The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 360 The Vivid Charm

Seeing Zeng Li's satisfied appearance, Mo Zhiqian felt that the self she wrote must be graceful, handsome and unrestrained, and even if she didn't turn all living beings upside down, she should be all over the country.

Just as he propped himself up and was about to get out of bed to look at it, Zeng Li had already got up from the floor, walked to the bed, turned around and showed Mo Zhiqian his proud masterpiece.

"Look, isn't this charm so lifelike?"

Mo Zhiqian reached out his hand to take it full of anticipation, and saw "myself" in the painting, a handsome face, darkened.

Send the portrait to Zeng Li again, and ask in a cold voice.

"Are you sure this is my portrait?"

"Hmm!" He raised his eyebrows proudly. For the first time in his life, Zeng Li was so satisfied with the work he drew.

Raising his hand, his slender index finger pointed to the eyes of the characters in the painting.

"Don't look at the surface, look at Shen Yun!

Look, here, here, and here! Zeng Li pointed at the eyes, corners of the lips, and the small handkerchief of the person in the painting, "Isn't it very expressive?" "

Mo Zhiqian...

If he is really the J girl in this portrait, he must feel vivid!
The charming eyes, the charming charm on the corners of the lips, the most vivid thing is the small handkerchief waving in the hand of the woman on the couch, waving it non-stop at the men passing by, even without subtitles, he can imagine When he came out, the girl was looking for customers, "Come on, sir, let the servants help you relieve your boredom..."

Damn woman, how does he look like a J girl?

How dare you paint him like this!

The most irritating thing is that the girl's eyebrows and eyes really have his charm, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, if it weren't for the colorful skirt and the disgusting little handkerchief, he would really think it was his portrait Woolen cloth.

Fortunately, he was blaming himself just now, blaming himself for killing a future master of oil painting.

Now that I think about it, it's a good thing he was strangled. Otherwise, if he was released, he might have harmed many innocent people.

It's better to meet a good-tempered client like myself. If you meet a bad-tempered person and paint a handsome and handsome boy as a jerk, you still have to go to court and sue her for slander and defamation!
With a sneer, Mo Zhiqian's Hei Yao's eyes were full of danger, and he asked again with a smile that was not a smile.

"Are you sure this is really me?"

Zeng Li's gaze was still on his masterpiece, he didn't see the danger coming at all, his smiling brows couldn't hide his complacency, and he explained carefully.

"Of course, you just looked like this, with peachy brows and springy eyes, but I added this handkerchief according to your condition. I think the work with this addition is more vivid and expressive..."

"You think I look like a girl?" Mo Zhiqian's voice became more and more dangerous, Zeng Li turned his head and looked at the man next to him, "You had such an expression just now."

Mo Zhiqian narrowed his obsidian eyes dangerously, and suddenly smiled. His knuckle fingers pinched into orchid fingers, grabbed Zeng Li's bright wrist, smiled charmingly, and squeezed his throat and said.

"Master, are you tired? Let the little girl help you relieve your boredom..."

Zeng Li shuddered, feeling the chill all over his body, seeing Mo Zhiqian's "cheap" appearance, pulled his wrist back and hugged his shoulder, curled his lips in disgust, "You are so disgusting."

Mo Zhiqian suddenly stopped his flattering smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! You know it's disgusting too! Since you imagine me as a jerk, now let me, a jerk, help you relieve your boredom!"

Before Zeng Li could react, he was thrown onto the bed by Mo Zhiqian, a hungry tiger. A pair of big hands grabbed her nightgown directly.

(End of this chapter)