Luo Shihan's thinking is confused. She can't keep calm and rational thinking when facing Zhan Ye. She says incoherently, "her face, her nose, her mouth are bigger than Zhan Ye's..." Lord Zhan's face is like a masterpiece carved by God, and there is no unnecessary existence.

Han Jue couldn't stand it any longer. He suddenly stood up and hooked his finger to chaoluo Shihan.

Luo Shihan stupidly walked by, suddenly pinched her mouth with his pincers like hand, and his other hand directly picked up the adhesive tape beside her and sealed her mouth completely.

"The ability of expression is so poor, let's use our hands!" He is domineering, ruthless and cruel.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Luo Shihan glared at Zhan hanjue and swore, "Lord Zhan, you bastard, you scum...

Zhan hanjue sat back on the chair, frowned and relaxed, took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer, handed it to Luo Shihan," draw her out. "

Luo Shihan shakes his head desperately. What can be said clearly in three or two sentences? Why should she paint?

How much work is it to draw?

What's more, he taught her how to draw. Won't she show off her painting in front of him?

Han Jue looked at Luo Shihan from a commanding position and ordered, "Luo Shihan, hurry to draw, don't waste time."

"I try my best to understand the words clearly

The warlord gazed at her, "is it worse than your expression ability?"

Luoshi Hanyu suddenly picked up the brush and drew on the white A4 paper.

At first, she could deliberately conceal her own writing style, but slowly, as she got better, she exposed her instinctive habits.

For example, during intermission, out of instinct habit, she would wrap her whole fist around her pen. Even if she scribbled on the paper, her handwriting was skillful.

Zhan hanjue looked at her gesture of holding the pen and the technique of drawing lines. Her eyes slowly overflowed with amazement.

If you don't look at Luo Shihan's face, he has an illusion that Zheng Ling is painting.

Luo Shihan drew a few more strokes, and raised his eyes to the astonishment of Zhan hanjue's eyes, which made Luo Shihan lose his pen and adjust his posture of holding the pen in a hurry. This time it's a very formal gesture.

But the more she covered it up, the more surprised he was. What was she hiding?

He looked at Luo Shihan's face suspiciously, and unexpectedly found that her mouth was wronged, occasionally showed playful and lively, and occasionally lowered her eyebrows to meditate... Its charm is simply a copy of Zheng Ling.

Zhan hanjue's chest inexplicably ups and downs, he tried to suppress the inner spurt of curiosity.

After Luo Shihan finished painting, he blew his breath and laughed at him.

This picture, let him again astonished. Because every time Zheng Ling finished his difficult homework, he would blow a sigh of relief.

Then smile at him!

He suddenly lost control of Luo Shihan's wrist... Luoshihan cried out, "master Zhan, what do you want to do?"

He couldn't understand what she said, so he had to tear off the tape from her mouth. He clearly wanted to be gentle, but because he was too excited, he still hurt her.

Luo Shihan covered his mouth with pain and jumped up, "ah, it hurts me so much!"

Looking at the movement of her hopping with her mouth covered, it was like seeing her panic stricken picture after he caught her eating instant noodles... At that moment, all the operation in his mind was still.

Like, very much like!

Luo Shihan suddenly turned back his hair, and now he looked at his eyes. It was very unusual for her to reach out and wave her hand in front of him, "Lord Zhan, what's the matter with you? Do you recognize the woman I painted? "

Baron Zhan held her wrist and looked at her steadily.

"Master Zhan..." Luo Shihan held up her painting and handed it to the Han Jue.

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