The manager was a little embarrassed, and when he left, he told Xiaoxuan, "These two are important guests, you can't offend them!"

Xiaoxuan just lowered his head, said nothing, and looked unhappy.

Fortunately, Qu Yan didn't mind. She originally wanted to drink with Du Ruo, but Du Ruo was in a bad mood.

But now that there are two more people in the private room, she is very uncomfortable, and she just sips while drinking, maintaining her sanity.

But Du Ruo was interested, and while he was able to drink vigorously, he praised the Awen she ordered, muttering: "My old lady likes a man who talks less, and a man who talks a lot is annoying like a bee! All day long with you. The ears are buzzing, and you can't drive them away!"

While vomiting, while drinking a glass of water and wine.

Qu Yan looked at and shook his head. Cheng Shao's words... although not many, but not many.

No wonder Du Ruo has such thoughts.

After drinking two more glasses, Du Ruo was so happy that he turned on the machine in the box and started to sing songs. Unexpectedly, a little beauty who seemed to be upright could sing with a bad tone, and the whole box was full of music. The weird atmosphere...

But listening to Du Ruo screaming there, Qu Yan didn’t know what to do, and her mood became a little more open. He actually picked up the microphone and sang with Du Ruo. He also chose the song "Torture," and the soprano screamed. Almost all people’s eardrums are torn.

"When your heart beats, love begins to torment! Every minute, every second; the fire is burning, how good is it to burn to ashes! Call me miss, don't make a noise..."

Seeing the two of them being extremely engaged in singing, Xiaoxuan and Awen glanced at each other dumbly, and then they covered their ears tacitly.

They don't know if they are singing very hard, but they are really suffering from listening.

After howling a song, Qu Yan took a breath, put the microphone down, and looked at Xiaoxuan, who didn’t know when he raised his head. It was a little surprised——

This boy, looks real...excellent and beautiful.

He has pale skin and long eyes, and his eyes unconsciously carry a pitiful atmosphere. At first glance, he is the kind of skin that rich women like. It is no wonder that he can go to work and officially open business even with such a formality.

"Ready to check out, by the way, how is your drawing level?" Qu Yan asked casually.

Xiao Xuan didn't expect that she would ask this question, and a little panicked took out one of her dilapidated mobile phones.

A gleam of light flashed in Qu Yan's eyes. She had used this kind of mobile phone before.

Xiaoxuan pressed it for a long time, and the phone loaded it for about a minute before loading his painting.

In the painting, a swallowtail butterfly emerges from its cocoon. The painting style is extremely delicate. It can be seen that this is a child with a good foundation.

Qu Yan nodded, turned out Huang Ping’s business card, and handed it to him, “I think you are a good painter. You can apply for an intern position in the LP design department. If you don’t know how to design, you can go to the publicity department to help draw posters. Yes, in short, try not to force yourself for things you don’t like."

This is actually what she wanted to say to the former Xiao Yan.

In the past, Qu Yan also went to places like bars to dance and work. Naturally, I know that many people have no choice but to make such a move. Of course, some people do not have the ability.

Since this Xiaoxuan is quite capable, then if he can help, please help him.

Xiaoxuan was very surprised. He reached out to take the business card, raised his deer-like eyes to look at Qu Yan, choked up and asked, "Why are you helping me?"

"Maybe because I once met a person who likes painting very much, but finally gave up his beloved paintbrush. I am also sorry."