The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 2051 Chapter 2133 Tuantuan who travels through time and space 3
She is afraid that there is only one-third of the image.

That kind of painting is not like a sketch or oil painting, it can present the five senses three-dimensionally.

But Lonely sketched it at will, and in just half an hour, a very similar beauty appeared on the silk book, and she even felt that she was a little more beautiful than herself, with bright eyes, lively and energetic, very cute and cute.

Nan Sheng couldn't hide his admiration, picked up the silk book, and couldn't put it down and said: "How can the painting be so beautiful? It's only a little bit inferior to my oil painting, Mr. Lonely, did you learn it in elementary school? Teach me .”

"Don't be narcissistic, what do you mean it's only a little bit inferior to your oil painting? The painting is so profound that oil painting can compare?"

Lone Shan picked up the brush casually, and tapped it between her eyebrows with cinnabar.

She exclaimed: "Why?"

"Don't move!" Lone Shan ordered.

"You, you, what are you scribbling on my face?"

With a few brush strokes, Lone Shan painted a plum blossom makeup on her eyebrows. After looking at it, she was very satisfied, and added a few strokes on the silk, and added a plum blossom makeup to the picture of the beautiful woman. This picture Painting is the real work done.

He picked up another brush, and casually added a poem in the blank space of the painting. Although Nan Shengqing couldn't see what was written, the wild grass had the power to swallow mountains and rivers, and it was so powerful that it shocked people everywhere. Had to look at it differently again.

Lonely stamped his seal and watched Danqing carefully.

For some reason, being inexplicably teased by the paintings I drew made me feel a little itchy, feeling refreshed for a while, and also a little distracted, thinking that this little girl would be a beauty if she put on an ancient costume.

Nan Shengqing was still chattering about asking him to be his teacher.

Lonely Shan despised her noisy, pushed her approaching face away, and said rewardingly: "Take it, I'll give it to you, as a Qixi Festival gift."

"Just teach me, at worst I'll teach you how to paint oil paintings. We learn from each other and learn from each other's strengths."

Lonely Shan gave her a glance: "So, you mean, I can't paint? Baroque, Academicism, Roque, Romanticism, Realism, Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Symbolism, Fauvism, Cubism, futurism, which kind of brother does not know? Do you need to teach me?"

Nan Shengqing: "..."

There are really people in this world who don't show their faces, are versatile, can play the guqin, and can also play Danqing. They can come up with oil paintings of various genres, fly to the sky and hide from the ground, and change flowers through walls. They are better than the male vixen who goes down the mountain to seduce girls. sharp.

She has always been interested in painting, anyway, she won't give up if she doesn't pay homage to a master tonight, that's right, it's up to him!

Lonely put his fist to his lips, laughed twice, bowed his hands in surrender, stood behind her, held her hand, and corrected her posture of holding the pen: "That's not how you hold the brush, you idiot, you have to do it like this, take it Steady."

The low voice carried a provocative temptation. Nan Shengqing's heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and she couldn't concentrate at all. All the sensory cells in her body were concentrated on her back. Although the man's broad chest was not attached to her back without gaps back, but she had the illusion of being hugged by him from behind, and her heart was inexplicably sweet.

Nan Sheng tilted her head affectionately, his face was close at hand, next to her face, from her perspective, the thick and slender eyelashes were longer than a woman's after applying mascara, she suddenly felt her breath suffocated, My heart itch.

(End of this chapter)