Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

Chapter 26

"Yan Zhi, why are you here?" Xing Tian smiled falsely, his sharp eyes signaled Zhuang Ying to put on her clothes immediately.

"The director asked me to bring this to you." Yan Zixiao handed over a very beautifully packaged box.

Xing Tian took the box, opened it, and said, "It's lunch from my uncle."

Yan Zixiao's task was completed, and when he turned around and walked back, Xing Tian called him anxiously: "Wait——Yan—"

Yan Zixiao turned her head indifferently, and Xing Tian asked nervously, "Have you had lunch?"

"No."

"Then let's eat together."

"No need, the group ordered lunch."

"The lunch box is not nutritious, greasy, and the seasoning is heavy..."

"Thank you, I think it's okay," Yan Zixiao politely refused, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Unable to keep Yan Zixiao, Xing Tian raised his eyebrows while holding the box, a trace of cruelty and coldness that no one noticed flashed in his eyes, and walked back to the lounge angrily.Seeing Zhuang Ying staring at the lunch box in his hand, his bright smile returned to his face: "Zhuang Yi, eat!"

Zhuang Ying opened the lunch box, picked up a piece of deep-sea fish with high protein content, and ate it with relish.In contrast, Xing Tian had no appetite at all. He leaned on the bed lazily with his hands behind his head, his gloomy expression made it hard to guess what he was thinking.

After Zhuang Ying ate half of it, she was full.He plucked up his courage again and seduced Xing Tian.This time Xing Tian didn't neglect him again.Zhuang Ying only felt the sky spinning, a gust of hot air hit his ears, it was numb, and in an instant, he fell into a softness.

Immediately afterwards, there was Xing Tian's fierce and powerful impact|hitting and endless demands...

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In Yan Zixiao's mind, he kept thinking about the scene he accidentally encountered just now—it was very interesting, he never thought that that playboy Xing Tian would also reject Ruanxiang.He also remembered the first time the two of them were in the parking lot when the car shook, and he also vividly remembered some scenes that were not suitable for children.

Before finishing work, Yan Zixiao received an invitation.Cheng Xun brought it to him.

"Director Chen, what is this?" Yan Zixiao asked in confusion.

"The filming work in City S is almost over this Friday, and that day happens to be Young Master Xing's birthday. He is going to hold a banquet and invite you."

The design of the golden invitation card is high-end, it feels very good, and it can also smell a faint fragrance. From these details, one can guess that Xing Tian's birthday party is not low-style.

"Young Master Xing's birthday party can't be attended by anyone who wants to. The production team invited the main creative team and several actors, and you are one of them."

"I'm not familiar with him..." Yan Zixiao was not interested in Xing Tian's birthday at all.

"Unfamiliar? Just pretend. The road guide told me that Young Master Xing just had dinner with you in private and went to places with a lot of people to cause riots. Besides, a friend is a relationship between you and me. Since he has the heart Please, why don't you make good use of such a good opportunity."

Having no interest in fame, wealth and connections, Yan Zixiao frankly remains unmoved.

After 5 minutes, Cheng Xun persuaded Yan Zixiao not to move, and said: "Yan Zixiao, are you brainless? You are really going to piss me off!" and left. Yan Zixiao looked at Cheng Xun speechlessly, and threw the invitation into the drawer.

Yan Zixiao picked up his son, and on the way home, the two had dinner at a fast food restaurant.

Along the way, Yan Cheng didn't speak much, and seemed a little depressed.

"Why is our Jialele unhappy?"

"No, Dad..." Yan Cheng's eyes dodged a little.

"Really? Then why don't you tell Dad what you learned in kindergarten today?"

"The teacher taught us a nursery rhyme."

Yan Zixiao asked gently: "What song, have you learned it? Can you sing it to Dad?"

Yan Cheng lowered his head, pursed his lips, trying not to let his tears flow out: "No, I didn't learn."

"So you can't stand this little setback?"

"I..." Yan Cheng's eyes turned red, and he sobbed softly.

Yan Zixiao suddenly stopped, clenched a fist, and lightly tapped Yan Cheng's forehead, "You are a man, you should face up to difficulties, be fearless, and bravely face every challenge on the way of growth, and a man has tears No flicks, tears don't make you strong, they just make you want to escape reality more."

Yan Cheng sucked his nose to stop his tears, his appearance was adorable.

Yan Zixiao said again: "It's just a nursery rhyme, if you don't know how to sing it, we can learn it slowly."

"Got it." Yan Cheng's voice sounded pitiful.

"Speaking of which, your dad and I are tone-deaf. When I was young and a soldier, I would sing out of tune every time I sang wrongly. Once I sang a wrong song, the company commander would punish me for a lap. Dad's most "honorable" record was fined in one day. More than 30 laps..." The past was unbearable, Yan Zixiao smiled embarrassingly, Yan Cheng was amused by his father, there were still transparent tears on his eyelashes, but an innocent smile appeared on his face.

The father and son arrived home soon, and found a very round fat man standing at the door of the house.

