Ling'er's face is full of black lines!

Is it really good to have such a son who cuts off his mother's peach blossoms everywhere?

Well, although she doesn't like Yuwen either.

"Got it, stinky boy, but if you're so rude next time, my mother will give you away." pinched her son's little face, she looked helpless.

got the answer he wanted, and Lan Xiaobao smiled with a flower on his face: "Mother is reluctant." "Scoundrel and flattering.

Looking at her son's more and more delicate face, her whole heart was full of warmth.

Caiyun was speechless about the little master's serious mother-love complex.

In the past two years, as long as any man gets closer to Miss and has a good impression of her, this stinky boy will be disgraced.

So that no man can be more than three days hot for her, then again, Yuwen who met by chance has persevered for two years.

Although for such a long time, every time he has ended in failure, and he has been tricked by the little master a lot of times, he is like forgetting the pain with his scars.

The more frustrated you are, the braver!

Seeing that she almost agreed for Miss, but, unfortunately, Miss only regarded him as a friend.

In the study, Yuwen carefully colores the portrait, the woman in the painting has a pair of charming eyes, long eyelashes, imprinted a shadow on the bridge of the nose, and her face is covered with a thin veil, which increases her sense of mystery, but it makes her more and more beautiful and not like a real person.

Dressed in a big red dress, revealing a delicate collarbone, a bright silver hair decorated with silver powder, lazily draped on the body.

As the last bit of color was added, Yuwen looked at the person in the painting blankly, with a hint of obsession in his eyes.

When did it start? Step by step, he wanted to get closer to her.

Knowing that she didn't like him, he still fell headlong into it. It seems that as long as he can see her, he will become very happy.

"Buckle up." A knock on the door broke his thoughts, and he carefully blew the painting in his hand, then found an empty space on the wall and hung it.

After doing this, he let the people from the outside in.

"Master, it's time for you to go back to the palace." When Naruhito walked into the study, he looked at the paintings in the room, and he was already surprised.

On the wall of the study, there are pictures of beautiful women one after another, standing or lying on their sides, laughing or smiling, or frowning slightly. Every painting is different, but it's the same.

Different expressions and movements, the same thing is that there are so many paintings, and all of them are painted by one person.

Since the master came back two years ago, he has been working regularly, one painting a month, and now there are more than 20 paintings.

"Got it, I'll go back later." Yuwen stared intently at the painting in front of him, admiring it silently.

"Master......" Naruhito looked at his master's appearance, and suddenly didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

The way he wanted to speak and stopped attracted the attention of Lai Yuwen, and he was finally willing to take his eyes off the drawing paper, turned his head sideways and asked, "What else is going on?" Just say it straight. ”

Naruhito took out the box in his arms and handed it to Yuwen: "Miss Lan said that the things you gave were too valuable, and she couldn't accept them. ”

There was a hint of disappointment in Yuwen's eyes, he had already guessed it when he saw the box.

She didn't like him, he had always known it, and for so long, whatever he gave her, she had never taken it.

took the box and opened it, and there was a glass hairpin lying quietly inside.