Longing for the Salted Fish Male God of Life

"Xiaochen's phone has never been answered, and I don't know the specific situation."

"It's not much use to know. Five thousand, he can't make so much by himself, not to mention that when he first started, he owed the show team a hundred yuan."

"Let's find Xiaochen, the director team told me his location."

He Jiong said with his phone.

Everyone set off to the location of Bai Chen.

At this time, after Bai Chen just finished painting a painting, the weather has gradually turned dark, and it is no longer easy to paint at this time.

"Hello, sir, do you still paint?"

A crisp and gentle voice sounded beside Bai Chen.

"Sorry, it's dark and the light is not good, the effect of the painting will not be good, so I won't paint it."

Bai Chen replied without raising his head.

"The light here is not good, we can change the place." The girl said softly.

At this time, Bai Chen couldn't help but look up at the people around him.

"We can pay double the price," the girl said.

"us?"

Bai Chen looked at her suspiciously.

"Uh... yes, my friend likes your paintings very much, and she wants you to draw her a sketch."

The girl hesitated for a moment.

Bai Chen didn't answer, his expression seemed to be thinking about something...

Chapter 43 Sorry, Miss, I do not provide chat service!

Bai Chen finally nodded in the expectant eyes of the girl.

"Then please come with me." The girl walked ahead and said.

Bai Chen put away the drawing board and stood up, but before taking two steps, the girl in front looked back at the photographer behind Bai Chen, and couldn't help but stop.

"Sorry, the photographer will not be with us anymore, thank you." The girl's attitude at this time was obviously different from her previous attitude towards Bai Chen.

Bai Chen glanced at the photographer and then said, "Then you can rest on the first floor first, I'll be fine soon."

The photographer nodded, and Bai Chen followed the girl upstairs.

"Excuse me, what's your name sir?"

When the two were going upstairs, the girl asked.

"Bai Chen."

When the girl heard the name, she couldn't help showing a sure smile.

"Hello, Mr. Bai, my name is An Ran."

The girl named An Ran seemed to want to convey something to Bai Chen through her name.

However, when Bai Chen heard the name, he just nodded calmly without any other reaction.

At this time, An Ran and Bai Chen had already reached the third floor.

An Ran knocked on the door.

A woman's cold voice came from the room: "Come in."

An Ran pushed the door open.

As soon as Bai Chen entered the door, he saw a woman sitting on an antique wooden chair.

She has an incomparably delicate face, and there is an innate coldness in her expression. Her temperament is inexplicably similar to Bai Chen's, both of which are icebergs that strangers should not approach.

Bai Chen is looking at this woman, and she is also looking at Bai Chen.

The two stared at each other for a while.

The woman opened her lips lightly and said, "Sketch, draw."

Bai Chen didn't talk nonsense. At this time, although he felt that there was something wrong with these two women, he didn't take it too seriously.

After Bai Chen sat down, he opened the drawing board.

Before starting to write, Bai Chen still followed the previous practice, read it first, and wrote down the charm and characteristics of the object to be painted.

However, because this woman's temperament belongs to the iceberg type, and her eyes always have a faint queen-like arrogance.

This made Bai Chen need more time to write down the look in her eyes.

However, at this time, the woman who was stared directly at by Bai Chen, she stared at each other from the beginning, and then slowly her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably as Bai Chen looked at her.

This feeling of being out of her own control was the first time, which made her a little flustered.

After she endured for a few minutes, she found that Bai Chen was still looking at her, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore.

He said in a cold voice, "Why have you been looking at me?"