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"I don't care, I must get that fashion resource!" Yuwen Jie's slightly dozed eyes slightly raised. The young and handsome boy was full of rebelliousness, his clear-cut chin showed sharp angles, and a row of shiny and dazzling earrings showed his perverseness. In a casual outfit, his jingling and exaggerated accessories made him look sharp and fashionable, and on the top floor made him look incompatible with cement.

"What if I can't get it? Is it snatched away by Fang Kaixuan?" Nian Botong said lightly: "I want you to settle down now and stop asking for your female fans. I don't want me to break the publicity and leave your relationship. You died as soon as you debuted. The current public opinion has very high requirements for artists' morality, and it is a disadvantage that they can't survive in this industry."

"If I can't make it, I will go home to sell my house." Yuwen Jie didn't care at all. He was so arrogant when he had a mine at home. If he couldn't make it, he would go back to inherit the family business.

Nian Botong smiled and said, "You can't make it, but there is still a way out. I have no way out with other newcomers in the company who have not yet debuted. The contract has been signed with additional terms, and that fashion resource is yours."

Yuwen Jie sneered: "Are you not afraid that I will expose your words and let the people outside see your true face!"

"Not afraid." Nian Botong looked up: "I didn't have a good reputation, but I still care about this? I went to Shang Shi to sign an additional contract, just for your uncle's face, and the company would not cheat you."

"You have the face to mention my uncle? When you took him to jail, you didn't mention face. He hates you so much now, saying you are an ungrateful wolf and a poisonous snake." Yuwen Jie chewed chewing gum, "I won't sign that clause. I have to go through your consent to a relationship. Why?"

"You can go home and sell your dad's house."

Someone called his name behind him.

Nian Botong turned around and saw Fang Xinghe walking towards him, waved his hand at him while walking, deliberately shouting: "Nian, Bo, Tong!"

Nian Botong asked: "Is this collective... drawing?"

"Well. Everyone thinks that the top floor can see the whole city."

"oh."

Fang Xinghe felt sensitively that Nian Bo was doubting her purpose of coming to the top floor, "I'm here to draw a painting. If I don't commit suicide, I will never commit suicide in the future. In this life, I will just wait for the day when I live to the end of my life!"

Yuwen Jie glanced at Fang Xinghe casually, "Who is this steamed bun face?"

Fang Xinghe flew over with a knife, and she calmly rubbed her face. She knew that her face was round, but... it was definitely not a steamed bun face!

She quickly looked at Yuwen Jie, nodded to him very well, and then spoke to Nian Botong: "You guys don't have a break today? Have you acted in a TV series? When will I see the TV series you acted in on TV?"

"I'm not an actor."

"How is it possible? Don't be discouraged now. If you look like this, you will definitely become popular." She turned around and said to Yuwen Jie: "He is so tall, so handsome and so stylish, it is hard tolerate if he is not an actor. Alas, are you his agent?"

Yuwen Jie checked himself and looked up at her: "???"

Nian Bo was laughing together.

Yuwen Jie was furious: "Smile! You waste your artists being so busy like an agent, do you have the face to smile?!"

"Ah? Did I make a mistake?" Fang Xinghe was stunned and surprised, "You are an artist? Oh——I'm sorry, I didn't see it for a while." He deliberately approached Nian Botong and muttered: "Nian Botong, are the people recruited by your company bad eyes? Oh, I understand, the editor's photo editing skills are high now!"

Nian Botong added: "Plastic surgery technology is also advanced."

Yuwen Jie, who looked shocked, raised his feet downstairs like crazy, "Shang Shi! Shang Shi! Where have you died?"

After Yuwen Jie left, Fang Xinghe put down his hand covering his face, snorted coldly, and muttered: "Tell me about steamed bun face... If he becomes popular in the future, I will be his number one black fan, and I will specifically criticize him!"

"You really came here to draw?" Nian Botong had already walked towards the direction where several classmates placed the easels. Everyone was putting paper in, and when they saw someone coming, they stopped moving.

"Xinghe, do you know him?" Chen Yuan asked.

