In a panic, Luan Xiaotian snatched the pieces of paper and threw them into the trash, "It's just boring." ”

Is it boring?

Nan Yukong chuckled and took out all the papers from the trash can, "Go to the studio and get some tape and scissors, you finally drew so much." ”

There were so many of his names written, and if you think about it, she should have written it in the yard that time, and some of the pencil marks were pasted.

A few minutes later, several kinds of water tape, paper tape, and scotch tape appeared in front of Nan Yukong's eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the scotch tape and the utility knife that had been replaced with a children's professional knife, and began to put together the torn paintings in earnest.

Luan Xiaotian sat across from him, occasionally helping out.

When he was bored, Luan Xiaotian would take those messy paintings and put them together, and when he was bored, he would lie on the blanket under his butt in discouragement.

The whole process is silent, and the environment is depressing.

"Alright."

In a daze, Luan Xiaotian heard a familiar voice, and only then did he wake up from his sleepiness.

When I looked closely, the shredded paper was not only glued, but also pasted back to the notebook one by one in chronological order.

Writing the date on the drawn manuscript is a small habit that Luan Xiaotian has always had, and it is also to facilitate the observation of whether he has made progress in the future.

I didn't expect it to work at such a time.

What happened in front of her was an unexpected situation, or the most unexpected situation.

"Have you started painting today?" Nan Yukong rubbed his head, which was still a little shaky, and asked softly.

Only when he felt that his subordinates nodded, he took it back, turned around and went to the bedside table to put the thick notebook in.

The sound of opening the drawer came out, Luan Xiaotian woke up instantly, and suddenly got up and stared wide-eyed, her painting was still in Xia Xueyi's hands!!

There is no class tomorrow, and Xia Xueyi is not at school, how can she get her painting back.

Suddenly, Luan Xiaotian thought that she had Xia Xueyi's contact information, and looked for her mobile phone in the room.

Finally, in the small corner of the bookshelf, I finally saw the important communication tool that I had abandoned.

When she found her mobile phone, she immediately made a call to Xia Xueyi, and it took a long time for her to connect.

The bustling, constant flow of discussion rushed into the eardrums like thunder.

"Xue Yi, is my painted painting still in your hands?" Luan Xiaotian tried her best to let Xia Xueyi hear what she said, and she was a little anxious in her words, but it was so that she could be lazy and do her homework in advance now, "If it's convenient for you, I'll pick it up." ”

After Xia Xueyi connected her phone, she looked apologetic, "Little God, I'm really sorry, I didn't catch up with you when you left too quickly." Now I'm queuing up outside the commercial art exhibition, I'm afraid I can't give it to you. ”

As soon as he heard this answer, Luan Xiaotian's heart instantly cooled by half, thanked him and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Xia Xueyi glanced at her phone several times, it wasn't that she didn't want to help, it was that she really couldn't do anything.

She had been looking forward to the exhibition for more than ten hours from home, and finally got a 24-hour ticket, and she had to run out of time to go back.

"You put this away?" Nan Yukong kept looking at the back of the caller, and waited for her to hang him up before he spoke.

Luan Xiaotian turned his head and fell into sight with a smaller note.

Is that!!

It was the first time she had come here, and the note she was holding in her hand had her and Xiao Yin's names written on it at the same time.

It was because of this note that she figured out that she was really wearing a book.

"I ......"

What does she say?

Could it be that it was accidentally placed inside?

Then no one believes it.

Nan Yukong took the small note with dense words written on it, kicked it in his pocket, and reminded, "It's time for you to draw." ”

Nan Yukong's kind reminder immediately made Luan Xiaotian's stomach feel hot.

If she hadn't been summoned in a hurry, she would have forgotten where Xia Xueyi had even drawn a dozen or so manuscripts.

"I don't paint!" Luan Xiaotian said angrily.

She didn't do the wrongdoing, she painted it all once, so she didn't want to paint it a few more times.

After a long time, Nan Yukong closed the drawer of the bedside table and strode in front of Luan Xiaotian.

Tie Qing's face suddenly made Luan Xiaotian retreat two centimeters, trembling, "You...... What are you doing! ”

She protected herself with both hands, only a few centimeters away from Nan Yukong, and his breathing could be heard clearly.

A thick and powerful waist, with an angel-like face, and milk-like smooth and delicate skin......

"I'll ask you again, are you going or not!" This time, Nan Yukong became tougher.

Even ...... Even the voice is mellow and strong coffee flavor.

The more they are forced, the more they resist, which is a common problem for most people.

Luan Xiaotian is no exception.

Her anger came up all of a sudden, staring at the eyes of the two gods, tearing open her voice and yelling, her momentum was very firm and courageous, "I said! I, no, go! ”

Nan Yukong sneered, took a deep breath, endure.

In the next second, he came suddenly, and immediately bent down and carried Luan Xiaotian on his shoulders.

Huh!

What exactly does he want to do!

"Hurry up and let me down!" Nan Yukong is shameless, she still wants it!

