Chapter 51: The Basement Is Robbed

Yang Cheng proposed that he paint it first this time, and Xia Han had to be a model according to his request. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Spreading his coffee-colored hair, Xia Han leaned on the sofa and looked out the window.

Yang Cheng held a paintbrush in his hand, but his eyes couldn't take his eyes off Xia Han's graceful posture. If the other beautiful girls in the class are a beautiful picture, then the visual impact brought by Xia Han must be a peerless rare painting treasured by a famous artist.

In the time of the whole class, Yang Cheng has completed less than three-quarters of the time. Xia Han walked over, looked at himself in the painting in Yang Cheng's hand, pondered for a while, but still said calmly,

"The angle of the light is not quite right. Facial shadows are somewhat narrow. Secondly......"

"I'm not done yet."

"Secondly, my breasts are not that big."

Yang Cheng didn't know that Xia Han was so professional, thinking that she often didn't come to class, and she definitely didn't know anything, but she was just a vase. Secondly, he didn't expect his first sketch to be so faulty, he didn't know how strict Xia Han was in his work and profession.

The most important thing is that he didn't expect Xia Han to point out the problem of his chest so directly.

Yang Cheng raised his head and looked at Xia Han's face without a trace of expression. He didn't draw it wrong, in his eyes, Xia Han's chest was so plump.

Xia Han glanced at Yang Cheng and did not speak. Packed up his things and left.

With You Lin in the fourth canteen, Xia Han could only pass through the huge underground parking lot downstairs in the teaching area in order to cut corners. The parking lot is used by many faculty and staff, and before the end of work, there are almost no people in the parking lot, and it is so quiet that you can hear the sound of dripping water falling from the pipes.

Suddenly, Xia Han had a not-so-good feeling in his heart.

Someone was following her.

Xia Han took off the earphones on one side without a trace, and was about to turn around. A red figure flickered in front of Xia Han!

"Yang Cheng?"

The red figure is like Yang Cheng, the partner in the morning class.

Yang Cheng put his hand in his pocket and raised his chin slightly, blocking Xia Han's way.

"It's the first time I've seen such a proud girl."

"Not arrogant, just a few suggestions for your paintings. If you have offended, I hope you will forgive me. ”

Xia Han bypassed Yang Cheng and wanted to continue walking. Unexpectedly, Yang Cheng moved to the left, blocking Xia Han's way again.

"Be my girlfriend."

Xia Han chuckled and shook his head.

"You'd better go back and finish your painting."

"How can I finish drawing without you?"

Yang Cheng stood in front of Xia Han with an evil face, his body was still motionless, and he didn't have the slightest intention of getting out of the way.

"Keeping pictures in your mind is the basic skill of a painter, so I don't need me to teach you this."

Xia Han gradually lost his patience, and his eyes dimmed. She didn't have time to teach a megalomaniac how to draw here. What's more, he still intercepted her in the middle of the road.

A lewd smile slipped across the corner of Yang Cheng's mouth, and he sighed lightly and continued,

"I have an apartment near the school where we can go and finish the painting......"

"Yang Cheng, I think my words have been made very clear. Classmates, I hope you ......"

"I know you girls are reserved, but there's a limit. I don't have that much patience. ”

After that, Yang Cheng got started directly, planning to forcibly pull Xia Han into the car he parked next to.

Facing the galloping palm, Xia Han was about to dodge and shoot back, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and a black shadow intercepted Yang Cheng's arm in vain. Yang Cheng was shocked and took a few steps back and hit the hood of the car.