novelraw Chapter 465
Chapter 465
"Beautiful princess, this painting is for you. I hope you will bloom like this flower and shine everywhere." The painter held the painting in his hands.
The moon like frost glances at the painting in the other's hand, which is really a rare masterpiece.
In fact, she doesn't know much about painting, but she can see it in the painting. It looks simple and natural, but it needs full skill. If you don't have enough skills, you may not know what it will be like.
Sure enough, he is a famous painter. No wonder he dares to do as he likes.
The painter was holding the painting in his hand. The moon was like frost, and he didn't hesitate any more. He reached for the painting and said, "thank you!"
"You are welcome, princess." The painter bowed.
His voice is soft and his attitude is modest, which gives people a kind of unspeakable comfort.
With such an attitude, how do outsiders think he is arrogant?
Or is this person the same, different from person to person?
But even if it is different from person to person, she and he just meet for the first time, what is worth his special treatment?
She thought about it carefully, and there was really nothing worthy of his special treatment. If not, it might not be strange for them to show such enthusiasm when they met for the first time. However, it was a little too weird to put it on the painter.
She slightly narrowed her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, thinking about what is worth him.
The teachers and students of painting are very handsome, gentle and gentle, with a mild temperament, which is very consistent with his identity as a painter.
However, she did not remember meeting such a person.
The painter didn't move either. He just stood still and let him watch.
They didn't feel much about it, but Yemo Chen, who was standing beside him, could not stand it any more. He subconsciously stood in front of Yueru frost and directly blocked her behind him. Then, with no expression on his face, he said, "when the painter comes, he paints. It's really a model of human beings. However, I'm very curious. Since the painter paints, why did he give one to the princess What about not having my share? "
"It's the grass people's negligence. If the king doesn't abandon it, how about the grass people painting a new one for him immediately?" The painter is not anxious, not slow, not humble, not arrogant.
"Draw." In fact, he was not interested in painting, but his Rushuang seemed to be interested, so he asked him to draw two more paintings for Rushuang.
"Yes." Responding to the sound, the painter turned around and began to draw.
Yuerushuang raised her hand and fanned. She said with a smile, "it's so sour. Do you smell it?"
"I'm jealous, can't I?" He just doesn't like to see her too close to other men, even if she doesn't.
"Yes Yuerushuang laughed more happily, she said: "yemochen, has anyone ever told you that your jealous appearance is really lovely."
"Lovely?" Night Mo Chen anger: "this is to describe the king? It's just you. If anyone else dares to say that, I'll have already gone through with one sword. "
Cute this word is to describe a little girl, actually dare to use in his body, he is a strong man, how can't touch with the word cute?
He was so angry!
"If you dare to point your sword at me, it's not sure who will win or lose." The moon is like frost to pick eyebrow, arrogant way.
"That's the silver needle you have." Night Mo Chen subconsciously way.
The moon is like frost, the light of eyes is tiny: "listen to you, in addition to the silver needle, I don't have any ability to hold it?"
"How?" Ye Mo Chen hastened to follow Mao: "in fact, in addition to the silver needle, your scalpel, and poison, few people can defeat them, but, like frost, are you willing to use those things on me?"
"Give up, give up, only give up, don't you think?" She won't kill him, but if he really irritates her, she won't stop because he is the one she loves and the father of her son.
It's not her style to be submissive.
"Everything you say is right." If he said that, he could not stop thinking: he thought that the closer the relationship between them became, Rushun would be more gentle to him. It seemed that he was wrong.
"Chen, do you know this painter? I heard that he was arrogant, but now it seems that something is wrong? " After all, yuerushuang turned the topic. The more she looked at the painter, the more she felt that she could not tell.
"He likes all beautiful things, especially beauty. He has an incomprehensible passion for beauty. I feel that if I were not here, he would be more enthusiastic for you and probably draw more pictures for you." Night Mo Chen cold hum a, way: "all say small white face have no a good thing, if so, he this typical rely on their own ability to pursue their own interests."
It's really sour.
Yuerushuang looked him up and down again and said slowly, "you say he likes all beautiful things, but my mo Chen is so handsome. Why didn't he pay more attention? Is he absent-minded or purposeful? ""He likes women, so he won't look at Ben Wang as a man any more." Night Mo Chen hums a way.
"Why do you sound disappointed? Do you want him to look at you more? " The moon is like frost.
Is it true that he thinks too much?
"You don't have to look at it a few more times. I just want him to finish painting, and then go away quickly."
"In that case, why do you want him to paint the scenery for you?"
"Didn't you see the way he looked at you? I look very angry. You are Wang's woman. Why does he look at you like that? And you, even with him
"Is that how to express affection? I really doubt who taught your language. It's totally unqualified. "
"Unqualified? As long as I can do what I want to do, anyway, it's enough to have you by my side. "
"Chen, I find your mouth is very sweet recently. What you say can make people turn around."
"I'm just telling the truth. Why don't you like it?"
"I love to hear it." She believes that there is no woman in the world who doesn't like to listen to sweet talk, and every man who can speak sweet talk always has an advantage in his feelings.
They had a good conversation. The painter came back again with the painting in his hand. He handed it to yemochen and said, "Lord, this painting must be placed in a cool and airy place and let it dry naturally."
"I know." He was not interested in the painting, so he took it and put it aside: "let's put this painting here first, let's draw it first."
With that, he swept the moon like frost and turned to sit down, but he did not notice the murderous air in the painter's eyes.