If you continue to be so embarrassed, you will be seen by the summer, isn't it to mislead people's children.

Nan Yukong pressed the people who had been resisting, and when she arrived at the studio on the second floor, she still had no intention of letting her down.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Luan Xiaotian can't bear it, no need to endure it anymore!

Nan Yukong first cleared his throat, and then his beautiful voice slowly emitted a seductive sound, "I'm going to be your boyfriend!" ”

Luan Xiaotian lay on his shoulder, his dejected head immediately popped up, and he was shocked, "What did you say!" ”

"I want you to be my girlfriend!" Nan Yukong took the trouble to repeat it.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Luan Xiaotian probed the temperature of Nan Yukong's forehead and muttered in a low voice, "I don't have a fever either, why did it start to be abnormal?" ”

If he really became his girlfriend, wouldn't the dream of hundreds of billions of girls in Haicheng be shattered?

She can't do this kind of immoral thing.

"I'm against it!" Luan Xiaotian protested.

"Objections are invalid!" He decided, and he had to do it!

No matter how suspicious her identity is, be sure to complete the tasks asked by Grandma and Grandma!

"You call the overlord hard bow! I must object! Luan Xiaotian struggled to jump off Nan Yukong's shoulder, but the disparity in strength was huge, and the more she resisted, the greater the force that restrained her.

What the hell is with what, can't you put her down and discuss it well?

The business of forced buying and selling is not very easy to do!

In an instant, when she was about to resist again, Nan Yukong's face immediately looked ugly as lemon essence from eating fresh lemons, put her down, and strode forward with a pace.

He leaned back on the balcony and threatened, "Promise?" ”

Luan Xiaotian's brain was already congested, and at this moment, from her point of view, the infinitely good scenery of the entire courtyard was blurry, with a circle of black halo.

The corners of its forehead crackled and there was a large pile of cold sweat that it had already thought about.

She cautiously stepped forward and poked Nan Yukong's back twice, "Mr. Nan, do you say that this matter can be put aside first, we have something to discuss, a good discussion, and then you let me be a cow and a horse." ”

Luan Xiaotian let go of the cruel words, this fell down head down, either dead or disabled!

She is upright at the age of twenty-one, and she can't die congenitally because of Nan Yukong.

She hasn't been in love yet, she hasn't even held the boy's little hand, she can't die unjustly, and no one is willing to help her on her last journey.

"Do you mean yes?" Nan Yukong tugged at her collar and leaned forward, and then raised it back.

Luan Xiaotian's brain was hot, and he nodded nervously, "I promise!" I promise! Can't I say yes! ”

Nan Yukong chuckled, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew the smile that had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

Luan Xiaotian, who was alive and well, desperately retreated to the balcony, and his legs were also soft and trembling.

This kind of joke is really not made by people, if one accidentally slips her hand, she will really die here.

"Draw." Nan Yukong walked happily, pasted the drawing paper and beckoned Luan Xiaotian to come over.

Luan Xiaotian remained vigilant, feeling that taking a step forward would be more dangerous.

Forcing Liang to do anything that is so open to prostitution!

Completely contrary to the original intention!

Her eyes widened, she shook her head, and her tone was firm and forceful, "I'll paint again tomorrow." ”

Nan Yukong's face with a hint of curvature immediately pulled down.

Get!

This look is the rhythm of anger.

Without doing anything, Luan Xiaotian strode over, and directly picked up the paintbrush and started to do it.

She studied oil painting, and Nan Yukong had to force her to learn gouache every day, which was really incomprehensible.

Isn't it just that oil paint is a little more expensive, he is a dignified president, so he won't be so picky.

"You've found the wrong relationship here." Nan Yukong's voice completely pulled Luan Xiaotian's thoughts back to reality.

She looked at it, there was nothing wrong with it, she had drawn more than a dozen like that, and even Professor Xia didn't say anything wrong with her.

The sun was just right, the breeze was not dry, and the breeze in the studio slowly caressed the cheeks of the two people, like babies touching their skin.

Under the sun, a pair of large and powerful palms gently attached Luan Xiaotian's delicate and small five fingers.

The sound of the swish was pleasantly sung on the drawing paper.

She and Nan Yukong are already on their chests and backs!

In an instant, Luan Xiaotian's face burned as if it was on fire.

"Look, are you looking for something wrong here, huh?"

Nan Yukong's crispy voice almost killed Luan Xiaotian.

The whole person didn't stand firm, and almost softened.

Fortunately, she was determined and stood firm.

With a long sigh of relief in his heart, he pulled out the hand that was being held, turned his head and chuckled, "I understand." ”

Looking back, the tips of the noses of the two people touched slightly.

The air instantly solidified into a cloud of harmful gas, which still stopped and made her hold her breath.

Xia and the housekeeper, who happened to follow all the way to the second floor, peeked for a few minutes, and when they saw this scene, the housekeeper blindfolded Summer in a panic, and then left satisfied.

After leaving, Summer took off the housekeeper's hand, "Grandpa housekeeper, what are godfathers and sisters doing?" ”