Zhu Lanyue clenched her fists, her eyes showing determination and sadness.

With these emotions, she could not stay there, because she knew very well that after carrying those emotions, she could no longer stay as calmly as before.

After entering the house, Zhu Ling closed the doors and windows like a thief, and gently covered his chest with his little hand, and his little face became as red as a red apple at the moment.

She slowly pulled out a palm-sized puppet from her bosom, but it was very delicately made.

This is the reward she received from Wang Fan after working hard today, and she was going to talk to Zhu Lanyue just now.

But after seeing Zhu Lanyue's expression, she felt that it was better not to say it.

Having said that, this little puppet is so exquisite, and Mr. is really amazing.

For some reason, the more she looked at the little puppet's face, the more she realized that it was a bit like herself.

Could it be that Mr. carved her?

Such a cute little puppet, she alone has too much skin.

Well, it's good to go back and ask Sister Lan Yue for another one.

Zhu Ling couldn't help it, and secretly thought in his heart that he would be able to make a pair just right.

And the gentleman is so good, maybe he has secretly prepared.

Standing at the door of the bookstore, Zhu Lanyue was slightly cramped and uneasy, and her pretty face was full of hesitation.

Although she had made up her mind last night, at this time, she couldn't help but hesitate a little.

Just when Zhu Lanyue was still thinking about how to open her mouth to say her resignation, the door of the store suddenly opened.

"Lan Yue, you're here! Just right, help me process the ink block," Wang Fan rubbed his head and walked out of the door.

"Isn't it that Xiao Ling is confusing the ink block with the black ink again?" Zhu Lanyue asked subconsciously when she heard this.

Wang Fan nodded lightly and expressed his affirmation.

"I'm sorry sir, Xiaoling, she just can't remember, definitely not deliberately confused, I hope you don't blame her."

Zhu Lanyue lowered her head apologetically and apologized.

"It's okay, I don't blame her, if it's convenient for you, you can grind me first, I'm going to use ink soon."

Wang Fan waved his hand and said.

"Okay, I'll go to the ink grinding now, sir, you go to the backyard first and wait for a while, I'll send it over immediately!" Zhu Lanyue said, subconsciously walked into the store, and took the ink block from Zhu Ling, who was about to cry in a hurry,

I sharpened it very skillfully.

"Sister Lan Yue, I'm sorry, I ......" Zhu Ling's little face couldn't help but turn red, clenched his little hands, and lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's okay, there are many types of ink, and it's normal for you to make mistakes. Okay, you go to Mr.'s side and have a look, he's still there

What do you need help with? ”

Zhu Lan Yueman said nonchalantly, and the movements in her hands did not stop.

"Oh, that's okay, Sister Lan Yue, I'll go over first!"

Zhu Ling burst into tears and laughed, and ran towards the backyard with brisk steps.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Lanyue couldn't help but smile, and immediately grinded the ink block with a serious face.

After a while, she grinded the ink and quickly sent it to Wang Fan in the backyard.

After putting down the things, Zhu Lanyue considered whether to take this opportunity to say that idea.

But when she noticed that Wang Fan was grabbing the paintbrush and paying full attention at the moment, she couldn't help but swallow back the words that came to her mouth.

It's obviously not good to bother at this time.

Forget it, let's wait until Mr. finishes painting before mentioning it.

Zhu Lanyue sighed secretly in her heart, pulled up Zhu Ling, who was very close to the side, and stepped aside.

At this moment, Wang Fan, who had been holding a paintbrush and was motionless, suddenly moved.

To be precise, it was the position of the paintbrush in his hand that changed, from the one he was just holding to the one he was hanging on.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Lanyue realized something, raised her head and looked at the drawing board in front of Wang Fan.

I saw that on the drawing board, which was just a blank piece of paper, a finished painting appeared at this moment.

It was a portrait of a woman, because it was covered with a light veil, and it was not clear to see the face, but from the perfect figure and dusty temperament, you can know that the woman in the painting is definitely a beauty at the level of the country and the city.

That kind of beauty, even Zhu Lanyue, who is also a woman, can feel it.

Who is this beauty? Could it be that it is Mr.'s Taoist companion?

Yes, that's the only possibility.

Otherwise, how could the gentleman have specially painted such a portrait?

I don't know why, when she thought of this, Zhu Lanyue couldn't help biting her lip slightly, and her hands under her sleeves couldn't help but clench.

"Whew, I haven't painted for a long time, and I don't know if my skills have regressed!"

Wang Fan stretched his waist, took off the painting on the drawing board, and took it in his hand to examine it carefully.

Well, it's okay to be able to get it, after all, thanks to the system, his painting skills are at the full level.

In this way, Zhao Mengqi should be satisfied.

That's right, the woman painted by Wang Fan is Zhao Mengqi.

As for the reason for his painting, it was naturally because Zhao Mengqi helped him grind those tobaccos.

Wang Fan is not used to owing favors to others, so he naturally wants to return this favor as soon as possible.

It just so happened that Zhao Mengqi also became his assistant.

In this way, the greeting gift and the favor gift can be returned together.

Of course, he definitely didn't think of using paintings to repay Zhao Mengqi because he had no money to pay Zhao Mengqi.

Well, definitely not without money!

After all, it's too cheesy to send money!

This is not his identity!

is also an elegant person, what kind of money to talk about, and it hurts to talk about money.

Wang Fan happily picked up the painting he had just made, took the painting shaft from Zhu Ling's hand and stuffed it in.

"Sir, that painting, isn't it ......" Zhu Lanyue bit her lip, and even she didn't expect that she would ask so boldly.

"Well, that's right, it's what you think!"

Wang Fan nodded lightly, took Zhu Lanyue's words, and affirmed.

"Okay, go back and wait for Zhao ...... No, Monqi come over and give it to her. ”

Wang Fan said and handed the painting to Zhu Lanyue.

"Huh?" Zhu Lanyue was stunned, as if she had been struck by lightning, and she was stunned in place.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Seeing this, Wang Fan couldn't help but look at it strangely.

"Oh no, nothing!"

Zhu Lanyue hurriedly waved her hand, suddenly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but say.

"Sir, isn't the woman in the painting Miss Zhao? Are you giving this gift because you thank her for helping you grind the plant called tobacco? ”

"Ahaha, did you guess it," Wang Fan touched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile.

"Well, it's okay, and Mengqi didn't just become my assistant, and she didn't give any meeting gifts, so let's just send it together."

Hearing Wang Fan's explanation, most of the unhappiness in Zhu Lanyue's heart disappeared, but a trace of strange emotions emerged from the depths of her heart.