Su Miao looked at him and nodded almost without any hesitation, "Okay." ”

But the extremely handsome face in front of him was still tense, and he looked at her with deep eyes, as if he was still not at ease.

Su Miao got up helplessly, holding his handsome face with both hands, and his black and white eyes were full of seriousness, "Okay, I'm just jealous with my eyes, don't be so nervous." ”

“…… Seriously? ”

"Uh-huh."

The man's handsome face gradually loosened.

Su Miao laughed, "I want to see you draw me." ”

Di Beiyu looked a little uncomfortable, frowned and said, "Haven't you seen it?" ”

Her expression was serious and dissatisfied, "I looked at it twice that day, and I was startled by you, and I didn't have time to take a good look." ”

“…… Look at it after eating. ”

"You're going to make me in the mood to eat."

Di Beiyu sighed, and touched her head helplessly with his palm, "Wait until you finish reading the dishes and it's cold, so watch it after eating, huh?" ”

This man is still arrogant when he should be arrogant, and he won't let her at all.

Su Miao snorted, "Got it." ”

However, her eating movement was obviously much faster than just now, and when she finally finished eating, she immediately pulled him up.

Su Miao thought that many of the paintings in Liu Qingwan's mouth were at most filling the entire bookshelf, because she found those paintings when she knocked over things on the bookshelf last time.

But when the man opened the door of the secret room and looked at the pile of rice paper inside, her expression froze.

Really...... Many, many lots, worthy of a luxury lineup.

Obviously, all the paintings are her, and they are all back silhouettes and other things like her, and she doesn't even have a face, and the paintings should be the same, but when she looks at it, she is different in each painting - eating, drinking, enjoying flowers, and watching the moon......

Su Miao subconsciously wanted to make fun of him, but when she remembered why he painted this, she couldn't say anything.

The heart is sour and astringent.

Su Miao looked at one of the pictures she was fluttering at butterflies, and pursed her lips, "Emperor Beiyu." Her fingertips stroked the beautiful butterfly on the picture, "You said last time that it was painted a few years ago." So much...... None of the last one you painted? ”

Because of his words, she has been pregnant for a long time.

"Lie to you, fool." The man behind her wrapped his arms around her waist, and his deep voice was a little helpless and a little sighing, "What I said at that time was all a lie to you - I just thought that you are such a bad woman, I can't be fooled by you again." ”

If they were all painted a few years ago, then how many things did he have to paint a few years ago, and how could he have so much time.

All the paintings here, the latest one is actually the one he painted before he went to Beicy.

I just don't want to admit it in front of her.

Su Miao's eyes were a little sour, and he grabbed his hand and turned around, "But these have no face." ”

“…… Well. ”

"Do you hate me so much that you deliberately didn't paint my face?"

"Nope." He just didn't know how to put pen to paper, and how to draw didn't look like her.

Of course Su Miao knew that it wasn't, the real reason, she had already heard what Jing Xiu had said.

She blinked, and snorted pretending to be unhappy, "Then you have to make it up to me." ”