The fat man doesn't look very decent, his eyes are shrewd, his nose is red with rosacea, and there is always a fake smile on his mouth. His hair is combed behind his ears and is shiny. Although he is in a suit and leather shoes, he gives people a glib feeling. Comfortable.

"Hi, you are Mr. Yan! My name is Pang Hua, I graduated from xxxxxxxx, won xxxxxxxx awards, etc., and served as a visiting professor at xxxxxxxx University. I am the only Chinese judge invited by xxxxxxxx art awards..."

"Mr. Pang, what are you doing?" Yan Zixiao was a little puzzled. Are you sure this person is not a salesman of an insurance company?

"Young Master Xing asked me to come to serve as your son's tutor, to discover his xxxx painting talent, train his xxxx ability, and train him to be xxxx's first-class painter..."

To put it simply, Fatty was entrusted by Xing Tian to teach his son how to draw.

Yan Cheng seemed a little afraid of fat men, so he hid behind Yan Zixiao.

The fat man took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his square briefcase, put them on, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said seriously: "It's already 08:30, my class ends at nine, can we start?"

Yan Zixiao was a little speechless, but out of politeness, he let Mr. Pang into the house first.Yan Cheng brought paper and pen from the bedroom and put them in front of the fat man, who then took out a white bottle from his bag, poured out a little transparent liquid from the bottle, and wiped it on his hands.

Yan Cheng couldn't help the curiosity in his heart: "Mr. Pang, what is this?"

"Disinfectant. Yancheng, have you washed your hands?"

"Not washed."

"Go and wash your hands." Yan Cheng obediently went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"I check."

Yan Cheng spread his hands, and the fat man looked at it seriously: "Very well, you must wash your hands before eight o'clock in the future, the painter's hands can only be stained with paint."

"Okay, Mr. Pang." The child said respectfully.

"Call me Teacher Pang." Pang Hua took out a bright red apple from his bag and placed it in front of Yan Cheng. "Use what you think is the best level, and draw this apple within 20 minutes."

Yan Cheng thought it was fun, so he immediately picked up the pen and began to draw seriously.Pang Hua was sitting beside Yan Cheng, his sharp gaze fell on the drawing paper through the lens——

Yan Zixiao went to the balcony, dialed Xing Tian's number, and it took a long time to get through.

Xing Tian seemed to have just woken up, his voice was hoarse: "Hey, who, who..."

"Swallow Xiao."

"Ahhh, it's Yanzhi, sorry, I'm late answering your call!"

"It's okay, did you hire an art teacher for Lele?"

"Did you say Master Da, that's right, he will be a tutor who specializes in teaching Lele painting in the future. His level is super high. Many children from rich and powerful families have asked him to be a tutor, but he has rejected them all. Don't you Neglect people..."

Yan Zixiao held back his doubts, does that fat man really look reliable?

"Please tutor, you should discuss it with me."

"Discuss? Yan Cheng is my son, why do I need to discuss such trivial matters with you?"

"What?" Xing Tian, ​​you are too arrogant!Even if he has good intentions, he is Lele's guardian.

"Okay, okay, Yan guides you not to be unhappy. Actually, I wanted to teach Lele art myself, but I know you despise me, and I wish I could stay away from you father and son... It just so happened that last night I taught Lele The painting was shown by Master Da...you pass a message to Lele, let him study hard, and don't disappoint his godfather's expectations..."

"What about the tuition fee?" If that fat man is a real master, he should count every minute and every second.

"I don't need money, so I'll just give you a token gift." Xing Tian half-closed his eyes, talking nonsense.Although the meeting ceremony he was talking about was three high-end apartments with a duplex structure in the city center, worth tens of millions! ! !

"Really?" Yan Zixiao didn't believe Xing Tian's words at all.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Da, the master accepts an apprentice because of our Jia Lele's talent. If someone inherits his mantle, he will not be too happy, and he is ashamed to ask for tuition."

"Okay, okay, what do you care about so much." Xing Tian always felt that he was destined to be with the children of Yan Zixiao's family. He was willing to spend such a large amount of money not only to chase after his father who is so superficial, but he didn't want Yan Zixiao to have a psychological burden. , and he didn't want to use money to measure his love for children. Instead, he hoped that Yan Sheng could become a talent as soon as possible and draw truly outstanding works...

"By the way, Yan Zhi, cough cough..." Xing Tian paused, Yan Zixiao had a bad premonition.

"Did Cheng Xun give you my birthday party invitation this afternoon?"

"Well, here it is."

"Will you come...?!" Xing Tian asked tentatively.

It would be too unmanly for Yanzi to say "no" at this time. Every time he wanted to keep a distance from Xing Tian, ​​there was always a magical and uncontrollable force pulling him, leaving no room for him to maneuver or retreat. ——

Yan Zixiao could only say: "Okay."

"Can you bring Lele? Don't worry, I won't call his son face to face. If he comes, I will be very happy. "

Yan Zixiao didn't speak.

"Please, Director Yan, if you can bring Lele here, I will never forget my 25th birthday."

That kind of power began to see through Yan Zixiao's thoughts again. After several struggles, Yan Zixiao finally agreed, but he didn't expect that the night four days later would be unforgettable for him forever.