Not long after, Ji Zhuoran peeled the apple, cut it into several pieces, and walked over with the plate.

But just for a while, Qu Yan almost finished copying the entire painting.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the drawing, and then he scanned it out. In fact, she described it quite well, but the movements were too fast and too random, which made it impossible to see some details.

But she didn't seem to be aware of it. Instead, she made a simple and neat stroke. After finishing the last stroke, she let out a sigh of relief, "Hoo-how did she paint?"

He looked at it carefully for a moment, then gave an answer, "Okay, very good."

"Count you acquainted," she smiled, and compared the two paintings. Naturally, she could tell at a glance that the two paintings are almost the gap between the buyer's show and the seller's show, but she continued to ask." Where can you talk about it?"

"Your pen is not as restrained as before, you are very free and indulgent, with a sense of carelessness, natural brushstrokes, how the picture is not important, what is important is your state of mind, peace and harmony, and self-consistent." He is serious. Complimented.

Qu Yan actually amused him, "You are quite a boast. I am embarrassed to say that."

She drew a picture casually in just a few minutes, and she was so complacent that she could be praised? What's more calmness...

This is really...

Man's mouth, deceitful ghost.

"I will only praise you," he said, lifting the apple in his hand, "Would you like to eat it?"

Qu Yan picked up a small piece at random, tried the taste, and looked at his tall figure, and shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, I'll give you a takeaway. After ordering, I went upstairs to take a bath and sleep."

Aunt Wang is not there, and there is no food in the refrigerator. Naturally, she can hardly cook without rice, so she can only order takeaway.

The atmosphere is too ambiguous and warm, she can't hold it anymore.

After all, this man's gentle tactics were also used so well that she could not underestimate it.

If he really relented, if he went bankrupt, would she really support him for the rest of his life?

Isn't she a big loss, then!

Ji Zhuoran, this man really needs to be vigilant...

And he just looked at her suddenly flustered little face, hooked the corner of her mouth, and even said politely, "Thank you."

Qu Yan ordered light three dishes and one soup for him in the surrounding restaurants, and then went upstairs to wash and rest.

Ji Zhuoran stayed in the living room, surely admiring the painting she left behind.

The teacher told him that the picture is like his own.

In fact, although his previous compliments were somewhat exaggerated, the painting of Qu Yan is really much better than the ones she painted before.

She was finally able to draw random lines, instead of being cautious as before, for fear of drawing a wrong step.

However, it is too casual, but also incomplete...

Incompleteness, the things in her paintings will appear a bit too scribbled, she seems to be deliberately ignoring some...important things.

Late at night, they slept in the same bed again.

Qu Yan felt a little strange, "Why didn't Xiao Lin come today?"

"I can walk, so I told him that I won't use it for the time being," as he said, he began to unbutton the buttons on his pajamas.

Qu Yan was a little nervous for a while, "What are you going to do? Your waist injury isn't healed yet!"

He stopped taking off his clothes, got up and took out a bottle of wound medicine from the bedside table, and shook it before her eyes, "I want to change the medicine, what do you think I am going to do?"

A touch of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she forcibly said, "I thought you were going to change your dressing, so I was just reminding you."

"Oh, isn't it?" he asked, a touch of ambiguity in his voice.