An Yan rinsed his mouth and placed the pink tooth bin next to Fu Shiyan's blue tooth bin.

She guessed, "How can I soften?"

"You're really guessing it right! This is the application form submitted last Friday. I only saw it when I sent it to me today." Su Yue drank the cappuccino, "To be honest, these drawings of her really meet the standards of our Galaxy."

"Then stay." After An Yan cleans her face, "stop her proclaiming that the Galaxy is bullying people with power."

Su Yue tskated, "It's her that little guy is talking about. But after what happened last night, you may be gossiping when you enter the Galaxy."

"It doesn't matter, you can't control your mouth even if you want to."

"Or it would be forgotten that you are Galaxy."

An Yan walked out of the bathroom and came to the restaurant. She saw the dining table full of various meals and started eating. "Once it is exposed, you can't imagine that An Jia will use my name to get much profit, and will also haunt me. I hate trouble. I will pack up the drawings of the recent designs and send them to you."

After hanging up the phone, An Yan looked at several missed calls.

There are Bai Qinghan's and some unknown numbers. You can guess with your toes that An Zaili called to attack the army and questioned him.

She first sent a message to Fu Shiyan: Good morning, A Yan.

Then I replied to Bai Qinghan with a message: I went to bed early last night, I'm sorry I didn't receive your message or call.

Bai Qinghan called soon.

An Yan knew that she had used the other person last night and needed to explain clearly, so she took it.

"An Yan, my mother wants to see you. I explained, but she just doesn't believe it."

An Yan didn't expect that the most difficult thing was Bai Qinghan's mother, "This is indeed my fault, so I will explain it to my aunt in person."

"I'll pick you up."

An Yan refused, "No, I'll just take a taxi."

Bai Qinghan knew An Yan's temper a little and said his true nature, "Then you can go to Jiudao Cafe at 10 noon."

"OK."

An Yan pressed her temples, turned on the computer to fill out the application form, polished the drawing and sent it to Su Yue.

At this time, Fu Shiyan called.

An Yan picked up and reported her upcoming itinerary.

Fu Shiyan was silent.

An Yan could even imagine a man's dark face.

"I will send someone to pick you up at 11 o'clock and order you to eat Hangjiao beef lily."

The drunkard's intention was not to drink, An Yan smiled and said, "Do you want to take it so strictly?"

"I didn't look at you, I just miss you." Fu Shiyan's voice was gentle.

"I miss you too, see you later."

An Yan changed into a white cotton dress and went out with her bag on her back.

Jiudao Cafe.

After An Yan got out of the taxi, he saw Bai Qinghan standing at the door smoking.

Seeing the visitor, Bai Qinghan immediately knocked out the cigarette butt, rubbed his hands with a smile, "You are here."

An Yan nodded, "I'm causing you trouble, sorry."

"It's okay, but my mom doesn't believe it."

"Then my aunt and I explain it clearly."

When the two entered the cafe, they saw a graceful and luxurious woman sitting at the table in the corner.

She was stirring her coffee with a spoon, and there was a Hermes custom matte black alligator leather bag and sunglasses next to the table. She was a very tasteful woman.

Tang Wanqiu raised his eyes and looked at An Yan with a happy smile, "Baby An Yan!"

An Yan was stunned at first, then sat opposite her.

Bai Qinghan sat in the seat beside Tang Wanqiu.

Tang Wanqiu stretched out his hand, "I often hear Qing Han mention you. It really surprised me when I saw you last night. The little girl is young and knows a lot about cultural relics."

An Yan shook her hand, "Thank you aunt."

Tang Wanqiu asked, “What should I drink?”

“Just lemonade.”

Bai Qinghan, who was beside him, quickly called the waiter and ordered a glass of lemonade.

Tang Wanqiu, "I heard from Qinghan that you are a major in clothing and jewelry design. You are about to reach the internship stage?"

An Yan nodded.

"Bai's clothing and jewelry company has a clothing and jewelry company. Although it has not become an international first-tier brand, it is still far ahead in China. You can come to Bai's internship and stay and become a designer after graduation."

An Yan took the lemonade brought by the waiter, said thank you, and then looked at Tang Wanqiu, "Thank you for your love, but I'm ready to go to Galaxy for internship."

