Chapter 257: Only I can paint red

"Qin Wei, have we seen it before?"
Lin Mengyu opened the drawing board and looked at the mysterious youth who wore a long gown and didn't like to talk. She always felt a feeling of deja vu.
"I said that I know, and in my life we ​​are lovers, would you believe?"
Qin Lan turned around and smiled and asked.
"puff!"
"I believe you are strange, are you a white lady and Xu Xian?"
Lin Mengxi's pretty face is red, and Junjun can't help but say.
"Is the scorpion flower in the backyard open? Is the hair should be one year old now?"
Qin Yu Xu Xudao.
Lin Mengyan heard the words, and the show was full of surprises.
Her yard is full of gardenia flowers, which is her favorite flower, and she is a golden retriever she raised.
But how did he know?
"Who are you? The family sent?"
Lin Mengxi’s heart suddenly got nervous and asked with vigilance.
"I am just your friend, a friend who will never hurt you."
Qin Yu calmed.
Lin Mengyu and Qin Yu are opposite each other. She read a strange feeling from her, firm and guardian, and there are many meanings that she can't penetrate now.
"I believe you."
Intuition tells Lin Mengxi that people with such clear eyes will never be the snobbers of the family.
Lin Meng squinted for a moment and smiled.
At the moment of speaking, the golden sunshine shone from the head of the morning glow over the Qing dynasty.
He is like a hermit who came out of the ancient style. He is awkward and arrogant, and exudes the vicissitudes of years.
It is an artistic concept that can only be realized in a dream, but at the moment it is so real.
"do not move!"
The brush in the hands of Lin Mengyu quickly danced, a black and white sketch, and accurately floated the old and clear figure on paper.
Such as immortal!
After painting, she carefully collected it in the picture folder, and her heart was suddenly moved.
"Oh, I will draw a picture for you?"
"You know, next month I will have a beautiful real-life sketch exhibition. I want to use your shadow as the finale, can you?"
Zhu Zinan came over and asked the gentleman.
Although Lin Mengxi did not have a long time at Yunmei College, she also visited some of Zhu Zinan's paintings.
However, it is obvious that the Yunmei’s senior school student has a false name, and his paintings are generally not mentioned. He also invited a large number of celebrities to endorse.
Compared with the big and small in Beijing, she is extremely hypocritical, which makes her feel sick.
"Zhu Shao, still can't, you see if you are beautiful, or you still want to find her."
Lin Mengyu refused.
"Xiao Xiao, who does not know that Zhu Shao is the heart of tomorrow in the painting world, you have to go to his painting exhibition, I am afraid that the entire art world will be sensational, when you are not good, it will be very big."
Liu Li saw Zhu Zinan eating 瘪, Jiao smiled and advised.
"Yeah, do you know how many people want to go to Zhu Shao's art exhibition? Xiao Yan, this is an opportunity."
"Do not want to live up to the beauty of Zinan."
In the words of Wei Ping's words, Zhu Zinan's love for Lin Mengxi.
"Sorry, Zhu Xuechang, I am not interested in your painting exhibition, let's still sketch."
Lin Mengyu’s dimple on his face was very tired.
One of the four major families in the capital, Miss Lin of the Lin family, really did not put Zhu Zinan in the eye.
I don't know at school, how many beautiful women want to tie him to Zhu Zinan, and even go to bed to please.
I didn’t expect Lin Mengqi’s face to even draw a picture, Zhu Zinan’s face could not be hanged.
"Oh, don't you believe in the paintings of Zhu Zinan?"
Zhu Zinan’s voice was cold and unpleasant.
"Your painting is not important, the key is that you are not worthy of painting for her."
Qin Lan walked up to the front with his arm, usually Zhu Zinan, cold and road.
"Mom, I have been holding you for a long time, who are you fucking, selling it here."
"I don't deserve it, do you have it?"
What kind of character Zhu Zinan was, was stinky by a soil bun wearing a long gown, and where the face went, it was awkward on the spot.
"You are right, only I am assigned to paint in the world!"
"You are such a vulgar person, even mentioning her name is not worthy!"
Qin Hao proudly said.
The unruly figure, instantly perfect, blends with the man in Lin Mengying's paintings.
Lin Mengyu held the shackles and looked at him for a while.
"Hey, wear a long gown and pretend to be a master. Who doesn't know that my family is a young leader in the painting world. Can you compare it?"
Xiao Feiyan resisted the vinegar, and the chest was a little forward, and she laughed.
"Zhu Shao, don't show your hand, look at this dumpling."
Wei Ping said coldly.
Zhu Zinan is quite confident in his paintings. He ponders the Qin dynasty's rustic robes and estimates that he is a student of some local chicken schools nearby. How can he compare with his master Gao Zuo?
Is it not abusive?
Just take this opportunity to beat the face of this kid so that Lin Mengxi can see who is the real talent.
"Okay, kid, don't you look down on me? Let's make a small model, and draw on the paintings to see who is the most realistic?"
Zhu Zinan proudly asked.
He expected that Qin Hao is also a hard skin, and may not be recruited.
"it is good!"
When I expected it, Qin Hao agreed to him without thinking about it.
"Mom, there is a kind."
"Whoever wants to lose ~EbookFREE.me~ jumped into the stream, and recognized three kings, dare to gamble?"
Zhu Zinan with his hands on his hips, angered.
"Ok!"
Qin Hao still calmly nodded.
"Qin Hao, can you paint?"
Lin Mengxi asked quite curiously.
"I won't, but I will paint you more than anyone!"
Qin Hao from the channel.
"That, then you are better than that, I will give you a referee, come on."
Lin Mengyu pinched a small powder punch and looked firm.
Qin Yu’s words are like the most beautiful love words that hit her heart.
If this is said by others, Lin Mengxi will die of nausea and even powder punches.
But the mysterious man who came out of this painting, his expression of expression is so focused, sincere, without the slightest creation.
Lin Mengxi was actually a little annoyed, but it was a little more expectation.
"Mom, this kid is too sloppy, Zhu Shao must beat his face and let him see that our first painter in the future is not blowing."
The first appearance of Qin Xiao’s old man in the world made Wei’s lungs blow up.
In their view, Qin Zhen’s provocation is like a donkey holding a dime, standing in front of a millionaire posing in a stinking body, Laozi is richer than you.
That feeling, can drive people crazy, or frustrate his prestige, this is completely unfinished.
"Kid, you are waiting to change the king."
Zhu Zinan is best at sketching, opening the drawing board and making a gesture. Zhou Xiaojie quickly handed over the sharpened pencil.
Lin Mengxi chose a good view by the stream and sat casually.
"Ten minutes, you have to grasp it."
Lin Mengxi smiled and smiled naturally, revealing two sweet dimples.
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