The second time I saw him, he was still painting, and the painting was still Cheng Ningyou, with her hair reaching her shoulders, sitting on the balcony bathing in the sun, holding her belly about to give birth with her hands and smiling.
It made him feel for the first time that pregnant women could be so beautiful.
The third son saw that even now, he was still painting, and this time the person in the painting turned out to be him. This was the last time he went to Country M, and he was painting in the studio.
Damn, it turns out he is really a beauty.
Cheng Ningyou leaned closer to Qiao An and whispered, "Beauty Qiao, I'm even jealous."
How can a man be so dedicated and considerate?
How many women would make one Qiao An jealous to death?
"Why are you jealous? He painted you twice, once with you crying and once with you laughing, two different kinds of beauty. If those two paintings were auctioned, they would be absolutely worth a fortune."
He had asked him several times to take out the two paintings for him to appreciate, but he always refused with his eyes.
Thinking about it now, I feel sour.
"Me?" Cheng Ningyou stared in surprise. She knew that Wu Yifan had painted a portrait of her, but she felt that she had never seen one of the portraits Qiao An mentioned was crying and the other was smiling.
Because Qiao An's tone was sour, I guess those two paintings were really good, and no less good than the one Wu Yifan was painting.
Qiao An crossed his hands on his chest, pursed his lips, and said, "But I guess he doesn't dare to take it out. If he takes it out, your man will definitely kill him."
Cheng Ningyou was curious, "Why?"
Qiao An turned around and stared, hypothetically asking, "What would you do if someone misses your man?"
Cheng Ningyou replied without hesitation, "Destroy."
Her first reaction was indeed this word. Someone was thinking about Pei Mochen in the past, and she would definitely be killed.
As of now, she hasn't tried it.
Wu Yifan suddenly put down his pen, turned to look at the two engrossed people who were chatting, and frowned slightly, "Don't you two know that you need to be quiet when painting?"
There was a hint of displeasure in his tone, but a sense of humor spread from the bottom of his eyes to the tip of his eyebrows. His eyes glanced at Cheng Ningyou, and then shifted to Qiao An.
He curled his lips, with a hint of playfulness in his smile.
"Are you willing to come back?"
The doting tone warms the heart.
Qiao An glared at him, "Madman."
He was just passing by, definitely just passing by.
Cheng Ningyou walked up behind Wu Yifan, bent down and carefully admired Qiao An in the painting, "Yifan, you painted Beauty Qiao so beautifully."
There is no profound meaning in this statement.
Wu Yifan looked back at Cheng Ningyou with a thick smile, "I think she's still not as good-looking as you."
"..."
Cheng Ningyou frowned, the tips of his brows trembled slightly, was he trying to commit suicide?
Meiren Qiao just said that he had painted two paintings of her, and her tone was already sour. She deliberately praised her, but it would be better for him to say that she is prettier than Meiren Qiao in front of Meiren Qiao.
She glanced sideways at Beauty Qiao, who was standing there motionless. There was no emotion on his face. He was holding an LV bag in his jade-white hands, and she couldn't tell he wanted to leave.
What did he mean? Cheng Ningyou was quite puzzled.
Just as he was thinking about it, Qiao An suddenly spoke, "Don't draw me casually if it's okay. It's an infringement of my portrait rights and it's against the law."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Huh, isn't it normal for a grown man to be less beautiful than a woman? Is there any comparison? He is so handsome, you Wu Yifan know nothing.
