Jing Jiaren picked up the paintbrush and stood in front of Ximen Longying, and said sarcastically: "Is it better to paint an old woman, or a shell?" ”

Ximen Longying: "You give me care, if you dare to paint me ugly, I won't show mercy!" ”

Even if she is painted as a big beauty, she will not show mercy to Jing Jiaren's subordinates.

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "By the way, I'm quite good at painting dominatriks." ”

“……”

"This image is also more suitable for you."

Ximen Longying looked at Ximen Longting with his eyes for help, he folded his slender legs, lit a cigarette, and looked like he was watching a good show!

Ximen Ryuying knew that he couldn't escape it, so he closed his eyes......

Jing Jiaren painted her sky-high eyebrows, and the corners of her eyes were raised, and the thick dark circles under her eyes seemed to be black asphalt...... The lips are also painted black.

In an instant, the image of a witch was born.

Jing Jiaren looked at her masterpiece, and felt a kind of joy, and raised her lips and smiled.

"What are you laughing at!" Ximen Long Ying was angry, "Brother, even you laugh at me!" ”

Simon Longting pursed his lips and smiled charmingly......

How long has it been since he's laughed? He has a gloomy and terrible face these days.

Then, Wilson also began to laugh, and several servants secretly hid their laughter!

Only Leng Aofeng didn't laugh, cold as frost, extremely deep.

Simon Longting has always regarded the cold and arrogant wind as air, and this will, as if he noticed her for the first time: "Your fiancé is very dull. ”

"Yes, he's very stuffy and doesn't like to talk. Besides, I was painted like this, and he felt sorry for me, how could he be so heartless like you! "Ximen Ryuzakura has the same coquettish expression as before, but with her black witch's face, how weird it looks.

Jing Jiaren was laughed at again.

"You're still laughing!" Ximen Ryuying finally got anxious, "I want a mirror-"

The servant brought the mirror.

Ximen Longying glanced at it, and couldn't bear to see it a second time, and his teeth were huo: "Jing Jiaren, I won't be polite to you!" ”

"Wait until you win." Jing Jiaren replied without fear of death, "I'm afraid that your general trend has gone, your luck is gone, and you will lose." ”

“……”

"Where are the two more things to draw? Neck, or your legs? ”

"......" Ximen Longying swore that she hated Jing Jiaren very much and must get rid of her.

It's a pity that this game Ximen Longting didn't give his strength and drew a bad hand, and Ximen Longying's luck went back.

Jing Jiaren frowned, and looked at Ximen Longying picking up the paintbrush: "Ten years of feng shui in turn, brother, I won." This estate is mine. Also, I want revenge! ”

Jing Jiaren didn't know that this was boring, but sat calmly: "You paint." ”

Ximen Longting looked at this scene, and suddenly remembered the first birthday gift that Jing Jiaren gave him-

The ring painted on his hand.

After that, he didn't wash his hands for at least two days, and he only used his right hand when he took a bath.

Occasionally, his hands were too dirty for him to stand it, so he would bypass the part of the ring and clean other places.

I know that the ring with the stroke will disappear one day even if I don't wash it......

He just wanted it to stay longer.

Simon Longting's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at his hand-

And on the night he received the "Love of the World", in anger, he smashed the porcelain bottle with a punch, and the blood was like an infusion, and the ring was washed away.

There are still wounds on his fingers that have not fully healed.