Song Yixi was pleasantly surprised: "Is it okay?" ”

He complimented: "Of course. You are beautiful. ”

Wen Shiyu listened to their words on the side, and his face became darker and darker.

When Song Yixi sat down and the street painter was about to paint her, he raised his leg and kicked someone off the stool!

The face was very gloomy.

Song Yixi's eyes suddenly widened: "What are you doing in Wen Shiyu!" ”

Who knew that after he kicked the person down, he sat down on his seat, and shouted at her with a master's demeanor: "I'll paint it for you!" ”

Song Yixi: "......" will he?

The street painter was open-minded, and he didn't get angry when he was kicked, shrugged his shoulders and handed over his position: "You come, you come." ”

He was on the sidelines preparing to observe.

Who knew that Wen Shiyu didn't even let people look at it, and drove people away: "You give me a side!" ”

"Why?" The street painter was puzzled.

He said confidently: "Song Yixi can see you from this angle, what if she falls in love with you!" ”

The dead woman said she liked it so much that she wanted to marry the painter!

"Who is Song Yixi?"

Song Yixi, who was sitting in front, was really angry with him.

This dog man......

She's in love with a ghost!

The street painter was driven aside by Wen Shiyu with a stunned face.

……

Wen Shiyu is good-looking, slender and neat, sitting there without talking is a beautiful scenery, he has a lot of posture, and everyone who doesn't know thinks he is very powerful.

Song Yixi gradually felt that he was very powerful.

People slowly gathered around, although most of them were women, and they were all looking at his face.

Wen Shiyu's serious appearance is particularly charming, and even Song Yixi, who is used to his appearance, can't help but feel a little embarrassed when he stares at him like this.

She couldn't help but move.

"Woman! Don't move! He was extremely strict and scolded her.

Song Yixi let out a stunned sigh and sat up straight.

I don't know what kind of masterpiece he will paint......

The women around him gradually felt dissatisfied with his beauty from the front, and came closer and closer to him, and by the way, they also wanted to see how good the painting of such a handsome man was.

Wen Shiyu was impatient, shouting to catch people: "Stay away, stay away!" "These ugly girls!

The foreign women looked at his painting with strange expressions that could not be explained.

“……”

After about half an hour, Song Yixi's neck was tired and sore, and he couldn't help asking, "Are you still okay?" ”

The street painters next to him were a little sleepy and yawned.

Wen Shiyu glanced at her, finally put away the pen, threw away the pen that blew up the thorn, got up with great momentum, took out the drawing paper, and came to Song Yixi.

Said solemnly: "Woman, this is the first painting I gave you, you have to treasure it!" ”

Song Yixi's eyes were bright, he nodded like pounding garlic, and said happily: "Okay!" ”

Seeing her like this, Wen Shiyu was a little embarrassed, touched his ears, and said modestly for the first time: "I don't draw very well." ”

Song Yixi shook his head: "It must be very good-looking, show it to me!" ”

Wen Shiyu handed her the painting.

Song Yixi hurriedly took it, and after just one glance, she was petrified in place.

The man looked at her expectantly, and if he had a tail behind him at the moment, he would definitely wag it happily, and he asked, "Do you like it?" ”

Song Yixi swallowed his saliva, met his expectant little eyes, and said, "It's still ...... Yes. ”