Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil

FOD Chap 2.8

Wei Xi Yan, who was driven out of the Ning family, naturally couldn’t fight back. He had no choice but to settle out of court with Fu Xuan, and promised to forever quit the oil painting industry.

Wei Xi Yan, who could no longer pick up his beloved paint brush, obviously suffered great pain and lost his will to live.

Now, Zhou Yun Sheng was a day student, he only painted in the Ning residence’s art studio, not with his fellow students, making it difficult for Fu Xuan to plagiarize.

Seeing that the time limit for work submission was getting closer, he was finally uneasy, calling constantly, even lying to Zhou Yun Sheng, saying that the instructor put him in charge of collecting the junior students’ submissions.

Zhou Yun Sheng promised to hand it in, then hung up, his eyes darkening slightly.

He carefully scrutinized the work on the easel, modified a few places where he wasn’t satisfied, and took it to Ning Si Nian’s study after it dried.

It was the weekend, so Ning Si Nian was working from home. He earnestly examined a thick file, glancing at the monitor every ten minutes or so.

Seeing that the boy was standing at the artboard and painting as usual, his heart felt extremely steady. The youth wouldn’t go anywhere, he would always stand in place, waiting for him.

The thought came suddenly, but it made him feel even more delighted.

When he returned from his thoughts, the studio was already empty, and a familiar anxious feeling bubbled up in his heart.

If such a thing happened while he was at the company, he would’ve immediately called to make Zhao Jun find him. But today was his day off, he decided to do it himself.

Just as he put down the file, the door was knocked. Ning Si Nian impatiently asked,

“Who?”

“It’s me.”

The youth’s voice was crisp and sweet.

Ning Si Nian instantly stiffened, after he snapped out of it, he immediately shut off the monitor above the computer, fixed the messy folders, and quickly walked towards the door.

He stopped before reaching the door to fix his hair in the glass door of the bookcase. After verifying that he was very handsome, he smiled and opened the door,

“Xi Yan, come in.”

He naturally grabbed the youth’s snow-white wrist and pulled him to the double sofa. He thought about pouring him a cup of coffee, but somehow felt that this drink wasn’t right, so he ran downstairs to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk. After heating it up, he carefully carried it back up.

Zhou Yun Sheng felt extremely comfortable being waited upon by him, but he put on a very flattered expression. Red cheeks, accompanied by a pair of clear and moist peach blossom eyes, fanboy Ning Si Nian almost lost control.

Pressing down the agitation in his heart, Ning Si Nian sat next to the youth and softly asked,

“Xi Yan, do you have something to tell me?”