Vic did not dare to step forward and interrupt: "Miss Jing, Master Leng, you just wait here."
Jing Jiaren was speechless. Do you want to repeat the same routine again? To show off?
I don't know how long it will take for him to finish painting...
Leng Lintian was not afraid of Mr. Ximen, so he found a sofa and sat down: "Beauty, come and sit."
Jing Jiaren was speechless when she saw him crossing his legs as if he were at home.
"Miss Jing, I asked you to come over here."
I was already prepared to wait all morning, but I didn't expect that Master Ximen would put down his painting at this moment.
Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and saw Ximen Fenglie standing in front of the easel looking at her.
With those cold red eyes and strong facial features, is this what Ximen Longting will look like 20 years from now?
Will he remain so young and handsome when he reaches that age?
"Ahem, Miss Jing!"
Jing Jiaren stepped forward, and the closer she got, the more she couldn't take her eyes away from Mr. Ximen's face.
If it weren't for those bottomless red eyes and the majesty carved by a knife on his face...if it weren't for the vicissitudes of life revealed in the corners of his eyes...
Remind her again and again that this man is Ximen Longting’s father! He is almost a round older!
Otherwise, no matter who looks at him, he is just a brother who is a few years older!
"Master Ximen, are you looking for me?" Jing Jiaren wisely stopped at a safe distance.
Who knows, Ximen Fenglie said calmly: "Come here again."
Jing Jiaren felt anxious and took a few steps closer.
He shouted solemnly: "Come to me!"
What on earth is he thinking? No one can understand the old monster's thoughts...
Jing Jiaren had no choice but to walk up to him, openly and without fear.
Ximen Fenglie narrowed his eyes coldly: "You are not afraid of me."
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Master Ximen is not afraid of me and lets me get so close. Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?"
"Hahaha!" Ximen Fenglie sneered, "Am I still afraid of a woman?"
If she had known that she was going to meet Ximen Fenglie, Jing Jiaren never knew what she would do.
"Don't underestimate women."
"Yes, that's the look..." His eyes flickered, as if he was recalling something very far away in an instant.
Then he held the pen again, dipped it in paint, and added brushstrokes to the canvas.
Jing Jiaren took a look and saw that it was a portrait of Miss JANE.
Mr. Ximen's empty eyes were filled with sparkle, stubbornness and pride that showed no fear in the face of danger.
Jing Jiaren felt very similar to her, which made her feel uncomfortable...
"Sit on that chair." Master Ximen ordered.
Jing Jiaren saw the gold-rimmed high-backed chair not far away, which was exactly where Miss JANE was sitting in the painting.
He looked at the chair out of thin air, as if JANE was sitting there and drew this painting...
Now let her sit there, she will feel as uncomfortable as she wants: "Master Ximen, please understand, I am Jing Jiaren."
"..."
"If you want to see the shadow of others in me, I advise you to wake up as soon as possible and return to reality."
Master Ximen's wrist stopped.
The servants holding the palette on the side were obviously frightened, and their expressions were tense.
Vic also wanted some love - this woman was too reckless.
Jing Jiaren, on the other hand, still stood calmly, with that stubborn stubbornness still on her face.
Master Ximen glanced at her: "I haven't seen this expression for a long time."
"..."
"If it weren't for you, I'd probably forget about it." He put down his pen again, "Vic, bring the things here."