In the afternoon, Luan Xiaotian painted for four hours.

For four hours, she listened to the sound of Nan Yukong constantly tapping on the keyboard of her mobile phone.

She looked at the six paintings that had been drawn on the ground, and compared them with the previous ones, there was still some obvious improvement.

Nan Yukong was attracted by a fierce sound of excitement, and looked over when he heard the sound.

A dumb figure was comparing his painting with a half-dried gouache painting left and right.

"Finished?" Nan Yukong pressed off the phone screen and asked.

Luan Xiaotian's hand shook, and the whole painting fell on her, accompanied by a poignant scream.

Nan Yukong snickered and got up, "Why are you so careless?" ”

Accidental!?

It's not all because you're scared by the sudden voice of some idle boredom!

With such a loud voice, it's good that you're not scared half to death.

Nan Yukong handed Luan Xiaotian a few tissues and folded them out of the room.

Two or three minutes later, he held a pale yellow dress in his hand and threw it to Luan Xiaotian, "Put it on, the brown one will be thrown away first." ”

Pulling it over suddenly, Luan Xiaotian glanced at it with disdain in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

You're so rich, you're so generous.

Just about to change clothes, Luan Xiaotian frowned, "Aren't you going out?" ”

How can she change it in this way, does she want him to exchange things in the air?

Nan Yukong sat leisurely on the side, with no intention of leaving.

He is really an immortal-level god!

She went to her room to change it, and it was okay.

"What, shy?" Nan Yukong raised his head, "Just change it here, I don't look at you." ”

Luan Xiaotian was taken aback, she really thanked you for not looking at it.

Waving his hand, "No, I'm not used to ......"

The last word dragged on for a long time, until Luan Xiaotian's back disappeared at the door of the studio.

Nan Yukong smiled and got up and went to the study.

In the study, the mobile phone that had been vibrating was finally picked up.

"Third master! Luan Xiaotian, did that woman really not show any horses' feet? There was a scream of ghosts crying wolves on the phone.

Nan Yukong looked disgusted, put his phone aside, and the book in his hand turned over quite quickly.

"Third Master, are you listening to me?" After chattering for a while, Qin Songze asked.

He bothered to talk about a lot of doubts, could it be that he was talking to himself?

Nan Yukong stared at the phone that suddenly became silent, and reached out to poke it.

The finger hasn't touched the phone's red hang-up button yet.

Suddenly!

"Wow, ah......hhh Third Master! What exactly are you doing! Qin Songze's voice can be said to be earth-shattering.

Nan Yukong, whose hair stood on end, couldn't bear the panic, glanced at the door, and replied lightly, "Read the book." ”

Qin Songze's heart instantly cooled by half.

What he said was Luan Xiaotian's exclusive news, what does it mean that the three masters don't listen?

Could it be that he really found out?!

"Xiao Yin and Luan Xiaotian are the same person, did you already know about it, Third Master?" A serious voice came from the other end of the line.

Nan Yukong immediately hung up the phone, his eyes bursting with cold light, "How much have you heard?" ”

The figure outside the door stiffened fiercely, and a touch of unpleasant coldness twisted in his calm and indifferent eyes.

Push the door in.

When he looked up, his eyes met a colder look.

Luan Xiaotian was excited, and he had an inner taste!

This is the domineering president character she wants.