"Here, I'll take a picture of you." Zhou Jiayao took out his mobile phone and asked Arina to stand in front of the mural.

Ning Yuanlan was still wearing a smock and had tools for painting in his hands, so he looked at the camera like this, with a relieved and relaxed smile on his face.

There was a click, and the picture froze.

"I'll send it to your QQ." Zhou Jiayao said that he would send the picture to Ning Yuanlan's QQ.

"I'll go change my clothes first." She didn't look at the photos in time and went to the bathroom to wash herself.

Zhou Jiayao fixed his mobile phone on the ladder chair that Ning Yuanlan used to paint, adjusted the time, and walked to the mural himself, holding the tool in his hand, smiling at the end.

Then put your phone away.

When Ning Yuanlan came out of the bathroom, it was only half past three in the afternoon, I don't know if Ling Mo is off work now, she called him while putting away her things.

After thinking about the phone for a long time, he didn't answer, Zhou Jiayao came over, saw the expression on her face was a little disappointed, and said, "I'll send you over, right?" Anyway, I left work early today. ”

"No, you don't." Ning Yuanlan shook his head, "I'll call it, you can go back first, your parents are waiting for you to eat at home." ”

"My parents are not in Jiangcheng, and when I go home from work, I am just looking for friends, and you are also my friend." Zhou Jiayao explained with a smile, "What? Are you afraid that I will send it? Once again, I solemnly declare that I once liked Lin Yuanlan, and I only regard you as an ordinary friend and a like-minded colleague in painting. ”

"Thank you then." He said so, what else could Ning Yuanlan do? It seems that he does not agree with him sending her, but it seems that she thinks too much.

The two got into the car, Ning Yuanlan consciously buckled his seat belt, Zhou Jiayao started the car and reminded her, "The photo I found for you just now, I sent you on QQ, did you see it?" ”

"I'll look at it now." She just finished painting just now, her hands were dirty, and she didn't take her mobile phone, but now she remembered it, flipped out her mobile phone and logged in to QQ, and sure enough, she saw Zhou Jiayao's avatar beating again, and clicked on it, it was the photo he found for her just now, the mural in the background was lifelike, and there was really a small flower butterfly parked on the window lattice.

Ning Yuanlan pressed and held on the photo, and soon jumped out of the selection bar, she chose to forward, and then chose Ling Mo's avatar, and sent the photo over.

Ling Mo was using his notebook to teach the apprentices at the moment, explaining the intrusion skills of a new type of firewall, but the projection wall showed Ning Yuanlan's avatar jumping.

"Master, my wife has sent you a message, look at it." Xiao Wu's sharp eyes found that there was Ning Yuanlan's avatar in the lower right corner, and then jumped.

"Master, look, look." Seeing this, Xiao Qi also came to join in the fun.

So, at the request of the apprentices, a certain master could only click on the avatar that kept beating in the taskbar.

There is only one photo in the chat box, the background is the hand-painted wall of the living room of their villa, which has been completed, the little girl in front of the mural is still wearing a smock, injured according to the brush and paint plate, the smile on her face is relieved and satisfied, when she paints, her eyes condense a focused look and dissipate, giving people a very strong temptation: charm, that is a kind of preoccupation with the look, very beautiful.

"Master, my wife is so talented." Xiao Wu couldn't help but praise.

Ling Mo glanced at Xiao Wu, and finally realized Pei Yin's complacent feeling when others praised Ouyang Xue.

Sure enough, when his woman is praised, it is really the same as praising himself.