Everyone persuaded Leng Ruobing to paint on the spot, wanting to get closer to Leng Ruobing.

In this regard, Leng Ruobing only smiled faintly and said: "My level of painting is not high, so I won't be ugly." ”

"The so-called painting is just for the sake of pleasure, if you really get entangled in whether it is good or not, it is a bit inferior. President Leng, even if you don't draw well, you can try it.

Moreover, I heard that President Leng is very interested in painting, and there are so many painters here, after President Leng paints, they can also improve with President Leng. ”

Wu Jun, who looked gloomy, said with a smile at this time.

Leng Ruobing shook his head and said, "Forget it." ”

At this point, everyone can no longer persuade them, so they can only give up in frustration.

The name of the iceberg beauty is worthy of its name!

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Xiao Zheng felt a cold gaze swept towards Leng Ruobing, and the murderous aura that was revealed in an instant was captured by him.

The instinct left over from his years of fighting immediately alerted him, and he looked up and suddenly looked over.

"It's the artist!"

Xiao Zheng found that the painter who had been indifferent in black was using an indifferent gaze at the moment, scanning Leng Ruobing, but it was very hidden.

If Xiao Zheng didn't have an amazing spiritual sense, he wouldn't have noticed it!

"This guy is greasy!"

Xiao Zheng's heart suddenly brightened, and he sneered, daring to make a move on Leng Ruobing in front of him, he didn't want to live!

After thinking about it slightly, Xiao Zheng had a plan in his heart. At that moment, he laughed and squeezed to Leng Ruobing's side, "What this gentleman said just now is very reasonable, it just so happens that my hands are itchy, since President Leng you don't want to paint, then let me come." ”

This sudden scene made everyone a little unable to react.

Everyone looked at Xiao Zheng with a confused expression.

Who is this!

They are now trying their best to have a relationship with Leng Ruobing, but as a result, such a person came out, and the atmosphere was disturbed.

Everyone couldn't help but look over, and then they realized that this person seemed to have followed Leng Ruobing, and there was something to do with Leng Ruobing.

"Xiao Zheng, what are you doing!"

Leng Ruobing was a little angry.

"Hey, hey, draw. ”

Xiao Zheng grinned.

As he spoke, Xiao Zheng stepped into the painting area, picked up a paintbrush and cooked rice paper, found a table adjacent to the black-clothed painter and sat down.

The black-clothed painter just glanced at Xiao Zheng coldly, didn't speak, lowered his head and drew again.

Xiao Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, observing this person's every move.

At this time, Leng Ruobing was also a little angry, and subconsciously approached Xiao Zheng, as if he wanted to say something.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed painter.

"Hey, you want to make a move in front of me?" Xiao Zheng sneered slightly.

The brush slammed on the inkstone, sucked up the ink, and swiped lightly on the rice paper.

Suddenly, a string of thick ink flew out of the brush and hit the black-clothed painter's face.

The black-clothed painter was about to act, but was startled by this sudden accident, and his movements suddenly froze.

When the others saw this scene, they couldn't help but be speechless, at this level, they still wanted to paint, and they couldn't even hold the pen.

Leng Ruobing covered her forehead, with a helpless expression, she was helpless against Xiao Zheng's lazy temperament, so she could only let him go.

And Xiao Zheng said to the black-clothed painter with an "ah" at this time: "I'm sorry, I haven't held a pen for a long time, and I'm not used to it." ”

Verbally apologizing, but there is a smug smile on his face, where is the meaning of apology.

Everyone was speechless when they saw this.

Leng Ruobing was slightly angry, feeling that Xiao Zheng's move was a bit excessive.

The young painter glanced at Xiao Zheng coldly and said, "It's okay." ”

didn't continue to investigate, then picked up a white cloth on the table, and calmly wiped the ink off his face.

Then the black-clothed painter did not leave, and continued to pick up the paintbrush and continue the painting in his hand. When everyone saw this scene, they secretly admired, this person was really attentive to painting!

Xiao Zheng smiled.

It seems that this young painter has not given up yet!

Obviously, now this young painter is looking for an opportunity to continue attacking Leng Ruobing, so he did not look for a chance to leave, but continued to paint.

"I'd like to see what you do!"

Xiao Zheng smiled coldly, and immediately took the paintbrush and drew on the rice paper.

He paints so fast that he almost brings this brush out of the shadows.

When everyone saw this scene, they were speechless for a while, this is obviously scribbling, even if it is the kind of painter who moves the pen like flying, he will not scribble like this. What can be drawn by scribbling like this, ghost drawing?

A black line appeared on Leng Ruobing's forehead.

At this time, the crowd was a little commotion because of Xiao Zheng's move. The black-clothed painter saw this opportunity, his eyes flashed cold, and he reached into his pocket.

Xiao Zheng was observing this person's behavior at all times, and immediately saw that his clothes were bulging, as if he was carrying something, sneered, stretched out his feet like lightning, and stepped on the instep of the black-clothed painter at once.

"Ahh

The black-clothed painter screamed and fell to the ground.

Xiao Zheng's strength is so great? The black-clothed painter couldn't bear it at all, and one foot was almost trampled flat!

"Huh?"

When everyone saw this scene, they were stunned.

What just happened?

The muscles of the black-clothed painter's face twitched constantly, and he forcibly stopped screaming, he knew that he would definitely not be able to attract attention at such a time.

He stood up without a snort and walked outside.

Obviously, he knew that this time the operation had failed and was not ready to stay.

"Hey, little handsome guy, don't go. ”

Seeing this, Xiao Zheng dropped a few strokes, and smiled at Leng Ruobing: "It's finished, I'm a myth in the art world, this masterpiece is given to you." ”

After speaking, Xiao Zheng also stood up and walked towards the black-clothed painter.

When everyone heard Xiao Zheng say so confidently, they couldn't help but lean over and take a look, and they couldn't help laughing at this look.

It's a painting there, it's a ghost drawing!

Mountains are not like mountains, water is not like water, a blur.

Leng Ruobing was also angry when he saw this painting, this Xiao Zheng was here to make trouble! I wanted to trouble Xiao Zheng, but Xiao Zheng had already slipped away at this time.

When those staff members saw this scene, they couldn't help but shake their heads, and stepped forward to throw away the painting.

I saw that when the staff came into contact with this painting, a strange change suddenly occurred in the place above this painting.

It turned out that a blurry cloud of ink suddenly stretched out, as if there was an invisible hand painting there, and then, a beautiful picture suddenly formed!

(End of chapter)