the many boys I have drawn!" Jiang Qixiang saw Bao and kept walking around him.

   "Are there many? So far, you have painted four boys, and you are still passers-by. Girls have more than a hundred people, right?" Quan Yi took down the stage in a second, and the most annoying thing was to say it casually. It seems to have been accidentally said.

   Jiang Qi despised him with gestures, and brought Zhang Luyu to the studio.

   Quan Yi refused to enter. He entered once, and there was no place to sit inside, except for the space around the chair where the model was sitting.

   "Come on, Yu Yu, listen to my arrangements."

  "..."

  Instructor Jiang turned out to be like this in private.

  Jiang Qi’s background is the third young master of the sixth largest group in city a. His aristocratic temperament and young master’s aura are due to his family background. Fortunately, the Jiang family has an elder brother and a second sister.

  Zhang Luyu sat on the sofa, half of his face lowered to the side. There is no smile on his face, but his eyes are warm. One hand stroked the white cat he had imagined, laying his legs lazily. The whole person is soft, bathed in sunlight penetrating through the glass wall.

  The frame of the glasses is still half of the bridge of the nose, which seems to fall off. Jiang Qi According to his temperament, appearance, and figure, Zhang Luyu is now acting as a man with a cool appearance and a soft heart.

  It's just that Jiang Qi underestimated Zhang Luyu. Even if he can't act like this, he can still draw feelings. It's...perfect! At that moment, I felt the picture he had constructed from his own brain came out.

   "Perfect, keep." Jiang Qi made no secret of praise, arranged the drawing board, and painted to him.

  At the same time, Xu Xu was surprised, wouldn’t he be nervous? The look still remains, and there is an illusion that this is a puppet with a soul.

   Quan Yi did not talk to Jiang Qi about Zhang Luyu’s occupation, and naturally did not know the professional training acting skills of mercenaries.

   "I suggest that you develop two careers at the same time, model and actor." Jiang Qi proposed this method, which is also concerned about him.

  An actor? It's still too public. In the entertainment industry or something, if anyone hires a mercenary to assassinate him, he will not be able to fight back.

  He is now a model and cannot speak. Can only listen to him quietly.

   "Hey, what was your previous occupation? Forget it, you can't talk. Then we will talk after painting."

  (End of this chapter)