Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 148
Pei Zhihan just said that only the most familiar person can draw closer to himself, so, he is really familiar with himself, right?
"Teach me how to draw in the future." Hong Jiaqi blurted out.

Pei Zhihan's painting movements stopped suddenly, and Hong Jiaqi knew that what she said must be inappropriate, so she quickly shut her mouth tightly, but she didn't expect that he actually nodded, "Okay."

"That's great." Overjoyed, Hong Jiaqi hugged his face and kissed him, and then felt embarrassed, shouldn't her relationship with Pei Zhihan be so close?
Pei Zhihan, who was stunned for a moment, said, "Then you want to learn how to draw eggs from Beethoven. When did I say that, you start to learn how to draw portraits from me."

"Draw eggs?" No, it's that simple.

"Three hundred."

"what……"

"You don't have to learn." Pei Zhihan took the brush and drawing board from Hong Jiaqi's hands, walked to the window and put them away.

"I'll learn." Hong Jiaqi said loudly.

So in the days that followed, there were eggs in front of Hong Jiaqi, and the picture of her holding a paintbrush and drawing eggs became the most common scene in the villa.

"Miss Hong, when will you be able to draw this egg?" An Lan looked at the drawing papers thrown all over the living room, feeling a little distressed, "These papers are enough to buy."

Hong Jiaqi turned her head to look over, only to realize that she had thrown it on the ground unknowingly, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I will save some painting in the future."

An Lan shook her head helplessly, unfolded the drawing paper in her hand, and looked at the oval-shaped eggs on it, "Isn't it already drawn very similar?" Standing up and walking to Hong Jiaqi, she looked at her still serious Drawing eggs, "Why are you still painting?"

"I always have to draw a picture that I am satisfied with before I can show it to him." Now, every time she draws a full paper, she has to ask herself if she dares to hand it over to Pei Zhihan, but every time she begins to feel confident , and then there is self-denial, and a new page begins.

"Who are you showing it to, young master?" Pei Zhihan was the only one who knew how to draw.

Hong Jiaqi nodded, "He said he wanted to draw [-] eggs, and I almost have [-]. Show me, is the painting good?" Hong Jiaqi looked at An Lan nervously, "If there is anything wrong, you must point it out. Come on, so I can correct it."

When she can't find any problems, she will take them to Pei Zhihan, and there shouldn't be too many problems.

"The egg looks like a home image, but it looks lifeless and rigid." An Lan gesticulated on the drawing board based on feeling, and quickly withdrew Hong Jiaqi's hand, "Actually, I don't understand this either."

"But you have already seen the problem." Doesn't it prove that her painting is not enough?
Throughout the afternoon, Hong Jiaqi was thinking about how to paint the egg with life, not just a simple oval object.

Even when Pei Zhihan came back at night, she didn't notice, but kept thinking about things.

"Miss Hong, Miss Hong..." An Lan waved her hand in front of Hong Jiaqi, "The young master is already eating, why don't you go over?"

Hong Jiaqi came back to her senses and looked at the restaurant. As expected, Pei Zhihan was already sitting there and moving his chopsticks, "I'll go right away."

She remembered that Pei Zhihan said that in order to draw an object's resemblance, it is necessary to start from the details, and if the details are handled well, then the painting will have a charm.

Well, she needs to understand and digest well.

"That egg is raw." Pei Zhihan looked at the egg that Hong Jiaqi was about to peel, and suddenly opened his mouth. Hong Jiaqi, who was still thinking about something, just woke up like a dream, but it was too late, the eggshell cracked, and the white had already flowed out. Hong Jiaqi hurriedly got up to dodge, but the egg still fell on her skirt.

(End of this chapter)