Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 851 Good nephew, called aunt (15)

After reading the book for more than an hour, Yun Miao took out the original owner's drawing board and stand from the cabinet, took out the ink to adjust the color, and decided to go outside to paint, immerse herself in the paradise of painting, and cultivate her mind.

What Yun Miao didn't know was that behind her, there was a shadow staring at her with interest step by step.

Her every move, even every small expression, every small look, was watched by him and studied carefully.

Yun Miao looked at the flowers and plants around her, looking for a suitable place and angle.

"What are you drawing?"

Chinese painting, she doesn't really want to paint.

The original owner entered a women's college opened by foreigners, and studied foreign languages, but also minored in fine arts.

Therefore, Yun Miao didn't stand out too much, and directly chose oil painting.

She chose a place with a better view, then set up a shelf, set up a drawing board and began to draw.

There is a small lake in front of it. There are willows beside the lake, and there are lawns and flowers around it. It is indeed a beautiful scenery.

As her mood stabilized, the breath on her body gradually became peaceful and serene.

And the man who had been silently following her couldn't help getting closer, as if he could smell the roses on her body.

The breath on her body really made him feel so comfortable.

[It's really fragrant and smells good. 】

【Woman, when you took a bath yesterday, you must have put rose essential oil in it】

[In the future, you should also put it in the bath, so that the whole body will be fragrant, even the hair will be fragrant. 】

If the person behind him is not transparent, from a distance, it would be a tall and straight man hugging his beloved woman gently from behind, admiring her painting.

And the beautiful and elegant woman is concentrating on immersing herself in her paintings.

This scene is really warm and romantic.

If no annoying people bother you.

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Seeing the beautiful figure by the lake who was concentrating on painting from a distance, Jiang Anlin smiled inwardly, did he figure it out?

With a soft smile, he slowly approached and hugged her shoulder from one side.

"Little Miao."

"It's been a long time since I saw you come out to draw, why are you in the mood to come out and draw today?"

Yun Miao took a step to the side, turned her shoulders, left his hand and his embrace, her face was extremely calm.

"It's just that I'm in a bad mood, so I came out to calm down."

So, you, the culprit, hurry up and roll as far as you can!

My aunt is afraid of kicking you into the lake in front of me, so she will send you away directly.

On the one hand, Jiang Mobei, who was forced to leave, was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth.

[Damn Jiang Anlin, since I was a child, I like to snatch my things from my master, so I can't see my goodness, and now I even want to snatch people from my master?Grandpa is used to you. 】

Fortunately, she moved away and didn't let him hug her, otherwise...

Jiang Mobei was stunned.

Suddenly, I felt that my reaction just now was a bit strange.

Jiang Anlin didn't notice it, his mind was completely on Yun Miao who was painting calmly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but it soon relaxed again.

"Xiao Miao, are you still angry with Brother An Lin?"

"Brother talked too much yesterday, but it was also because he was too angry."

"You didn't come back without saying a word. You moved to the school. I sent someone to pick you up from the school. You didn't want to come back. You didn't even show your face. That's why my brother got angry."

Jiang Anlin didn't take her repulsion and refusal to heart, he just thought that she was still making a fuss with her, so if she coaxed her well, she would be fine after a while.

After all, she loves herself so much, it is impossible to leave herself.

　Guys, I moved and forgot to update today.sorry sorry.make it up now

　　
　
(End of this chapter)