Where can Lou Ruan stand this.

Of course, she agreed to him.

When the brush landed on Xie Yanli's collarbone, he suddenly chuckled.

Lou Ruan held a paintbrush in one hand and a palette in the other, paused, looked at him and asked, "...... Laugh at something. ”

Xie Yanli reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist and let her sit on his lap, his laughter was very soft, the warm breath was on her forehead, and the tail note was slightly dragging, "Itchy." ”

Lou Ruan lowered his eyes and looked at the black stroke on his collarbone, "This is just a stroke." ”

"If you're afraid of itching, ......"

"No, don't say it," he reached out to cover her lips, the tip of his nose almost touching his own hand, "I'm not afraid." ”

Lou Ruan was covered by his lips, and he sat in his arms again, but he could only stare at him with wide eyes.

Xie Yanli hooked his lips and let go of his hand.

He tilted his head slightly, his superior and smooth neck line was exposed, and the full Adam's apple and beautiful collarbone were also unreservedly displayed in front of him.

It was the first time for Lou Ruan to paint on a person, and it was such a close distance.

She squeezed her paintbrush tightly, glanced at Xie Yanli, and set the palette aside.

His free hand generously ripped open the collar of his jet-black shirt, and his white fingers pinched the paintbrush, his eyes drooping and focused.

Xie Yanli leaned back in his chair leisurely, lazily reached out to hug her waist, and squinted at the mirror on the side.

In the mirror, a girl in a long lotus pink dress sat in his arms, her snow-white calves slightly in the air, and her skirt rippling.

She drooped her long, thick eyelashes, pulled the collar of his shirt with one hand, and held a paintbrush in the other, and her side face was delicate and soft.

Those lowered eyes hadn't been lifted for a long time, and there was no more of him in her eyes, only the butterfly pattern on her collarbone.

The black watercolor paint falls on the collarbone and falls from the soft nib, giving it a crispy tingling touch.

Her hand moved slightly, and the thick color fell on the thin, white skin, and Xie Yanli briefly held her breath.

This feeling is really not pleasant.

But there are some subtleties that make people can't bear to stop.

Lou Ruan turned his head and changed his pen.

Her pink fingers pinched the barrel of the pen, her eyes dipping in the paint on the palette.

Xie Yanli was still leaning there, and as soon as his hand on her waist loosened, he turned his head and picked up the phone he had in his hand.

The person who had been focusing on his creation finally glanced at him, and saw that he took the phone and didn't say anything, turned around with a paintbrush, sat on his lap and lowered his head slightly, his eyes at the level of his collarbone.

The soft and sweet breath was there.

Xie Yanli briefly closed his eyes and opened them again.

He looked at the mirror to the side, swiped his slender fingers across the phone screen, and turned on the camera.

Before taking pictures, Xie Yanli lowered his eyes and looked at the person lying on his chest.

Her pink and white fingers pressed against the neckline of his three-button button, and looked at his collarbone without distraction, outlining the butterfly with her heart.

Really, wholeheartedly engaged in creation.

It's not like him at all, and it's hard to sit still.

The tip of his nose slid down his collarbone, and Xie Yanli's Adam's apple rolled down, and he snapped a picture in the mirror.

He didn't know when his finger bones were powdered.

Lou Ruan had already heard the sound of him taking pictures, she looked at the black butterfly on his collarbone, and her voice was soft and steady, "Don't shake, I'm going to draw the other half." ”

This butterfly, only half of which is a real butterfly wing. She first began to draw the other half with lines, and now she planned to fill in the black roses here, and use a few roses to form the other half of the wings.

“…… Good. Xie Yanli pinched his phone, lowered his eyes and asked her, "Can you send it out?" ”

The tone suddenly became a little, strange.

The slender brush lightly hooked a small circle on his collarbone, and the thick black paint fell on the white collarbone, Lou Ruan didn't raise his head, and his tone was still light and steady, as if there was no emotion, "Hmm." ”

“……”

After getting her affirmation, Xie Yanli's eyelashes flashed, and he opened the circle of friends.

He leaned back slightly, sat lazily, squinted his eyes and selected the picture just now, and typed casually:

[Cooperate with Mrs. to create/spread hands [picture]]

After sending it, Xie Yanli put down his mobile phone and leaned there to continue to enjoy the itchy, crispy, numb, and subtle intolerance.

Mr. Tangerine draws very seriously and slowly.

After the butterfly was finished, she drew a circle of rose branches around the butterfly on a whim.

A small rose and a small branch and leaf made Xie Yanli's eyebrows twist and twist.

Luckily, she quickly put down her brush and stopped.

"Okay," Lou Ruan put down his paintbrush and leaned over to blow there, "Take a look." ”

The man who had finally been pardoned leaned on it, lazily raising his eyelashes.

Lou Ruan was facing his eyes, and he was about to get up from him, "Look at it." ”

She thinks she played pretty well today!

Very nice drawing!

Xie Yanli nodded, but didn't let her go down.

As soon as he raised his hand, he directly picked up the person.

Lou Ruan vacated in an instant, and she exclaimed, "Let me down." ”

The person holding her had already walked to the mirror, and he turned sideways slightly, looking in the direction of his neckline in the mirror, and could only see half of the butterfly's wings.

The other half was blocked by the shirt.

He curled his lips at her, "Block, Madame help me." ”

Lou Ruan: "......"

She reached out and gently pulled the collar of his shirt open, allowing the butterfly to reveal itself.

"How?" She asked.

Xie Yanli looked at the black butterfly in the mirror, and raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's really good-looking, it's not in vain that Mr. Sweet Orange has been concentrating for dozens of minutes, and he hasn't moved it to me at all." ”

Lou Ruan: "? ”

Xie Yanli: "Next time, let's paint my face, at least so, you can look at me more." ”

Lou Ruan was speechless.

He asked her to draw here!

Moreover, who didn't look at him anymore!

Haven't you been staring at your collarbone, isn't looking at him if you look at his collarbone?

Oh, man!

-

Half an hour later, Xie Yanli got in the car and went out.

He sat in the back of the car, patted the butterfly on his collarbone casually, and slowly opened WeChat.

The one I posted before already has a lot of likes.

Xie Yanli glanced at it hastily, his eyes swept over Shao Zheng's likes, and shared the picture again.

There was no copywriting this time.

Everyone knows who painted it.

-

In the afternoon, the meeting with Huaqing University laboratory and contract signing began.

The thank-you banquet was attended on time.

He sat down nonchalantly under the gaze of the company's top management, employees, and Professor An, who had come to sign the contract on behalf of Huaqing Laboratory.

The moment he leaned down to sit down, the entire conference room was silent, and everyone stared intently at his slightly open two-button neckline, and glimpsed the black butterfly.