Chapter 2002: He is already hiding in her heart

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Chapter 2002: He Has Hidden In Her Heart
Life suddenly returns to a single way. It is surrounded by natural oxygen bars. In the morning, the flowers and birds, and the vitality of nature, will give people a peaceful mood.
Ji Tingyan has never experienced such a primitive life. She did not bring a pen and picture book for this trip. However, a simple pencil and a notebook have also become all her hobbies.
Cheng Yue followed her side by inch. Seeing her moving her fingers, a beautiful picture jumped on the book. She was amazed, but at first Ji Tingyan was also crazy, but slow. Slow, it becomes a look that she cannot understand and cannot learn. When the overall scenery appears, it is already a beautiful picture.
"Xiao Nai, your hands must have been kissed by God, otherwise, with a few simple strokes, you can make people feel different from each other, even me, a vulgar person, feel incredible." Cheng Yueyue looked Yuejue felt ashamed that he had no artistic cells at all.
Ji Tingyan pouted and laughed, and then compared it to a camera with her hand, and compared it to Cheng Yue: "Otherwise, I will draw you in and give it to you as a gift."
"Really? Xiaonai, thank you, please trouble me to make my painting more beautiful." Cheng Yue was a little excited, and quickly adjusted her collar to make herself more energetic.
Ji Tingyan said with a smile: "You are very beautiful, you are unique and handsome."
Cheng Yue's mouth was even stronger, she smiled happily.
Ji Tingyan raised her eyes from time to time and looked at Cheng Yue. The nib fluently outlined her features. Soon, a godlike expression appeared on the book, only Cheng Yue's upper body was drawn, blending with the scenery. There is no color filling, just a single black, but Cheng Yue's smile has been painted very vividly.
After Ji Tingyan finished painting, she tore off that page and handed it to Cheng Yue: "Here you are, I haven't been confident in figure painting. You look like you."
Cheng Yue quickly took it with both hands, looked at it carefully, and then scratched his head: "You painted me so beautifully, do I look so beautiful when I laugh?"
"It looks better than the one in the painting. It's no wonder Wang Orange is thinking about you." Ji Tingyan teased her with a smile. Cheng Yue flushed with shame, and suddenly found that Ting Ting, who came back from the training session next to him, came in wearing only a t-shirt. Jun Mei's face had hot sweat, her body was strong and charming.
"Xiao Nai, otherwise, it is very meaningful to draw your sweetheart. If you give him a picture, he will save it forever." Cheng Yue also joked about her immediately.
Ji Tingyan's eyes were stained with affection, and she looked at the binding Ting coming towards this side, and then whispered, "I dare not paint him."
"Why?" Cheng Yue froze, afraid to draw Ting Ting, but she painted her so vividly with a few strokes.
Ji Tingyan had no confidence in her face, and pursed her lips, sighing softly, "I'm not satisfied with how to draw, but I'm not afraid of being lost, I'd rather not draw."
"Oh, I see. Mr. Binding is already hidden in your heart, you don't need to paint him at all." Cheng Yue laughed.
Ji Tingyan quickly reached out and covered her mouth. This shy gesture, anxious to hide her expression, was caught by Ting Ting. He immediately came over with a smile and asked them curiously, "What are you talking about, It was so fun talking. "
"No ... nothing." Ji Tingyan's pretty face glowed red, Cheng Yue quickly said with interest, "Xiao Nai, you talk, I'll see what Wang Cheng is doing."
Cheng Yue took the painting and walked away happily. Bing Ting saw Ji Tingyan holding her hands behind her, and his tall body forced her over with a sense of oppression: "Show me what's hidden in my hand Look."
"It's nothing, I just drew a few pictures." Ji Tingyan's eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to look directly at the man's eyes. In fact, when Cheng Yue came to find her, she already painted one in the room. Zhang Bingting's paintings, but some of them are not satisfactory, she dare not show them.
"Oh? Let me see, I haven't seen your paintings yet." As soon as Ting Ting heard, her interest grew stronger, and with her long arms outstretched, she would it from behind her.
Where would Ji Tingyan be his opponent, he obediently asked him to take the book. The man opened a page to look at, his eyes were deep, and his smile was fascinated: "It's good to draw, very talented. If we had a daughter, she would certainly inherit your talent for painting. "
Ji Tingyan blushed and muttered quietly, "Who wants to have a baby with you?
"You don't give birth to me, who do you plan to give birth to?" Bing Tingjun stared at her, then looked at her resentfully: "Xiao Nai, you won't change your heart."
"I don't have one." Ji Tingyan drummed her cheeks: "Well, have a daughter and let her inherit my talent, just like I inherited my mother's talent. She is a fashion designer and born Love to paint. "
Seeing her agree, Ting Ting immediately became happy: "No wonder you have such a hobby."
Ji Tingyan saw him turning page after page, and looked very seriously. When his hand turned down, Ji Tingyan was in a terrified breath and quickly wanted to reach out to grab it, but the man subconsciously With one hand up, and with his height, Ji Tingyan couldn't catch her even if she jumped up, she glared at the man with a little gas.
"Return the book to me."
At this time, Bing Ting opened the next page. When he saw a man painted on it, he couldn't help squinting his eyes: "Isn't this me?"
Ji Tingyan is not shameful. She lowers her head, hands behind her back, and kicks the stones with her toes. She pretended to say easily, "Yeah, it's you, but I don't seem to paint well, unlike you."
"It's really not like me. You paint me too robustly." Bing Ting couldn't help but laugh out loud, her voice was bright, but she was happy from the bottom of her heart.
"Nonsense, I don't, you're not so good." Ji Tingyan retorted discouragedly.
Ting Ting was condensing her, her voice gradually sinking: "I'm in good shape, haven't you already been familiar with it?"
"What's so good, maybe it doesn't work well." Ji Tingyan deliberately angry with him.
"What did you say?" Bing Ting didn't expect that she would question her masculinity, and narrowed her eyes immediately. "Xiao Nai, it seems that I need to correct your dangerous thoughts."
"What's the idea?" Ji Tingyan asked blinking.
Binding Ting immediately dragged her into her arms, her thin lips pressed against her ears, and exhaled with low heat: "Otherwise, let's try it at night and see if I can use it?"
Then Ji Tingyan realized that she seemed to touch the bottom line of the man. He was angry. She put her hands against each other's chest, and her eyes were shy. "Bing Ting, I didn't question your meaning. In fact, if you think I don't object if it's appropriate tonight, otherwise, try it. "
Ting Ting: "..."