Fang Xinghe nodded: "Well, he is my grandma's friend. His name is Nian Botong, the thirty-story film and television company we passed by. By the way, Nian Botong, if you don't work as an actor in that film and television company, what job do you do?"

"Manage." Nian Botong had a smile on his face. The well-made white shirt and suit pants looked formal but casual. He had wide shoulders, narrow hips and straight figure. The most common combination also brought the ultimate eye-catching effect on him.

Xiao Man rubbed against Fang Xinghe with his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "He is so stylish, how old is he?"

"I don't know." Fang Xinghe turned his head and asked, "Nian Botong, are you Gui Geng this year?"

Nian Botong smiled: "Twenty-five."

"You still want to be my grandfather at the age of twenty-five?" Fang Xinghe held a grudge, "You are just a little older than us!"

Chen Yuan and the chicken chops were placed on the easel and stood beside them and watched. Fang Xinghe asked, "Why don't you go and fetch water?"

"We don't know where to fetch water."

"Go to the bathroom of the film and television company on the 30th floor. Hurry up, the light is right now." Fang Xinghe handed his little bucket to Xiao Meng, "Xiao Meng, please help me get a bucket. Hehe."

"Did you say thank you or hee?"

Fang Xinghe: "I was so grateful from the bottom of my heart that I laughed out loud."

Several people went downstairs to fetch water together. Fang Xinghe was busy carrying the folding easel and finding a place to stabilize it. She was preparing for the painting, "Nian Botong, are there any famous artists in your company? Every time I see that kind of young person, I have never appeared on TV."

Nian Botong put his hands on the half-person-high fence, looking into the distance, and didn't seem to hear what she was saying. Fang Xinghe walked to him and looked down. The cars down the thirty-story building all became little ants, running back and forth on the road.

"Nian Botong!" Fang Xinghe leaned over and shouted. Nian Botong then looked back at her, "Are you talking to me?"

"Well, I asked you what you were looking at, but you ignored me..." Fang Xinghe felt that there was nothing good to look at, so he retracted his head, opened the gouache box, and took a small watering can to spray water into the paint box.

She moves skillfully and quickly, and she looks like she does it often.

Nian Botong turned around and leaned against the wall, watching her work from a high place. From the side, she could see that she seemed to be muttering something. He couldn't hear it clearly, so he squatted down, "What is your goal? Jinghua? Are you sure?"

"It must be. I want to take the Beijing Photography Department and become a photographer in the future." She suddenly thought of something and looked up and asked, "If I specialize in character photography in the future, do you want to hire me to take photos of artists in your company? But I didn't take pictures of that person just now, and the hatred of the steamed bun face is irreconcilable!"

Nian Botong lowered his head and smiled: "It's quite a grudge."

"It's a must." Fang Xinghe said: "I can't even remember the hatred. Can I still remember the test formula?" He looked up at him, "Are you still worried that I will commit suicide? Really, don't keep staring at me. My grandmother asked you to take care of me, and you won't always push me to suicide, right?"

Nian Botong raised his eyebrows, "It's the first time you've appeared in front of me and you're going to commit suicide. I'm confirming whether you have a tendency to commit suicide."

"The conscience of heaven and earth, I have the impulse in my life. But you are so annoying. You are so handsome, I like you very much. If you always do this, I will really hate you." Fang Xinghe wiped the paint on the scraper with a rag. "I have accepted the reality that my grandmother has left, and I am sad enough. I entered the school I want to go to and learned the paintings I want to learn. I don't have to worry about tuition. Living expenses are more than enough. I will be a photographer in the future. I commit suicide? How pitiful is my grandmother there? In the world of living people, there are no one who mourns her face." She suddenly looked up at Nian Botong again, "But I still have to thank you for stopping my impulse at that moment, otherwise, I might be in a pigpen that I am half alive."

Nian Botong laughed out loud, and he nodded: "It's good to know."

There was a voice from the stairs, and Nian Botong stood up, "I won't disturb you if you draw."

Fang Xinghe nodded: "Yes."

The chicken chops came up with a small bucket and met Nian Botong. They hurriedly carried the small bucket and made way. Nian Botong nodded to them and went down the stairs.
Chapter completed!