"Okay." Zhou Jiayao obediently responded, stood aside, hugged Xiong with both hands, and watched Ning Yuanlan's works painted for more than half a month, without expressing any opinions.

Because Ling Mo didn't come, Ning Yuanlan didn't plan to get off work on time to have lunch, but planned to finish the painting that was going to be painted this morning.

By the time it was over, it was already more than 12:40 p.m.

"Lunch?" Zhou Jiayao saw that she had received the last payment, so he looked up at her.

"Okay." Ning Yuanlan was still immersed in the concentration of the painting just now, his expression was slightly serious, he simply responded with a good word, put away the tools, took them with the palette, and slowly got down from the high ladder chair.

Zhou Jiayao obviously had never tried to paint like this, and when he saw Ning Yuanlan coming down from the ladder chair, he was like Ling Mo, he was very worried about her safety, and instinctively reached out to hold the ladder chair, and when she was about to land, he instinctively reached out and put his hand on her slender waist.

Ning Yuanlan was startled, turned his head to look at him, but he didn't know that he was trying to take her down from the ladder chair.

"Let go of me." Ning Yuanlan's feet just hit the ground, and he broke free of his hands, instinctively wanting to keep a distance from him and retreat, but he didn't notice a can of paint behind him, and after stepping on it, he realized that it was too late.

"Be careful." Zhou Jiayao quickly stepped forward, hugged her waist again, and firmly held her who fell backwards in his arms, "I just don't want you to get hurt." ”

Ning Yuanlan instinctively resisted, stood upright, and reminded him with a serious expression, "I don't like unfamiliar people touching my body, I hope you will pay attention in the future." ”

"I remember." Zhou Jiayao nodded obediently, obviously more than a year older than her, but as if listening to the teachings of his elders, he obeyed her words, did not refute at all, and did not have the slightest words of explanation.

Ning Yuanlan stupidly felt that he was a little too much for him, and changed the topic, "If you are hungry in the future, you don't have to wait for me, you can go to lunch by yourself." ”

"I've brought lunch." Zhou Jiayao suddenly said, "I brought a lot, do you want to be together?" ”

"No need." Ning Yuanlan instinctively refused.

"That's good." Zhou Jiayao was not reluctant.

"I'll wash my hands first." Ning Yuanlan said that he went to the bathroom on the first floor to wash his hands, slowed down the sheath, and then wrung his bag out.

After eating a quick snack at a nearby restaurant, Ning Yuanlan walked to the villa with a sun umbrella, and when he returned to the hand-painted wall, he saw Zhou Jiayao carefully looking at her work.

I never thought that one day your painting skills would reach such a level.

"Huh?" Ning Yuanlan was puzzled, and sat on a chair next to him with a water glass, watching his morning work.

"Three-dimensional painting is very popular abroad, but there are only a handful of painters who paint 3D in China, and I never thought that you are so talented in this area." Zhou Jiayao has been traveling abroad for many years, and is very curious about 3D painting, but he was far from expecting Ning Yuanlan to have such a deep attainment in this area.

Ning Yuanlan just raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction, once, someone told her that the paintings were fake, she was stubborn, and she wanted to make people feel that the paintings were real, for this reason, she was studying three-dimensional painting in college, and in the second semester of her freshman year, she also went to Italy alone to watch the 3D murals created by the Italian icon painter during the Renaissance in the 16th century.