Novel Bin Chapter 75 – [Huo Sishen’s fondness increased!]
Chapter 75 – [Huo Sishen’s fondness increased!]
After all, one couldn’t feel the “Experiencing the Painting” effect from Taobao.
Which meant it was her drawing skills that appealed to this 111 person and that he truly appreciated her painting!
Even though the Little Chickens painting was mostly a fun piece of work, behind each stroke was her perfected ink painting skills over years of practice. She felt that she was every bit as skillful as someone in their fifties or sixties.
As she was thinking that, she stood up straighter with pride.
“The customer didn’t even ask any questions nor did he barter about the price. He just bought it straight up!
“He’s so decisive, enterprising, and has taste!”
[Huo Sishen’s fondness increased!]
Eh?!
Gu Shishi was a little stunned.
Why did it go up all of a sudden?
Was it because she was sharing her good news with him and treating him like a friend?
She paused for a second before she carried on.
“That customer has such good eye. It was only a painting of some chickens, but presumably he saw the beauty in my strokes. Quite frankly, I have not met very many connoisseurs like him, ever...”
[Huo Sishen’s fondness increased!]
Wha? Wha? Wha?
Again?
She sneaked a peek at the boss in front of her.
She noticed that he had lifted his brows and made no comment, almost an indifferent look on him.
But, his thin lips seemed to be curving upward...
Aye... was the boss in a very good mood today?
Her conclusion made her happy.
She started sharing more of her personal thoughts.
“There aren’t a lot of people who appreciate Chinese ink painting and are willing to buy those from some unknown artist anymore.
“I feel this 111 might turn into a regular customer of mine. I wonder what he likes? Figures, flowers, and birds are my strength, and my landscape painting had gone up a level as well.
“Maybe I will ask him over WeChat when I have a chance.”
Suddenly, Huo Sishen frowned.
His lips opened slightly, and his voice a little coarse.
“WeChat?”
“Oh, yes. I opened up a new account, and I have already sent my information to this tasteful brother...”
Gu Shishi continued yakking on.
Huo Sishen immediately looked dubiously as Siyi, who was standing nearby.
Siyi shuddered immediately.
Huo Sishen casually mumbled an acknowledgement and finally, when Gu Shishi was talking so much she was almost out of breath, he reached out a slender finger and pointed at her dinner from afar.
“Getting cold.”
“Huh?”
Gu Shishi subconsciously looked at his finger.
Oh, mi! His index finger was long, slender, with prominent knuckles. The muscles were distributed evenly and the lines pretty... she looked up from there. His wrist joint was perfect. His wheat colored lower arm and the black rolled-up sleeve of his shirt was.... Colorful, subtle, and secretly explosive. So attractive!
The boss’s hand was good enough for him to become a hand model!
How come she had never noticed that before?
Huo Sishen didn’t get a response so he looked down.
And he saw the girl staring at his hand, drooling. She might even have gulped....
He frowned and quietly took his hand back.
The pretty scene disappeared suddenly in front of Gu Shishi.
She looked away in disappointment.
But quickly, she cocked her head and recalled the takeaway.
What did the boss say was getting cold?
“OMG! My lamb chop that was drizzling grease!”
It’d be too gamey once it got cold!
Huo Sishen pursed his lips and finally lifted his feet and walked out of the dining room.
He turned and headed up the stairs as he fished out his cellphone.
He handed it over to Siyi.
“Add it.”
His intention was clear.
Add her second WeChat account.
Siyi acknowledged immediately.
Of course, he wasn’t stupid enough to ask a dumb question like whether Miss Gu would notice that.
The boss had a dual card cellphone.
He has always had two different numbers, one for work and one personal.
“It’s done, boss.”
Huo Sishen took his phone back and took a look.
He nodded.
As he stepped onto the second step, he finished scrolling through her friend’s circle.
He pointed at the third cat painting and asked coldly, “When was this?”