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Chapter 9: It seems that I also want to draw a little bit.

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　　Hand model?

　　Lin Yan raised his hand subconsciously. For him, there was no difference between being a hand model and being an assistant, but -

　　"This is another price." Lin Yan said righteously.

　　Although his hidden identity is that of a wealthy second generation who is not taken seriously, his cheap father has not provided him with living expenses for a long time, and he currently relies on him to support himself.

　　Sang Ning was not surprised. He stood up, approached the young man, and his eyes fell on his right hand: "The assistant's hourly salary will be increased ten times."

　　OK, let's line up for that expensive Internet celebrity pastry in the evening.

　　Lin Yan quickly made a decision in his heart: "Okay, boss, when will we start?"

　　"Now."

　　Sang Ning walked to the window and opened the curtains that blocked the light. Bright sunlight suddenly poured into the whole room, and Sang Ning Ning narrowed his eyes in discomfort and pointed at the easel leaning against the window.

　　Amy had already backed out, closing the door behind her.

　　According to Sang Ning's request, Lin Yan put his hand on the table in front of him, while Sang Ning sat in front of the easel. He sat very straight, but his eyes fell directly on the young man's hand.

　　The light of day fell on Hao Bai's fingertips. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. His nails were neatly trimmed and neatly trimmed. Every inch of his skin was white and flawless, as if the light was not sunlight projected in from the outside world, but the light source. itself.

　　Sanning just watched.

　　After sitting upright for five minutes, Lin Yan tilted his head: "Aren't you going to paint?"

　　Sang Ning said without raising his head: "Don't talk."

　　Lin Yan: "."

　　The owner of the studio is also the boss, so he had to listen. If the other party talks, lower your shoulders and act motionless like a mannequin.

　　With a buzz, the phone on the window sill vibrated, and the screen lit up for a moment.

　　Without moving his right hand, Lin Yan used his left hand to reach the mobile phone placed aside, and entered the password with one hand with difficulty.

　　After unlocking the phone, he raised his head and saw that Sang Ning was still looking at his hand very intently, showing no reaction, so he cautiously opened the dialog box.

　　It's information from Xu Yao.

　　As soon as he signed up for the diving club's seaside trip, he sent a message to Xu Yao asking for leave, and also asked about his health.

　　Until now, Xu Yao just replied to him: [I know. 】

　　Lin Yan was just about to put away his phone when he saw the dialog box showing "The other party is typing". He waited patiently for a while before Xu Yao's belated words came: "It's okay." ]

　　Lin Yan: [Maomao nods.jpg]

　　Just as this emoticon was sent, Sang Ning suddenly moved in front of him. He raised his hand to pick up the painting tools beside him, moved his chair back, sat in the shadow, and looked into the sun. Lin Yan.