My CEO's Potent

Nun extinction was speechless on the stage, but most of the students below were absent-minded. The students who want to sign up are grinding their hands and preparing secretly. They are a little excited and want to show their strength.

You know, this is to participate in the national competition on behalf of the school. If you win the prize, the gold content of the certificate is very high, and it is helpful for looking for a job, taking the postgraduate entrance examination and going abroad in the future. Others feel that they have nothing to do with themselves. They either sleep on their stomach or play with their mobile phones.

Fortunately, seeing Wu Shuangyi looking straight at the blackboard, nun extinction felt a little comforted. There were still good seedlings in the class. If she knew that Wu Shuangyi was thinking about things, she looked at the front without blinking. Just because of myopia, a beautiful misunderstanding was born. Would nun extinction spit blood.

After all, Wu Shuangyi listened to her words. Although he was not voluntary at the beginning, since the teacher had such great expectations for himself, he still had to take the competition seriously.

What's more, there is nothing to do. Finding something for yourself can also divert attention. If Yao Yi knew what she thought, he would say that the latter reason must be more important.

There was no class in the afternoon. Wu Shuangyi came to the studio alone, took out his tools and began to paint. A slight breeze blew the curtains of the studio. The sun sprinkled on Wu Shuangyi through the window. His slender fingers took the brush and took his works seriously, as if he were doing a great job.

The painting looks very pleasing to the eye, but the painting is not ideal. Just as nun Qin ye said, his heart is not pure. How can he draw a painting to his satisfaction?

Looking at what you draw, beauty is beautiful, but the effect is not what you want at all. I didn't pay attention to it when I was painting just now. Now I see that almost all the colors used are dark. It is said that the painting can reflect a person's state of mind at that time.

Wu Shuangyi couldn't help feeling a little depressed. He took the newly painted work off the drawing board and threw it aside at will. He began to re create, and there were no works to his satisfaction, so he finished painting and re painted.

The cell phone on the side was always on. Yao Yi called on the screen. The people who focused on painting didn't notice.

After a while, a figure walked into the studio, but there was nowhere to go. There were many paintings on the floor, each with a unique style of Wu Shuangyi. She squatted down and picked it up one by one.

Seeing that my friend was still seriously painting, I just felt that others were right. Serious women were the most beautiful. I couldn't help taking out my mobile phone and taking a beautiful picture of Wu Shuangyi.

Seeing that the other party didn't realize he was coming and didn't have the heart to disturb her inspiration, he stood quietly next to her and watched her finish the painting.

This stop was an hour, but Wu Shuangyi, who had finished his painting, was still dissatisfied. He frowned and wanted to throw the painting on the ground. Yao Yi took over the painting, "Oh, don't throw it. It's so good."

Wu Shuangyi was a little frightened and shook for a while. He turned his head and saw Yao Yi. "Why are you here? Why are you silent when you walk?"

Good friends talk so intimately. After listening to her, Yao Yi yells, "I've been standing here for more than an hour. I'm afraid I'll disturb your painting. You still..."

Wu Shuangyi looked at her funny appearance and burst into laughter“ Ha ha ha, you can tell me when you come. It's made you stand so long. "

Yao Yi didn't care. He was just a little confused. He raised his hand and said, "Shuangyi, aren't these paintings good? Why not? " It's a pity. In Yao Yi's opinion, the level of these paintings is very high. Don't be a pity.

"I've painted so many pictures, but I'm not satisfied with any of them. Alas..." I'm helpless. I can always draw words to my satisfaction. I don't know what's going on today.

It's not because you're in a bad mood, so you don't have inspiration. Yao Yi guessed in her heart. Unexpectedly, she the truth.

"Well, since you don't want it, let me collect these words. When we all hang up, the painting will certainly appreciate and leave a fortune for my children and grandchildren, ha ha."

Looking at Yao Yi, the ghost horse, they couldn't help laughing. Yao Yi pulled Wu Shuangyi's hand, "well, let's have a meal. The power of delicious food can make people feel better. If you feel good, the painting will naturally be good." Listening to Yao Yi's words, it seems reasonable. They went to the canteen for dinner together.

But let's not say that if she stayed in the studio all the time, she might not be satisfied with her painting, but after dinner, they took a walk again, and she felt much better.

After returning to his bedroom, Wu Shuangyi looked at his previous paintings and wanted to find some inspiration. Qin Ye looks at such Wu Shuangyi and laughs sarcastically. Hum, it's useless. Anyway, the first place will be his own.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shuangyi slept. When she woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Maybe she had a good rest. A lot of inspiration burst out of her mind.

In view of Yao Yi's complaint just now that he didn't answer her phone, Wu Shuangyi left a message in the setting, saying that he went to the studio to draw and explained. Then immediately took the tools to the studio.

Turn on the light and can't wait to draw what you think. In her hand, the white paper began to have content. Infatuated, she is a complete Wu Shuangyi at this time.

Hearing about the selection competition, Shen Changyi still wanted to care about Wu Shuangyi, but he didn't expect to listen to the message and be told to go to the studio to draw. When he looked at his watch, it was more than twelve o'clock. He immediately put on his coat and ran to the studio.

"Why are you still painting so late?" Not as intimate as Yao Yi, Shen Changyi questioned as soon as he entered the studio. At this time, Wu Shuangyi finished his painting and saw Shen Changyi coming.

He couldn't help running over, grabbed his arm and jumped up happily, "Changyi, I finished painting, I finally finished painting."

It seemed that she was infected by her joy. Just now, she was worried that her anger was diluted. Looking at the woman whose face was slightly red because of excitement, Shen Changyi only felt that she was scratched by a cat's paw.

Looking at her small mouth telling joy, she couldn't help kissing it. Feeling his intention, Wu Shuangyi immediately avoided it, which made Shen Changyi unsuccessful and embarrassed for a time.