Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 147 Simple Can't Be Simpler

Most of the time, Hong Jiaqi would like to read books quietly in the room alone, but Pei Zhihan's study room is full of books about business management. She really reads it very boring. It is rare to find books that are different from business management. about painting.

She has nothing to do, she can only use it to pass the time.

But at this time, Pei Zhihan was typing in front of the computer from time to time, and sometimes reading the documents on the desk, concentrating on his business.

It seems that there is no idle time all week.

The snow-white light fell on his white face, which was almost transparent and shone with a lustrous luster. Hong Jiaqi was fascinated by it, when she saw Pei Zhihan suddenly looked up, hurriedly took the book and left, but forgot the bookshelf in front, "Bang "He hit his head.

Raising his hand to his forehead, enduring the pain, he ran away in a hurry.

Pei Zhihan looked at the back of her leaving in a hurry, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips unconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend, Hong Jiaqi looked at Pei Zhihan who was sitting on the sofa and had been reading the newspaper, like a sculpture, not moving for a long time, could not help but hold the drawing board and the brush to outline trembling curves on the snow-white drawing board, she did not She has learned how to draw, so her brushwork is very jerky. The lines that should be round are crooked, as if her hands are not in control. So she rubbed and drew again and again, and it turned out to be the outline of Lian Pei Zhihan She didn't even draw it out, but just when she was about to give up, a pleasant smell suddenly wafted from her side. It was the smell of cologne coming from Pei Zhihan's body.

When she was about to look back, a big hand had already held hers, and she took the pen in her hand to draw a simple outline on the snow-white drawing board, "Tell me, what do you want to draw?"

His voice was very calm, without any emotion, but even so, it was enough to make Hong Jiaqi's heart jump. If she said she wanted to draw him, what expression would he have?
"I want to draw myself." Hong Jiaqi looked up at Pei Zhihan with a calm face, his attention was on the drawing board at the moment, "The most difficult thing to draw is portraits, you want to reach the sky without foundation?"

Overwhelmed?Hong Jiaqi also knew, but she was just drawing for fun, who knew that Pei Zhihan would be noticed.

But if you say that you just want to draw for fun, doesn't that seem too disrespectful to a person who is good at drawing?

"Follow the brush with your heart, concentrate." Pei Zhihan took her hand and walked on the drawing board. After a while, Hong Jiaqi saw her face, which can only be seen in the mirror, on the drawing board little by little. Stay down, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, hair...

"You can draw without looking at me?"

As soon as these words came out, Hong Jiaqi realized how abrupt her words were.

"With your face, it couldn't be simpler."

So it's easy to draw?Pei Zhihan, don't take you to hurt others like this.

"Don't move your hands." Pei Zhihan finally modified the eyebrows of the person in the painting, his eyes were so focused that he couldn't tolerate anything else, so that Hong Jiaqi kept looking at her without getting angry, "The most important thing in painting a portrait is the details, and these details Only those who are the most familiar can understand better, and can show it best, not only in face but also in spirit, but usually very few people can easily do it."

Listening to his words, Hong Jiaqi slowly turned her attention to the drawing board. Sure enough, after Pei Zhihan's detailed retouching, she was indeed closer to the self she saw in the mirror. Her small melon-shaped face was clean and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)