Chapter 45: 45. I really want to ruin it!

Then, after thinking for a few seconds, he added, "I hope you come from the heart."
"Yeah," Luan Xiaotian dropped her long eyelashes slightly, pinching the corners of her clothes tightly with her fingers.
In my heart, it's time to plan an escape route!
If you continue to do this, you will either be scared to death, or be entangled to death by yourself.

In the studio, Nan Yukong carefully observed the ten paintings she had completed as soon as he came back.
Overall, there is progress, but the use of colors and techniques still need more effort.
"How about? Is there a lot of progress?" Luan Xiaotian poked his head, not knowing what Nan Yukong thought.
"It's okay." Nan Yukong only said two simple words and went out.
Luan Xiaotian didn't understand his thoughts even more.
"It's OK", she will be defined as very good, and she can also be defined as extremely bad.
Smiling on your lips means it's good.
Luan Xiaotian looked down and picked up a pencil that he had thrown away from the ground.
This room is called an atelier, but there is no trace of an atelier on the ground. It looks like a storage room where only paintings are placed.
The wind blew, and the gouache Nan Yukong placed in front of the window ‘creaked’ twice.
In the last second of the encounter with the ground, Luan Xiaotian rushed forward like the wind to hold on to the painting, so that it did not let it fall to the ground.
I took a closer look and noticed that the profile of the girl in the painting seemed to resemble her, and then I looked closely...Xiao Yin! !
That picture on the desktop of Nan Yukong's mobile phone!
Luan Xiaotian waved the pencil in his hand, trying to destroy it.
He sighed and let go weakly.
What, I was angry at a painting.
Isn't it Xiao Yin? What's all the fuss about.
She is Xiao Yin, and Xiao Yin is her.
Thinking about this, suddenly there was a shout in the studio.
"Why are you so disappointed!" Luan Xiaotian scolded himself.
Can't be tempted by Nan Yukong, she has to go home and leave here.
Besides, he is just a paper man, they simply can't.
"Miss Luan? What happened?" Fang steward heard the voice on the first floor and hurried upstairs to check the situation.
Luan Xiaotian was a little embarrassed, "I can't draw it, so just..."
She wouldn't say that it was because of that painting, because of the long face exactly like her.
"It's okay, it's okay," Fang steward was about to leave, and suddenly remembered something, "Ms. Luan, the third master is in the kitchen, calling you over."
Luan Xiaotian responded and went to the kitchen.
"Mr. Nan, is there anything you asked me to do?" Luan Xiaotian remembered that he had finished making the vegetable and fish porridge and did not clean up the battlefield.
The knife in Nan Yukong's hand was slapped on the remaining fish after deboning, and his brows were very beautiful. "What are you doing here?"
What is she doing down?
Didn't he tell her to come down?
Could it be that the housekeeper was lying to her!
"I...I just remembered that the kitchen hadn't been cleaned up after I was used up, so I hurried down to have a look." Luan Xiaotian stepped forward with a guilty conscience, tidying up the left hand and the right.
"What are you going to do? Crucian carp soup or stewed fish fillets," she exclaimed, pretending to be thinking, "sweet and sour fish?"
"Neither," Nan Yukong cut the fish that had been marinated with a knife into small pieces, and put them all into the bowl.
"That's sashimi!" She hesitated while staring at the cut fish, "It's sashimi..."
"While you are thinking about what kind of fish I am going to do, you might as well think about why the studio after painting was not cleaned up, and why the kitchen after use was not cleaned up." He sprinkled a lot of fine salt on the fish and stirred well. .
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