God, don't be so arrogant

Chapter 87 Mental Destruction
Ji Lingfeng frowned and picked up the paintbrush, dipped a little light blue on it, and then smeared on the drawing board.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, his eyes focused on Ning Xia's face.

"What's your look called? Does the dresser in front of your face owe you ten billion?"

Hey, a rich man is a rich man. When it comes to owed money, even the unit is [-] million.

If it weren't for your repeated mental torture, Ji Lingfeng, wouldn't I in Ningxia have trouble with a dressing table?Say, I can't scold you, scold you, I can't scold you, beat you, let alone beat you, what else can I do except to express my anger with something?
The sad thing is that I still can't express dissatisfaction with you at all, and I still have to hug your long legs with a smile on my face.

Your aunt, what crime did I, Ningxia, do in my previous life to meet you, Ji Lingfeng, a debt collector!

"Ji...hehe, you're joking again, this is your dressing table worth tens of thousands, how could you owe me money, even if you owe it, I owe her..."

Ji Lingfeng nodded in agreement, and quietly replied, "You know you owe her, but you still look at her with a fierce face?"

When she was in the studio, her eyes were so gentle and lovable, and when she came back, she looked like someone had smashed her ancestral grave.

Ji Lingfeng pursed her lips and looked at Ning Xia's face carefully. At that time, who was she thinking about?

Ning Xia looked back suspiciously, just in time to see Ji Lingfeng looking at her seriously, and suddenly, her face flushed like a glow.

"I... I don't know what you want..."

Hearing Ningxia's whisper, Ji Lingfeng shook her head in confusion, why would she care who she was thinking about?Why do you mind her naked in front of others?
Could this really be because she owed herself a sum of money?
Or, deep down in my heart, do I really have other thoughts about her?
"Forget it, you can find something you like to watch."

Ji Lingfeng glanced at Ning Xia from time to time, then continued to paint with her head down.

The pressure in the air finally weakened a little over time.

Ning Xia's neck, which had been twisting all the time, was a little sore. She wanted to move, but she was worried that Ji Lingfeng would yell at her, so she had no choice but to maintain a silly movement.

Ji Xiaomo, who was guarding the door, did not hear Ning Xia's scream as expected, and was puzzled for a moment, so he sneaked out of the room and walked outside Ji Lingfeng's room.

Push it away a little, just in time to see Ji Lingfeng's big hand dancing on the drawing board.

It showed a backless figure, a woman with her head turned and looking out the window.

"I never knew that Daddy could actually draw, but since Daddy can draw so well, why didn't he paint a portrait of me first, and instead painted a portrait of that stupid woman? Could it be that Daddy really has a bad eye?" Okay, have you taken a fancy to her?"

Ji Xiaomo pursed his lips in resentment, counted Ning Xia in his heart, turned his head, and saw Ning Xia on the big bed with a face of pain.

The little heart that was still annoyed suddenly became alive and kicking.

"Haha, it turns out that Daddy thought of a better way of punishment, making her sit there for a long time without moving. This method is really good, better than the method of splashing paint."

Knowing that Ningxia is being punished, Ji Xiaomo clenched his fists with peace of mind, sneaked downstairs, found Arlene, and wolfed down a few mouthfuls of the dinner. Under Arlene's shocked eyes, he slowly climbed the stairs .

(End of this chapter)