Galaxy Design Studio is a top design studio in China, and designer Galaxy is also the international chief design master.

If you can become a designer at Galaxy, it is of course the most ideal choice, and no matter which company you go to in the future, it will be the most popular one.

After last night, Tang Wanqiu also learned that An Yan and Galaxy’s founder Su Yue were best friends, so it was normal for her to go there.

Tang Wanqiu's road was blocked and he could only implement another plan. "Qinghan's grandfather collected a picture of "Flying Spring in the Mountain Temple" two years ago. I don't know if it is true or false. Can you help me see it?"

An Yan looked at the other party’s sincere eyes, embarrassed to refuse, and nodded in agreement.

Tang Wanqiu gave a wink, and Bai Qinghan went to pick up the car.

She pinned her sunglasses over her head, held her handbag, and walked towards the door with An Yan's arm. The two looked very close. Who would have thought that it was their first time to meet?

An Yan said, "Auntie, I'm actually here today..."

"I know, do you want to say that you and Qinghan are ordinary friends. I understand that people are fate and cannot be forced. My aunt simply likes you and appreciates your talents. Let's make friends."

What else can An Yan say? Everything is blocked.

She smiled and followed Tang Wanqiu into the car.

On the way, An Yan sent a message to Fu Shiyan, saying that she and Bai's mother had already made it clear.

But now I need to go to the old house of Bai family to show the paintings for Mr. Bai. I will go to Fu later and don’t need to send someone to pick him up.

When Fu Shiyan saw the message, he was having a meeting, and his face suddenly became horrifying.

This little fool has been kidnapped into his nest and he still doesn't know the danger.

At this moment, in his eyes, Tang Wanqiu was a human trafficker who was extremely guilty.

His fingertips tapped the table, and the conference room was silent.

Suddenly, he stood up and said a break, then walked out of the conference room.

Han Yang followed closely behind him.

Fu Shiyan said, "Take the Xinyang Maojian sent by the Service Department this morning and go to the old Bai family house."

"yes."

The old house of Bai family.

Everyone gathered at a table, watching An Yan wearing white gloves and holding a magnifying glass to observe carefully.

Soon, An Yan raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Bai, "The Flying Spring of the Mountain Temple" is a work by Mr. Zhang Daqian when he lived in Brazil. It is a classic work in which Daqian's splashing color painting style officially debuted. This painting should have been in close-up. The middle scene is made of ink ochre as the base, stone green, stone blue heavy and thin dyed, and finally thick ink is pressed against the formation. It is obvious that this painting does not have a majestic momentum, the texture of the water color and the stone color are not clear enough, and the texture is messy. Grandpa Bai, this painting is a fake."

Mr. Bai nodded repeatedly, "Although this painting doesn't cost much, I like Zhang Daqian very much. I always feel that there is something wrong with me. I asked two experts. The other party may not know Zhang Daqian very much, so I didn't see it. When you talk about it today, I think it makes sense. An Yan, there will be an auction in the future, so you have to accompany me, the old man."

An Yan smiled, "Grandpa Bai, you can trust me."

"Can you repair paintings?"

An Yan nodded, "It's okay to practice painting."

Mr. Bai's eyes lit up, "I have a picture of Zhao Chang's "Sketching Butterfly", but the Butterfly is a little damaged. I wonder if you can repair it?"

An Yan, "Then I need to take a look."

Mr. Bai went back to the study room and took the scroll himself.

An Yan looked at this painting. It was the original work of Zhao Chang, a painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. However, the butterfly on it was damaged, which affected its beauty and value.

Mr. Bai sighed, "I have hired a lot of painters, but I am not sure that I can repair it exactly the same."

An Yan nodded, "Grandpa Bai believes me, I will definitely return the original picture to you."

"Okay, you can take it. The cost is one million."

An Yan put away the painting, "No need, Grandpa Bai. I owe Bai a favor, this time I will treat it as I've returned it to someone else."

Old Master Bai was stunned and sighed that his grandson had no chance.

At this time, the servant came over and said, "Old man, Mr. Fu is here."
Chapter completed!