Cheng Donglin speaks very hooliganly, if ordinary women definitely can't stand his way of speaking, but Wang Xueying doesn't seem to be among them, it can be seen from her stabbing herself without hesitation that this is a very cold woman, so she basically chooses to ignore Cheng Donglin's words directly to some hooligans.

And she refused Cheng Donglin's more help, and sorted out the wounds by herself.

Cheng Donglin could see that this woman was very shrewd, and the position of her belly pierced also happened to avoid the position of important organs in her body, which means that her knife was at most a skin injury.

Cheng Donglin took out a bottle of "Snow Rouge" and handed it to her, saying: "This is wound medicine, apply it to the wound, it will not leave a scar in the future, such a beautiful little belly, if it leaves a scar, it will not look good." ”

"Thank you!" Wang Xueying glanced at Cheng Donglin, and finally took the medicine in his hand.

Cheng Donglin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You would say thank you, I thought you were an iceberg beauty, and you have no feelings!" ”

“……”

As if in order to prove that she is an iceberg beauty, after accepting Cheng Donglin's "Snow Rouge", Wang Xueying remained silent until the car reached the top of Longquan Mountain, and after getting out of the car, Wang Xueying said: "My task is complete." ”

"Huh?"

Cheng Donglin was stunned, and before he could speak, Wang Xueying turned around and left.

Cheng Donglin smiled dumbly, this woman is really cold enough, of course she is also very cold, the first feeling of such a woman is very individual, Cheng Donglin feels that he doesn't know if he owes it, such a woman is attractive to him.

Of course, this is just an attraction, in fact, Cheng Donglin is a little afraid to mess with flowers now, after all, there are too many women with ambiguous relationships around him.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng."

A somewhat wooden voice came from behind, and when Cheng Donglin turned to look, he saw Ghost Qi's carved face.

At this moment, Cheng Donglin still hasn't come into contact with Ji Baye, but if you can judge a person from the people around you, then Cheng Donglin begins to admire Ji Baye, Wang Xueying is cold and decisive, and now the ghost seven standing in front of him is scheming, you won't feel his threat when you face him, but Cheng Donglin knows that this is a dangerous person, and if you are not careful, he may be able to take your life.

Cheng Donglin nodded mechanically: "I am." ”

"Hello, I'm the Ghost Seven, and the Eighth Master asked me to pick you up, please come with me!"

Cheng Donglin did not hesitate to follow behind the ghost seven, this Longquan Mountain is quite large, and there is a comparison with Yanshan where Yunlang is located, and the buildings on Longquan Mountain are also very different from the architectural styles on Yanshan, the buildings on Yanshan are more classical, with many pavilions and pavilions.

The buildings on Longquan Mountain are also classical, the difference is that the style here is relatively large and open, there is no unique small style, but because of this, it makes people have a feeling of brightness.

The two came to a long corridor, both sides of the corridor are basically decorated with thick ink bamboo, the overall feeling is more "heavy taste", from this point can also know that the owner here prefers ink bamboo, and from the painted ink bamboo, the owner here is still a person who is very accomplished in this kind of Chinese painting.

In the middle of the promenade, there is a viewing pavilion protruding outward, and outside the viewing pavilion is a lotus pond, but in this season, the lotus flowers do not bloom, and the eyes are green, which is pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Donglin was brought to this viewing pavilion.

"Mr. Cheng, wait a minute, the eighth master will come out after changing his clothes and bathing."

Cheng Donglin smiled: "Is this your eighth master's habit?" Changing clothes and showering before meeting guests? ”

Ghost Seven shook his head and said, "Eighth Master is going to paint." ”

"Oh?"

Cheng Donglin looked at the table in the viewing pavilion, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, looking at these, Cheng Donglin felt that this Ji Baye was an old artist, why did he do the same thing as an old rascal?

Ghost Qi turned around and left, leaving Cheng Donglin here alone, not long after, a girl brought a cup of tea, put it on the desk and left, Cheng Donglin smiled faintly, both come and be safe, in fact, he knew in his heart that Ji Baye was deliberately snubbing himself, so he could embarrass himself first.

He didn't care, there was tea, there were mountains, there was water...... Although he doesn't think of himself as a literati, such a scene gives him a pleasing feeling.

Picking up the tea and sitting on the Taishi chair, Cheng Donglin took a sip and felt that the tea was mellow and delicious, and then he looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and smiled proudly.

Cheng Donglin's craftsmanship in Chinese painting is really not very good, but in the past, in order to perform tasks, he basically learned everything, and as for ink painting, it was not difficult for him.

At the moment, Cheng Donglin grinded the ink by himself, and after the brush was stained with ink, he began to paint on rice paper.

The level of his Chinese painting is very rough, but he seems to have a rushing air in his heart at this moment, so he did not hesitate to paint, painting a painting of ink plums, in which even the plum blossoms are black.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, there was a coquettish shout, and a person rushed behind her to stop Cheng Donglin's selfless and intoxicated painting, she stood in front of Cheng Donglin, looking at Cheng Donglin angrily, as if Cheng Donglin was not painting just now, but teasing her.

But Cheng Donglin looked at her, but he smiled dumbly, isn't this Wang Xueying? This woman came out so quickly with a change of clothes? It's really fast!

Cheng Donglin is here, Wang Xueying is an "acquaintance" to him, and Cheng Donglin is more familiar, so he laughed and said: "I'm painting, don't you see it?" ”

"What are you drawing?" Wang Xueying looked at Cheng Donglin's words and frowned.

Cheng Donglin was deeply hurt, he pointed to his Momei and said, "This is a plum blossom, don't you see it." ”

"The plum blossoms are red, and you think I'm a fool?" Wang Xueying said dissatisfiedly: "Moreover, it doesn't matter what you paint, the eighth master's pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are not accessible to anyone, without the consent of the eighth master, you actually scribble, you ...... You're so rude. ”

"You don't have to worry about this, I don't think the eighth master will mind."

"I don't care, your painting is ugly, I can't let the eighth master see it, I'm going to accept it." Wang Xueying said and reached for the painting.

Cheng Donglin was embarrassed, originally he thought that Wang Xueying was a cold woman who didn't talk much, but now it seems that it is like chattering? When the other party reached out to grab the painting, Cheng Donglin also grabbed her hand with one hand and said, "This painting is mine, you can't move it." ”

"What does the old lady want to move?"

"Then I'll move you."

“……”

[Author's digression]: These days, I am running to the hospital, and my health is getting worse and worse, so let's change it today!