The male god of fast-wearing god-level female supporting role kneels down

Chapter 902 The Same Wife Fights the Fast Gunner 58
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This guy really knows how to pose.

Sheng Xia began to sketch a few strokes on the drawing paper, originally just to tease him, where he was really drawing.

Now after drawing a few strokes, Sheng Xia took another look, and then slowly drew casually on the paper.

Yan Xu was in such a single posture, and he was still lying down like this after a long time, after all, he drank a little too much before.

Mentally, I have not been satisfied yet.

Now it's like this, and I can hear the rustling sound of Shengxia's drawing on the paper.

Unknowingly, they all fell asleep.

Sheng Xia didn't stop writing. After finishing all these drawings, he put the pencil on the table and went out directly.

When he walked to the door, he looked back at Yan Xu who was lying on the sofa.

Sheng Xia went to his room again, picked up the thin quilt on the bed, and covered Yan Xu's body.

Looking at Yan Xu's sleeping face, it seems that he is still sleeping very soundly, the corners of his mouth are still slightly raised, and he doesn't know if he is sleeping or thinking about something.

Yan Xu usually wears a pair of glasses when he is outside, and a pair of glasses seems to be two worlds.

Looking at him now, his eyelashes are really very long.

Just like a girl, Sheng Xia realized that she was not as slender as him.

Sheng Xia stretched out her hand, just touched it, but before touching it, she moved away again.

What's the matter, why go touch his eyes by yourself. . .

Sheng Xia went out and returned to her room.

Lying on the bed, thinking about the painting I drew for Yan Xu just now, I couldn't help but smile slightly.

Yan Xu slept until the early morning before waking up.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Especially when he looked at the easel in front of him, he immediately understood.

He lowered his head, looking at the thin quilt on his body, his expression was also very warm.

Yan Xu walked to the easel and looked at the painting.

The whole person is petrified.

She drew a sofa very carefully, and to be honest, it was very well drawn, so lifelike that it looked like the real thing at first glance.

But, what about myself on the sofa?

Yan Xu put on his eyes, and only then did he see himself on this painting.

It's a stick figure lying on the sofa.

This guy! !
Yan Xu couldn't help laughing.

This girl is really very interesting.

Yan Xu looked at this painting and thought in his heart, where will he hang this painting in the future.

The next day, Sheng Xia went to the company as usual, and now she is almost the one to decide all the big and small matters in the company.

In the evening, when he was off work, Yang Yonghao came directly and said to take her to the bar.

"No, I have to go back and change a dress."

Midsummer refused.

"Besides, people like you are sitting in a car, I'm afraid I'll throw up."

After Sheng Xia finished speaking, she walked straight ahead.

Yang Yonghao gritted his teeth again.

Jason held Yang Yonghao's hand, and there was a burst of deep meaning in his pupils.

This woman is really tired of living.

If you don't kill her, you feel sorry for her.

"Don't worry, it's only a few hours, you can do whatever you want with her at night?"

Jason said coldly, his eyes were very fierce.

"okay!"

(End of this chapter)