Chapter 89: Woman in the eyes of money

This must be the most beautiful male face that Cheng Haoyue has ever painted.
Cheng Haoyue touched his eyes, deep and bright, burning and pressing, making people look more, they must be sucked in, Cheng Haoyue did not dare to look at his eyes, she pretended to check the tools of the desktop.
The powerful atmosphere that the man exudes is also difficult to ignore. At this moment, although quiet, it is like the emperor of the night, exuding a silent but sultry atmosphere.
"You don't move, I want to start painting." Cheng Haoyue said the man opposite the road.
A thin lip of the palace night is slightly raised, and the eyes are all fascinating, showing his male color.
Cheng Haoyue stared at his persevering cold facial lines, his thin fingers holding the pen, as if he had a spirituality, and the facial contour of the palace night was revealed from her to the underside of her pen.
Cheng Haoyue’s pen is still not as simple as it used to be. The main reason is that this man’s eyes are too distracting. His eyes are like two ancient lakes. They are unfathomable, but they are hidden in the nest. It’s like a soul. The feeling of being sucked away.
Cheng Haoyue feels a little feverish. I don't know if it is because the man is too stressed, or today's thoughts are not concentrated enough, which makes her heart a little upset. Her long hair is originally lazy and behind her head. Child, she wants to find rubber bands, and can't find it.
I had to pick up a pencil and put a long black hair and a long waist like an ancient woman. The simple disk was behind my head, and a few silky hairs fell on my ears.
The opposite man looked at this scene, and at the throat, he rolled a few times. Who is tempting who?
After the hair was put up, Cheng Haoyue continued to stare at the opposite man. His hand was very careful to drop the pen. I was afraid that I would have painted this man. It must be this face. It’s too beautiful. If you paint it, can you get the money tomorrow? ?
Hey! She fell into the money tonight.
For the money, Cheng Haoyue decided to draw well.
She abandoned all the distracting thoughts and painted the opposite man as a person who usually painted on the street. In fact, the man's face is smooth and neat, and it should not be difficult to draw. However, the most perfect thing is drawn. But it is the hardest.
The palace night 霄 霄 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 浓 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫 宫
Any woman can't resist the charm of his ten seconds, but the woman in front of her can make a painting without any movement. This makes the palace night a little speechless. Isn't his handsomeness in her eyes really worth seeing?
"Drink a glass of water!" Cheng Haoyue suddenly decided to stop because she was thirsty.
The night of the palace, the sound of the whirlpool, the dangerous and deep black scorpion, crossed a touch of unseen smile, thirsty? Is it because of his relationship?
Cheng Haoyue was very considerate and poured a cup for him. He came over and handed it to him. "You are also tired, get up and take a break!"
It’s not too late, at 10:30, the palace night stand up, not to see how her paintings are, but rather lazy and glamorous leaning on the floor-to-ceiling windows, a pair of gaze gazing at her, from her disk The hair that fell on her slender white neck slowly fell to her faintly delicate clavicle, as well as the perfectly shaped chest in her shirt.
The green light in his eyes was like a beast from the depths of the forest, and he had a great interest in the prey he saw.
Cheng Haoyue was drinking water, seeing his eyes were not honest, and smashed the past.
After the palace night, she finished drinking the water and handed the cup to her. She continued to maintain the sitting position just now, and her eyes looked darkly at the woman sitting opposite.
Cheng Haoyue looked up, and the two men’s eyes were intertwined under the dim crystal light.
The charm of a man is charming.
The woman's slight confusion.
The atmosphere was quiet, I don't know who's breathing became a little breathing, Cheng Haoyue bowed his head, and there seemed to be a sweat on the white nose. She swallowed and began to paint.
Although the man's eyes are charming, they definitely exude the strong style, hot and dangerous.
Time passed by little, in the quiet living room, Gongye’s gaze staring at the woman who painted oppositely, and Cheng Haoyue carefully painted him well. Cheng Haoyue entered a serious working state, but it was also Charming enough.
Her eyes are clear and watery, and she is seductive. When she looks at a person, she does not have the good aggression. Instead, she feels like a spring breeze and is willing to be stared by these eyes for a long time.
At this moment, Gong Ye night has such an idea, he hopes to be stared by these eyes for a lifetime.
There has never been a woman who has such an urgent and determined idea.
This woman did it.
After spending three hours on a character, she finally jumped on the paper. At the moment when Cheng Haoyue took the pen, she gave a soft sigh of relief. She said to the opposite man. "Draw well, you can get up."

"I look." Gong Yeyue stood up from the chair and walked towards her. Cheng Haoyue was sitting on the sofa. The palace nightingale sat directly next to her, and the tall body leaned closer.
The eyes of the palace night owl fall in her portrait, secretly marvel at the woman's paintings, and she has painted his charm and style into a ten-tenth image. Can this be counted as she puts him in the heart? What? Otherwise, I didn’t put him in my heart. How could it be so similar?
When I was watching the painting at Gongye Night, I was unknowingly, his face was very close, and there was only half the distance between the palms. She vaguely heard the masculine breath of his man, some of which penetrated into her breath. So that her whole body nerves could not stop tightening.
He doesn't really have to be so close.
"Draw well, I like it very much." Gong Ye night said.
Cheng Haoyue has a pretty face and a red face. When he said this, the thin lips were very close to her ear, and the low voice line was heard.
Cheng Haoyue’s ears and face can’t stop heating.
"You like it, it's too late, see you tomorrow." Cheng Haoyue pretended to pack the brush. Then she thought of a pencil in her hair. She immediately reached out and smoked. In a moment, she slipped down with a black silk.
A few silks slipped over the man's face, the man's splash of dark black light, the moment of darkness was dangerous, this woman seems to always have a way to provoke him to burst.
Cheng Haoyue packed up and took the picture and handed it to him. "No, yours, take it."
Gong Ye night is holding the picture in his hand, and he is carefully relishing it.
A cold female voice came, "I hope you can prepare your money tomorrow morning."
The palace night owl is immediately like a pot of cold water pouring, is this woman painting him so well, just for this money?