Things were delivered quickly, a full set of painting tools, drawing boards, stands, drawing paper, charcoal, paints, plates, and even, a small bucket of water.

Very full of things, Nuan Jiu sat on the bed and watched Mo Zichen sit in front of her and began to draw, she looked at Professor Chen with her spare eyes and also looked at Mo Zichen's posture.

Breakfast time didn't end for long, Yang Guan slowly climbed into the room through the window, Nuan Jiu was on the side of the door, so the sunlight was not dazzling to her, but the sunlight came into the room and there was a little more light.

In the slight wind, the mood is leisurely, and the halo of warm light is reflected on Mo Zichen's body, as if it is plated with a thin layer of gold edges, which is as noble as the god in the ancient Greek fable.

No, he was originally the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and he can be regarded as the reincarnation of God!

Nuan Jiu thought of Su Chen, and suddenly the expectation in his heart was much lighter, why himself?

Su Chen, why did you choose me?

Isn't it impossible to be together?

Didn't Su Chen warn himself not to be delusional?

Nuan Jiu thought about it, and the whole person began to feel lost.

Mo Zichen was wearing a very simple shirt, white shirt and black casual pants, but the man's handsome and stunning face made the ward lively.

The nurse loves to come here and take a look.

Nuan Jiu thought about it and watched Mo Zichen start to draw, and Mo Zichen became serious after painting.

Nuan Jiu listened to the sound coming from him, and in the cool and slightly warm air, there was a rustling sound.

Painted on.

Nuan Jiu looked at Mo Zichen's arm when she thought about it, she didn't really want to see what Mo Zichen was drawing, she just wanted Mo Zichen to show his ability in front of Professor Chen.

So the place where Nuan Jiu looked was Mo Zichen.

Mo Zichen painted, his eyes were soft and focused, and the thin warmth, as if a Hong autumn water was swimming, slowly sucked her down.

Very gentle, painting on painting, Nuan Jiu looked at Mo Zichen's hand when he thought about it.

His hands are so beautiful, with well-defined bones, and they are slender and powerful.

A pair of hands holding a pen!

Just when Nuan Jiu was looking at Mo Zichen here, Professor Chen's face next to him became more and more solemn, and there was a trace of excitement in his solemnity.

It's like finding a treasure.

Nuan Jiu looked at it for a while, and became more and more sleepy in the warm atmosphere, she couldn't help but hit a hatch silently, and at this time, she looked at Professor Chen next to her and couldn't help but come over and watch.

Nuan Jiu moved his place, looked at Professor Chen, and said in a low voice: "Grandma, you sit!" ”

Professor Chen subconsciously asked Nuan Jiu not to speak, but Nuan Jiu's voice made Mo Zichen turn his head and glance at Nuan Jiu.

"What's wrong with Brother Zichen?" Nuan Jiu looked at Mo Zichen and smiled.

"It's fine." Mo Zichen continued to turn his head and draw as he spoke, and Professor Chen sat on Nuan Jiu's bed when he heard Nuan Jiu say this, and he could see all of Mo Zichen's movements on Nuan Jiu's side.

And Nuan Jiu leaned on the side of the bed and swiped his phone boringly for a while, but people are drawing for you, how can you do this!

After a while, Nuan Jiu continued to cheer up and began to watch, but she was looking at Mo Zichen.

And Professor Chen, who was next to him, watched Mo Zichen's movements directly, without blinking his eyes, Nuan Jiu looked at Professor Chen like this and suddenly felt that there was a play.