: 1622, twenty portraits, who painted it?

The bright fog is a red face, and he said: "I just made a mistake. It doesn't matter if you don't love you."
Xue Yihan was provoked her next episode and said with a smile: "I still don't admit that I love me? I want to paint me, I stand in front of you and let you paint well?"
The fog was a bit stunned, and suddenly the ghost nodded, "Oh! You are standing, don't move."
After Mingwuyan said a word, he took out a blank drawing axis and a robber.
In this world, there is no camera, no video, she thinks, it is good to draw a portrait of snowy cold!
Thinking of this, she is more confident than before.
However, waiting for her to set up, the big beautiful man next to him is solving his own clothes, and soon it will be naked.
The fog is dumbfounded. "You...what are you doing!"
Xue Yihan said with a smile, "Chaotic baby, is it better to have a bath figure?"
The fog was stunned and angry, and Xue Yihan didn’t really want her to paint.
She threw down the gods to rob the pen and draw the axis, and sat next to her.
Ok! She does not draw.
If you don't draw it, it won't work!
Xue Yihan did not look at the angry expression of the chaotic baby. He went down the water, dialed the marriage pool water, and then manually, a gentle soft power directly fell on the waist of the chaotic baby, he moved gently, chaotic baby Like a beautiful butterfly, flew over to him...
Ming Mist Yan did not return to God for a while, when she wanted to run, but people have been firmly held by the snow in the marriage pool water.
"Chaotic baby, you want to paint me, I also want to portray every part of your body in my mind, in my heart, above my soul..."
Said, Xue Yihan's fingers gently across her skin, her lips, eyebrows, every curve on her body...
Mist Yan Yan stretched the hand of Xue Yihan and prevented him from moving.
"You want to take a shower and wash it well. I don't paint."
"But I want to paint... Chaos baby, you have to cooperate with me..." said, Xue Yihan's lips gently painted her lip line, and gradually moved down...
The fog and fog are really unable to withstand the temptation of the snow and cold, and she will push him away.
However, her hand was moved, but it was bound by Xue Yihan.
"Chaotic baby, hey! Good cooperation! I have to remember every position on your body so that you can draw beautiful paintings..."
Xue Yihan’s kiss has branded his unique mark on every part of her body. The heartbeat of Mingwuyan is very fast, and some people are not like themselves.
She feels that today's snow is a bit different, so she has been resisting, but no matter how she moves, how to escape, Xue Yihan always has a way to make her fit.
"Chaos baby, you must remember me firmly, know?" Snowy cold kiss became more gentle.
"Yeah!" Mingwuyan helpless voice.
He is her husband, her man, how can she not remember.
Xue Yihan not only spoils her, but also loves her. She is not an unintentional person, and she can naturally feel it.
In the marriage pool, the kisses of the two people are getting hotter and hotter. In the end, it is natural that the snow is cold and the small woman in her arms is holding a picture of his favorite in various poses...
After a long time, Mingwuyan was tired and tired, but Xue Yihan did not sleep.
He looked at the chaotic baby who was sleeping well, kissed her cheek and kissed her sweet cheek, then kissed her sweet little mouth, and then got up again, sat at the table and painted the painting that Chaos baby wanted to draw. ......
Only this time, this painting is a bit different...
The next day, when Mingwuyan woke up, Xue Yihan was gone, but there was breakfast for her on the table.
Mingwuyan is also used to such a thoughtful snow, she washes well, and then sits at the table to have breakfast.
When she was half eaten, she saw a table painting at the desk.
She stumbled and walked over.
When her eyes fell on the picture, the whole person was not good.
This is a picture of a man and a woman who are kissing together and doing a shameful picture...
The painting is very realistic, the female host above is her, and the male owner is Xue Yihan.
Looking at the place and expression, it was clearly what she and Xue Yihan had when she was last night...
Looking at the line of small words in the pen, the blush of the bright fog is so bloody...
"To the chaotic baby I love, I will wait for me to come back at night, we will draw another pair..."
She folded the painting and prepared a fire to burn it.
However, what made her depressed was that Xue Yihan actually imposed a ban on the painting, she could not crack it?
Why is there a ban that she can't crack?
She tried it again. This time, the painting could not help but ruin. The image on the painting actually moved, and even the real voice of the two people together.
Seeing this, the fog is completely speechless.
She rolled the picture directly and threw it into the corner.
Snow Yi Han is really...
Fortunately, no one in their marriage space can come in, that is, their son can't enter.
No matter what the painting is.
Thinking of this, she casually ate a few mouthfuls of rice, but the food did not know the taste, she simply patted her face and left the marriage space directly.
On the other side of Yunfu Mountain, the selection of the three worlds men's list has been in full swing.
The entire main selection site has been three floors, and the outer three floors are surrounded by many people.
When the Mingwuyan walked over, the main judges’ district just left her position.
The main gods of the Three Realms of the Temple of God saw that God was late in the North, and did not say anything to it. It was the beauty of the three beautiful women on the list who had come together to talk to her.
"Northern God, you think, who are you most optimistic about? They said, let us choose a few alternative lists!"
"Yeah! I think that the people on this list are all handsome and beautiful. I really don't know which one to choose."
Mingwu Yan chuckled, this one day, these beautiful people seem to be kind to her, it is really an accident!
At this time, the Lord Sansheng Temple came over. He stood behind a row of disciples. Each disciple held a tray on his hand and placed a scroll on the tray.
The three gods, the main god, coughed and said: "This is now the time for the selection of the three worlds. I have twenty portraits here. I will hang them all in one place. You can vote for them. The voting is over. Let's do it again. A unified selection. This vote is divided into three rounds, so each person has three votes in total."
When the words fell, the people of Sansheng Hall sent three cents to each person present as a witness to the vote.
Mingwu Yan looked at the three beautiful fairy leaves, thoughtfully said: "Twenty portraits, who painted it?"