After eating breakfast, Chu Jiaojiao went to the study to find Jiang Ci again, but when she opened the door of the study, she did not find the man.

Somewhat strange, her gaze moved to a closed door, the last time, Jiang Ci was painting in it, and after she entered, he was beaten by him.

I don't know what unsightly things he painted, and he still hides them.

The ghost sent the gods, so she walked lightly.

When she unscrewed the door, there was no one inside, but the pile of paints and drawing boards attracted her a little.

Chu Jiaojiao walked over, and as soon as her fingers touched the drawing board, Jiang Ci's thin voice came from behind her, "Jiaojiao, what are you doing?" ”

Jiang Ci strode over, wrapped his hand around her waist, and his voice sounded almost close to her earlobe.

"Jiaojiao, why did you get here?" He asked, a slightly softer tone.

"I'm looking for you." Chu Jiaojiao replied, looking away from the drawing board.

There were no drawings on the canvas that had been set up by the stand, and it was a clean blank sheet of paper, so I couldn't see much of it.

"Huh?"

"Why, you're so nervous, what's hidden in it?" Chu Jiaojiao deliberately teased, observing the change in Jiang Ci's expression.

However, the man was obviously much more stable than she thought, and his expression was the same as always, and his eyes did not change even a bit.

"No, you're the only one who is my baby." He replied, chuckling at her.

Chu Jiaojiao didn't believe his words a little, and was about to study it carefully, when he pulled him to the drawing board.

"Jiaojiao, do you want to paint?" Jiang Ci bent down to pick up a pen and a paint plate, and then got up.

The paint tray was probably the latest one he had opened, and there was no mark on it, and then he dipped it and smeared it on the white paper.

Chu Jiaojiao's mind was instantly attracted by his paintings, and she completely forgot the answer she wanted to know before.

"What are you drawing?" She asked curiously, and she couldn't see any difference in the weeds.

"You." Jiang Ci replied with one word, but the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be unable to contain it.

"Me? Where is it? Chu Jiaojiao stared at his painting and asked, unable to see where she was in the painting at all.

"Come out right away." Jiang Ci replied, and the brush was stained with black paint, and then he painted in the depths of the grass.

After watching quietly for a while, Jiang Ci's hand speed was very fast, and a lifelike black cat appeared, with a pair of yellow-green pupils that were unusually clear.

After discovering what he had drawn, Chu Jiaojiao first marveled at his painting skills, and then reacted.

"You say I'm a cat?" She asked, pointing at herself, but her tone wasn't very angry, but rather a little playful.

"Well, aren't you?" Jiang Ci stopped writing, turned to look at her and asked.

"I'm not!" Chu Jiaojiao replied, and she was going to hit him.

Jiang Ci was holding something in both hands, one hand was a paintbrush and the other hand was holding paint, so he couldn't dodge her attack.

But he still attacked her with both hands, wrapped his elbow between her waist, and said leisurely and naturally, "You be careful, otherwise you will knock over the paint......"

Before his words completely fell, Chu Jiaojiao really knocked over the paint, but all of them were blamed on her.

"Jiang Ci, you must have done it on purpose." Chu Jiaojiao glared at him and said angrily.

Jiang Ci blinked, his long eyelashes trembled with his movements, and he explained unconvincingly, "I'm not." ”