After a long time, Mo Beixiao finally finished the long cross-border phone call.

When Strictly pushed him into the room, Su Xiaomi had a drawing board in front of her, and she was sitting by the window, holding a paintbrush to color the painting in front of her.

The sun cast on her face, making her fair skin seem to shine.

She used to tie her hair all back and show her smooth forehead, as if that way she would look less stupid.

The sun shone on the broken hair on her forehead, on her long eyelashes.

At that moment, Mo Beixiao couldn't help but pause.

This stupid guy is damn good-looking.

Obviously the head is empty, and it is full of water, but this skin is so good that he can't help but say so many good things to her on the phone.

"Are you done?"

Hearing the sound of him entering the door, Su Xiaomi raised her head with a paintbrush, "I found this set of things when I was tidying up the room just now, I almost forgot about it, I used to paint." ”

She had dreamed of becoming a painter before, and she felt that she was very talented.

But her uncle's family didn't have the money to send her to study art, so Su Xiaomi could only teach herself.

Later, when her uncle fell ill and married herself, she slowly let go of these things.

Now that she is back here again, when she sees her original sketchpad and brush, her hands itch for a while, and she starts to paint.

"I bet you've got a particularly ugly drawing."

Mo Beixiao mocked while shaking his wheelchair to look at her work.

On the drawing board, there is a man in a wheelchair, and next to him, there is a tall and sturdy bodyguard.

Mo Beixiao recognized it at a glance that what Su Xiaomi drew was him and strict.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at himself in the painting.

The man in a wheelchair, thin and lonely.

This is what Su Xiaomi sees in her eyes?

He frowned deadly.

"Is it okay?"

Su Xiaomi, who hadn't painted for a long time, looked at Mo Beixiao cautiously and expectantly, "I think my painting is very reductive......"

"It's ugly."

Mo Beixiao turned his face away and didn't look at the painting again, "Su Xiaomi, you are ugly." ”

"Don't paint anymore."

Su Xiaomi was unexpected.

She knows that her level is not very high, but she is not so "ugly" that she is commenting, right?

Putting the brush down in her hand, she took a closer look at the painting in front of her.

It's obviously not bad.,That kind of artistic conception with some loneliness under the sun is obvious.。

"Mo Beixiao, is there something wrong with your aesthetics?"

She frowned, questioning.

Mo Beixiao never looked back at her again, "Your aesthetics are the problem." ”

"Strict."

"Yes."

"Put this painting away and put it in a place where Su Xiaomi can't see it."

I was stunned for a while, but I still did it obediently.

Su Xiaomi pursed her lips and chose not to bother with him.

While saying that she painted ugly, she asked Yan to put it away.

According to his previous flamboyant and domineering personality, shouldn't the things he hated be torn up directly?

"Su Xiaomi."

After strictly putting the painting away, Mo Beixiao turned his head, and his black eyes glared coldly at the woman in front of him, "Don't paint me in the future." ”

"Why?"

Su Xiaomi looked at him helplessly, "I guard you every day, and you are the one I know best." ”

She hadn't drawn for a long time, and she couldn't grasp many things well.

But only for Mo Beixiao, she knows every inch of his body very well, and it is naturally not difficult to draw.

"You're so ugly."

The man glared at her, "A handsome person like me has been painted ugly by you, and you still think you draw well." ”

"Stupid, no aesthetics at all, Su Xiaomi, are you a pig?"

Su Xiaomi pursed her lips, and just wanted to say something, but heard him speak again, "Pour me a glass of water to drink." ”

"Pigs don't pour water."