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Chapter 1207 The difference between painting and reality

Jiang Fan pretended to be calm and said, "You are a little girl. If you don't learn something good every day, you only think about how to show your charm. The world is really in decline."

Yao Xueyan was probably wearing high heels. She made a shy gesture, half-covered her face with her fan and said, "Oh? Then why are your eyes wandering? Why don't you look at me?"

Jiang Fan turned his back and said, "I'll see if there are surveillance cameras everywhere. You still have to pay attention to your personal safety."

He coughed twice more to cover up his embarrassment.

Yao Xueyan thought to herself: "On the first day you came here, you looked inside and outside this house. You know very well whether there is surveillance or not."

"It seems that I have indeed been manipulated today. I still want to save face and pretend to be so."

Yao Xueyan found it interesting, but still joked: "It seems that my lady is still as charming as before."

Jiang Fan took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and said, "Mrs. Huan Ben, treat yourself as the Iron Fan Princess."

Subsequently.

She hung a jade pendant on her waist, and as she walked, the tassels of the jade pendant fluttered, as if a hand was grabbing people to make them look at her more.

Usually Yao Xueyan always looks bare-faced, but Jiang Fan only recognized her makeup when they first met her.

Jiang Fan hurriedly slapped himself.

Her long hair was tied up with a hosta, and the broken hair around her ears seemed to have been carefully taken care of and gently curled, adding a bit of charm.

As a result, I suddenly dressed up today. I still didn’t react, but it looked pretty good.

Jiang Fan and the others agreed to go out at one o'clock, but it was already five minutes after one o'clock, and Yao Xueya still had no intention of going out.

Jiang Fan hurried back to his room and took a quick shower.

nice!

This made Jiang Fan, who always had a sense of time, feel a little unhappy/
Jiang Fan knocked on the door and said, "Yao Xueyan, if you play for a little longer, you won't be able to make it in time for the two o'clock opening."

How could you have such dirty thoughts about a little girl!
After lunch, Yao Xueyan hurried back to her room to put on makeup.

What are you thinking!

The facial features are obviously the same, but now Yao Xueyan, even her eyes are telling tenderness.

The makeup on his face was very light, but Jiang Fan just felt that he didn't look like the same person as Yao Xueyan before.

Before Jiang Fan finished speaking, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

The other person was wearing exaggerated eyeliner and lipstick.

I thought to myself: This Yao Xueyan usually looks like a little girl, and she can’t speak clearly.

The cheongsam is quite slim-fitting, reaching to the calf length.

A lively woman walked out.

Yao Xueyan swayed step by step and turned around in front of Jiang Fan: "Jiang Fan, how are you? Is my dress good today?"

I really didn’t expect that this person could have anything to do with Wenjingsuya.

Jiang Fan originally wanted to scold her for not having a sense of time, but after seeing Yao Xueyan like this, he suppressed all his thoughts.

If it weren't for the familiar accent, Jiang Fan would have thought that Yao Xueyan had been taken away from her.

He quickly turned his eyes elsewhere and coughed awkwardly: "It's not bad."

Yao Xueyan pouted and said angrily: "I wasted a lot of effort on this makeup, you really have no sense of aesthetics."

Jiang Fan said nothing.

But Yao Xueyan still looked around proudly at the mirror in the living room.

Jiang Fan said: "Wear a mask."

Yao Xueyan's expression suddenly froze: "Jiang Fan, I have such beautiful makeup, and you actually asked me to wear a mask!"

"No, if I wear a mask today, I will"

Yao Xueyan wanted to use some reason to threaten Jiang Fan, but in the end she found that Jiang Fan was a man without any weaknesses.

She kept talking to me for a long time and didn't say anything.

But he still stubbornly refused to wear a mask.

Fortunately, Jiang Fan didn't force you. The two of them went downstairs one after another. Yan Guan and the others had already prepared the car.

Yao Xueyan sat in the back row like a boss.

Like a hard-working driver, Jiang Fan opened the door and sat directly in.

The two of them were silent all the way.

When they arrived near the lantern festival, Yao Xueyuan said excitedly through the car window: "Wow, it looks good."

After saying that, he seemed to realize that he was still having a cold war with Jiang Fan, so he stubbornly kept a straight face.

But the more this happened, the more funny Jiang Fan found it.

After Jiang Fan parked the car, Yao Xueyan got out of the car with her long legs.

Her delicate eyebrows and stunner-like figure immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Some people even whispered: "That girl is so beautiful."

"That man is so handsome."

"They must be a couple, right?"

"The cold handsome guy and the gentle Jiangnan beauty are really beautiful."

But the two people who were forcibly matched in everyone's mouth always maintained a distance of two meters.

Jiang Fan followed Yao Xueyan, looking around or on his phone from time to time.

Yao Xueyan, on the other hand, looked at the stall with curiosity.

In order to match her outfit today, she specially brought a palm-sized antique-style bag. Except for a mobile phone, she couldn't hold anything extra in it.

She looked at a small stall in front of which she could draw ancient style sketches.

Yao Xueyan saw a person sitting on a chair with an upright posture.

A middle-aged lady took a brush and drew a beautiful woman in an ancient style with a few strokes on the paper fan in front of her.

The eldest sister also pointed to the small plate on the table, which contained various beads of different colors and shapes.

“You can choose different beads yourself and assemble the tassels of a fan.”

Yao Xueyan looked curious.

She also leaned over to take a look.

The eldest sister happily said: "Little girl, do you want to draw one too? It costs 30 yuan and you can keep it."

For the first time, Yao Xueyan had a real sense of participation.

She nodded and said, "Okay, sister."

She followed the movements taught by the other party and sat on the chair obediently.

A few minutes later, the eldest sister handed the fan to her.

Yao Xueyan's eyebrows instantly wrinkled.

"Why is there another person? Isn't it my alone portrait?"

The eldest sister was stunned and said awkwardly: "I see that man has been standing behind you and looking at you with special concern. I thought you two knew each other."

"I'm really sorry, I'll draw you a separate picture."

On the fan, Yao Xueyan was sitting on a chair, looking sideways at the river in front of her.

Behind her, there was a handsome man looking down at him.

The man is Jiang Fan.

However, reality is not as poetic as it appears.

It's a fact. Jiang Fan looked at the stool Yao Xueyan was sitting on. One of the stool legs was a little loose. Every time someone sat down, it would creak and the chair would shake.

It's just that Yao Xueyan is sitting in the front third of the chair, so the feeling is not obvious.

But Jiang Fan is always vigilant that if the chair falls, he must catch Yao Xueyuan immediately.

(End of this chapter)