Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

"My neck is so sore that it's almost stiff, so it doesn't matter if I move it."

Finally, Shangshang stopped abusing herself, twisted her neck on the spot, and tilted her head again: "When will you be able to draw well? I don't care, I'm going to drink my saliva, and I won't be your model anymore."

"Okay." Chang Mian took the last step.

Then I stood up and stretched my muscles twice.

Changshang immediately stepped over. "show me."

Chang Mian refused, and raised her hand high.

Due to her height advantage, even if she jumped up, she couldn't grab it.

Shangshang snorted softly: "I know that your paintings are ugly, and you dare not show them to others."

"My master took art classes when he was in kindergarten, how could he be ugly?"

What's more, when he was studying at the British Military School, he had specially learned how to copy criminal portraits. Anyone who was glanced at by him would definitely be able to draw them. Chang Mian hid his hand and whistled, "Are you going to drink?" water?"

"Have you ever attended an art class in kindergarten?" Chang Chang slapped his forehead, "My God, I must have lost my mind to let you abuse me so early in the morning, standing there for half an hour."

She didn't know what excellent work Chang Mian could draw, so she ran out of the bedroom to pour a glass of water and then came back.

As a result, Chang Mian snatched her as soon as she took a sip. She drank it down in one gulp, and then threw it to her: "Go and get another glass."

"Chang Mian, you've finished all the water I want to drink, are you still willing to ask me to pour it for you again?"

"Give you."

Chang Mian saw that she couldn't control her, so she stuffed the drawing board into her hand, and took the water glass to pour water herself.

He went to the kitchen and saw the old French servant squeezing lemon juice, he simply waited for her to squeeze the lemon juice before leaving, mixed honey, went back to the room and brought it to her mouth to feed it to her himself.

The woman couldn't bear to let go of the portrait.

"Chang Mian, you are a good painter, you really look like a painter."

Chang Mian put the cup aside, hugged her waist behind him, and pressed against her head: "Who said I'm a bad painter just now?"

"Who told you to hide it from me, but you are really good. The devil would believe that you only took art classes in kindergarten, so you know how to lie to me."

"I draw so well, do you want to reward me with one?"

Chang Chang tilted her head and raised her head, "What reward do you want? Give you a kiss?"

Chang Mian shrugged lazily, obviously dissatisfied with this reward, lowered her head slightly, with a cynical expression, looked at the woman she loved deeply in front of her: "Marry me."

"Tch, you want me to marry you just for one painting, didn't you wake up from the dream last night?" Changshang rolled his eyes at him, and suddenly burst out laughing: "This is your 60th proposal."

"Then how many times are you going to promise me?" Chang Mian didn't seem serious, as if he was used to her rejection, he asked her with a half-smile: "100 times?"

"It depends on your sincerity."

Damn, damn sincerity again.

Chang Mian gritted her teeth: "Just do it!"

"I'm happy." Shang Chang pushed back.

"Be careful to kill you." Chang Mian snorted softly, with resentment in the hum.

Shangshang leaned forward and gave a sip: "I'd better give you a kiss, my favorite Mr. Chang Mian."

"It's not rare, my favorite, Ms. Shangshang."

Shangshang muttered. "Well, you don't care too much, I won't send you kisses in the future, don't ask me for... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were suddenly blocked.