She actually refused.

Unexpectedly, I never expected, she actually rejected me.

"Why would she refuse me. Zhang Yihang called out to the world, however, no one responded to him.

Okay, Zhao Yihuan still has to take care of him and give him a response.

As the first person to respond, her answer was, "Let it go." ”

Zhao Yihuan's voice was very loud, and the people outside heard it, but no one would save her, even if she broke her throat, no one would come in.

Because they did not dare to come in.

"No matter what you hear or see, don't talk too much! "A veteran painter, after three encounters with them doing something, came to the conclusion that if you see them going in the same direction, remember to go back and forth.

In fact, if you go in the opposite direction, you will also meet. Because the earth is round, people also have to believe in fate. After all, their pinyin and tone are the same.

Everyone sees it in their eyes and remembers it in their hearts. Their little couple quarreled, and it was up to them. It is said that many people will grow into tongue women, and if they see too much, they will blind the eyes of a single dog made of titanium alloy.

If you are so busy with work, just do your duty, and ignore other people's idle things, otherwise the next person to work overtime will definitely be yourself.

Zhang Yihang worked so hard to catch her hand, how could he easily let go of her hand because of her "let go".

She said let go, just let go, and I didn't become an obedient good man. No, it's not feasible, I don't want to be like that.

Zhao Yihuan must have struggled first, but it is useless to struggle, to break open Zhang Yihang's hand, unless he exercises every day, it is impossible. Then she was forced to become Zhang Yihang's hand!

Zhao Yihuan didn't expect that he, Zhang Yihang, would dare to ignore her, he was fat, and now he was afraid that he would have long hair. Dare to move his hands and feet, and don't give him a lore, he can vent his anger!

She wasn't like that before, and no matter how much I caught her hand, she wouldn't resist.

At that time, she was as gentle and pure as a little sheep, she was positive, and she still worked hard in order to paint a picture, no matter how much time she wasted. I like her persistence very much, but now I am a little sheep who is bullied by her.

Now Zhang Yihang has just started to paint, he held her hand, the strength strengthened by the fear of the prey breaking free, and it was clamping Zhao Yihuan's right hand.

You told me to let go, but I didn't.

Zhang Yihang didn't care about Zhao Yihuan's movement, the chair was about to flip, and he didn't let go.

"Didn't you like this before, and now I'll let you relive it, and you're not going to thank me. After Zhang Yihang finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief after Zhao Yihuan.

Zhao Yihuan felt an inexplicable wind blowing behind her ears, her hair slowly slid on her cheeks, and her ears and cheeks were all itchy.

"That's because I was stupid and believed your nonsense. Zhao Yihuan's right hand wanted to exert force, but the hand holding the pen followed Zhang Yihang's strength on the white paper, drawing lines of different colors.

"What did I do, did I say anything?" Zhang Yihang drew smoothly according to the description on the manuscript.

"You know it yourself. Zhao Yihuan looked at Zhang Yihang's face, and he only had the painting in his eyes.

"I knew it, I knew it, I always meant it that way, it never changed. Zhang Yihang said every word very hard, for fear that Zhao Yihuan would not hear clearly.

Zhang Yihang painted with a serious face, and said that the man's serious appearance was particularly charming. But with such a charming face, Zhao Yihuan looked at it, but he looked hateful.

Zhang Yihang thought to himself, I know it well, and if you don't tell it, how do I know how I stepped on your tail.

Zhang Yihang grabbed her hand, still seriously depicting the lines of the characters according to the author's words. After only five or six strokes, Zhang Yihang drew a general image of the person.

The characters were conceived, and the location of the required pictures was roughly delineated.

is really worthy of a genius, and the shape of the person's face is set in three or two strokes. If Zhao Yihuan is allowed to paint all morning, there may not be such results.

However, she Zhao Yihuan doesn't need to ascend to the sky in one step, she just wants to work hard silently and keep working hard.

Zhang Yihang's strength became bigger, and Zhao Yihuan's hands hurt.

