Zhang Yunluo took a deep breath and hurriedly calmed down. The owner of Fenglai Mansion is charming, as long as you don't pay attention to it, you will be hooked by her in the next moment. Rao is that he Zhang Yunluo has become a saint, and he will end up losing his soul in a negligence.

It seems that this cheap sister is definitely not weak compared to him, and there are almost no circumstances that can make Zhang Yunluo's heart ripple when it comes to desire alone. But now that he didn't see any action from the owner of Fenglai Building, Zhang Yunluo felt unbearable, as if he had thousands of fierce horses running wantonly in his heart.

Zhang Yunluo endured the discomfort and tried to pretend that nothing happened. A drop of sweat slipped across his forehead, letting people know that he wasn't having an easy time right now.

"What's wrong with my brother? Do you want my sister to open the window and borrow the cool breeze outside to dissipate heat for my younger brother? The owner of Fenglai Mansion opened the window, and he didn't care that Chen Pingxiang was here, he rubbed Zhang Yunluo's handsome face, and said softly: "Why is my younger brother so handsome and cute." ”

"Sister, don't make trouble. My brother still has important things to do in the morning, and after painting my sister, I may not be able to take a break and devote myself to being busy, but my sister can rest assured, no matter what, my brother will not paint you rough. Zhang Yunluo stepped back a little, and hurriedly took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the book basket.

The owner of Fenglai Building knew that he had nothing to play, so he had to sit down quietly and wait for Zhang Yunluo to draw her. She sat on her bed, her charm was still there, but she gave people a sense of not being blasphemed, like a fairy in the sky, and like a ghostly and seductive ghost, inadvertently the charm floated all over the building, so that the lonely souls and wild ghosts outside the building were quiet, as if she was shocked, and seemed to be brainwashed in an instant, completely forgetting that she was a ghost who did a lot of evil.

Zhang Yunluo studied the ink and laid the paper, and when he thought he was completely ready, he found that he had no idea where to start. He felt that it was best to write from anywhere, but when he thought about it, he felt that it was not the best place to write. It's like if you draw your hands first, it's a kind of gratuitous contempt for your feet, and if you draw your left eye first, you're saying to your right eye that you don't have a charm.

In this way, the sweat that had obviously been wiped off began to flow down again, and the owner of Fenglai Mansion "poofed" and smiled, which made Zhang Yunluo instantly have eyebrows, since it is not good to draw people first, then you might as well draw things first, and slowly lead people along the things.

Feeling this, Zhang Yunluo instantly felt relaxed. With the constant movement of his wrists and arms, he threw himself into painting, and his pen went hand in hand. Soon began to paint the beauty in front of him. As he continued to observe the owner of Fenglai Building, Zhang Yunluo felt more and more like a person, he was stunned like this, and unconsciously there were tears whirling, and the person in front of him instantly coincided with the person in his heart, and completely became his sweetheart.

He didn't know why, he felt that the owner of Fenglai Mansion was very much like Zhang Ayaling, who once turned poison into a body and let him live. At that time, Zhang Ayaling was seven or eight years older than now, and she had more charm in her gestures, and at that time, they just waited for the world to calm down, and officially announced to the world that the two of them had become husband and wife.

But! But......

Finally, a drop of hot tears slipped down the corner of Zhang Yunluo's eyes, waking Zhang Yunluo up from his memories. After Zhang Yunluo came over, he found that only a pair of spiritual eyes were left in his hand, he smiled bitterly, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and said with a little choked up: "I'm sorry, Yunluo lost his temper just now." ”

When the owner of Fenglai Building saw Zhang Yunluo's appearance, he only felt distressed, and he didn't know what to say for a while. I held back for a long time before I said: "If my brother is ugly by my sister's face, then let's stop painting, and if you paint again, you will cry like a little cat." ”

"How could it be, brother, I just remembered some old things, and sad things suddenly came to my heart, and I couldn't stop crying. If you want to say that your appearance is absolutely amazing! Brother, I want to wait until I go back and take a closer look at my sister's paintings. After Zhang Yunluo said this, he focused his attention on the pair of eyes of the owner of Fenglai Building.

"Then let's say we can't cry anymore, if you cry like a little cat again, my sister will have to rub your face again." The owner of Fenglai Mansion does not look like a successful landlord at this time, but like a sister next door, mature with a bit of playfulness.

Zhang Yunluo stared at these eyes, and once again felt that it was difficult to write.

What kind of eyes are these, mature with a little playfulness, charming with a little fortitude. Zhang Yunluo almost lost his mind once, and he didn't know what was going on, he opened his mouth and asked, "Sister, have you seen my Ling'er?" ”

"What are you asking for? I had never met her before you brought her to Fenglai Tower. You shouldn't just go out and miss your little girl, right? If you do this again, my sister will be jealous! "The owner of Fenglai Building puffed out his mouth to express his dissatisfaction.

Now she is, in Zhang Yunluo's eyes, that is, in her previous life, Zhang Ayaling's childlike temperament has not changed after she matured, and she didn't know what to do to pretend to be angry, so that Zhang Yunluo could put down the things at hand and coax her.

"It's nothing, I just feel that sister, you and my Ling'er look alike, if it was placed ten years ago, it would definitely be the same as Ling'er, but now it's okay, although my Ling'er is cute, she is still a child, I don't want you to ...... sister" Zhang Yunluo pretended to paint, and his voice became smaller and smaller inadvertently.

"Brother, you are not much older than your family Ling'er, and ah, don't mention other women in front of your own women in the future, it makes people feel very uncomfortable to listen to." The owner of Fenglai Building glanced at Zhang Yunluo, and once again said that he was not very happy now.

Zhang Yunluo nodded twice in response, then picked up the painting and handed it to the owner of Fenglai Building. The woman in the painting is incredibly beautiful, but there are no eyes, this is because Zhang Yunluo feels that he can't draw this pair of eyes, but he is afraid that the person in the painting will come to life after the eyesight.

"Why don't you paint my sister's eyes, is it because I think my sister's eyes are not beautiful?" The owner of Fenglai Mansion couldn't help but stuff the painting back to Zhang Yunluo, and pouted on the side.

"I'm afraid that after the finishing touch, the person in the painting will come back to life, and then your sister will have a lot of trouble." Zhang Yunluo had no choice but to pick up a pen and draw his eyes.

The owner of Fenglai Mansion glanced at him, but stopped talking, so that Zhang Yunluo didn't know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, Zhang Yunluo's mind was full of what Zhang Ayaling looked like when he looked at him before his whole body turned poison in his previous life. There was expectation, worry, nostalgia and love in those eyes......

The pair of eyes is extremely complicated, but Zhang Yunluo can click on all the details, Zhang Yunluo lifted the pen to draw, a pair of eyes, let him spend half an hour to sketch, when he lifted the pen, the meaning was still unfinished.