"Let it go!"

Zhang Yihang seemed to be deaf, he didn't hear her, and drew a general in a cloak on paper, with soft lines, but without losing the general's majesty and domineering, how can his personal style be improved.

"I don't understand, people's words!

Zhang Yihang was really too much, even if he ignored the little fried hair in front of him, he even put his head on Zhao Yihuan's left shoulder, didn't this give Zhao Yihuan a chance to beat him.

Zhao Yihuan felt that he didn't want the opportunity, so he had to wait until what year and month.

However, what he cares about is how to finish the picture quickly, because it is very tiring to stand like this, and it is difficult to control a person.

Zhao Yihuan clenched his fist and punched Zhang Yihang's face.

But when this little fist hits the face, how can there be any strength! After all, the strength is restricted, and this hit on the face is as comfortable as a massage.

I knew you had this trick. At this time, Zhang Yihang was secretly happy in his heart! After all, beating is kissing and scolding, and I like to be loved by you.

Zhang Yihang has long known everything about her behavior, and for more than a year, she has been guarding against him all the time, but he has always been by her side.

Zhao Yihuan punched her, and he grabbed her left hand with his left hand, both hands were imprisoned, and Zhao Yihuan couldn't move.

Who can't move? I can still move my feet. Everyone commented on whether he should have beaten him for such behavior.

Not only to beat him, but also to remember the lesson.

Zhang Yihang took advantage of the situation and slowly moved his head forward on her shoulder, and now Zhao Yihuan only had him in his eyes, and only he was left.

Zhao Yihuan turned his head to the side, his eyes staring at Zhang Yihang. But the big heads of the two were too close, and Zhao Yihuan's mouth almost rubbed against Zhang Yihang's face and the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Yihuan clenched his fist tightly with his left hand, scolding him in his heart, and then how dare he look at his face.

She puffed out her mouth, waiting for him to finish the drawing.

Zhao Yihuan had him in her eyes, maybe in just five minutes, she left an indelible mark on him in her memory!

Her eyes were nothing but his.

The time of a painting is too short, but it is too long, and it is not good, after all, he will blush if he is always stared at.

Zhang Yihang is painting the general's eyes.

Zhao Yihuan's restrained left hand pinched Zhang Yihang's face, "Is it cool?"

"Cool, very comfortable. Zhang Yihang's voice has changed, and he still paints without changing his face.

Zhang Yihang also fought hard for this moment of contact.

Zhang Yihang let go of the hand that was holding her, and kept rubbing his red face with his left hand.

The right hand still doesn't let go, because what he once said to her, he will never leave you.

"Are you comfortable?" Zhao Yihuan blushed as he looked at him.

"Comfortable. Zhang Yihang replied.

"Once you've drawn it, let it go. Zhao Yihuan exerted his strength to move his hand inside.

"Wait a minute, a few more. Zhang Yihang took her hand and went out together.

There was a person leaning on him behind him, Zhao Yihuan didn't feel good, he didn't want to move at all, and when he moved, he felt that he had more contact with Zhang Yihang.

Zhao Yihuan felt that her body was completely out of strength, tired and sleepy after a convulsive attack.

The man in the painting is a heroic soul, with bright eyes, holding a halberd, sitting on a fast horse, strong and powerful limbs, but a little short, probably because the composition does not leave enough space for the horse's legs.

"Hussar general. ”

I paint, I paint, and every time I have a chance to eat my tofu.

"I've drawn it, and I'm not going to let go. Zhao Yihuan looked at the hands of the two of them, he held them tightly, there was still a trace of pain in his hands, but now he has long forgotten what that pain was?

That's what he taught me at the beginning, but now, I think there's something wrong with this method?

Because he is so shameless, he will only trouble me, he will only do things without considering the feelings of others, he will only push me into the fire pit, in order to have fun for himself, he will often make fun of me, and he will speak ill of me and say things I don't like to hear.

After all, being friends with this kind of person is tiring.