School grass No. 1 pet: Domineering kisses all night long!

Chapter 23 The Unrequited Girl (2)

"Wow... your house is too big!!"

Lin Mengmeng finally seized the opportunity to visit the villa.However, as soon as you enter, you will be dazzled by the European-style zenith, spiral corridors, four-story chandeliers, solid wood floors, and various flowers, plants, and decorations, just like "Grandma Liu enters the Grand View Garden".

She finally understands what it means to have a family big enough to ride a bicycle.In this villa, not to mention bicycles, it feels like cars can be driven!

Xue Huan gave her a contemptuous look, and then led her up to the second floor.

"My mother, are all the rooms in this row? You sleep in different rooms every week, and there are still leftovers!"

Hearing Lin Mengmeng's exaggerated emotion, Xue Huan was even more speechless.

The butler next to him smiled and greeted Lin Mengmeng: "Welcome here. It's rare for the eldest lady to bring friends to visit the house! If you need some snacks and drinks, please ask!"

"Oh, thank you, I can eat anything..." Lin Mengmeng was a little nervous when she saw the housekeeper and servants surrounding her. After hearing the uncommon word "Miss", she became even more nervous.

"Butler Wang, this curly hair is not my friend, I just want to ask her something." Xue Huan turned around and told the servant: "Don't follow me, I want to talk to her alone."

"Yes, Miss."

This arrogant brat!Lin Mengmeng stuck out her tongue at her back.

Xue Huan opened the innermost door and signaled: "Come in, this is here."

Lin Mengmeng walked in anxiously, but Xue Huan locked the door behind her.

This room was twice as large as Lin Mengmeng's bedroom, but it didn't have any furniture, so it looked very empty.

The lighting is good, the bright summer sun, through the white lace curtains, gracefully casts in, elongating the silhouette on the floor.

In this empty room, there are five or six wooden easels, which are exactly the same as the easels Lin Mengmeng saw in the art classroom, and one of them was painted colorful.

In addition, there are about [-] or [-] paintings on the floor, at the corners of the walls, and under the eaves of the windows.

"This is my No. [-] studio." Xue Huan introduced.

The implication is that apart from this room, there should be other rooms in the entire villa that have been set up as studios.

Rich and willful!There are so many rooms that you can use them casually!

Lin Mengmeng walked to the easel curiously, and was taken aback when she saw the painting.

Immediately, she looked at several paintings in a row, and her expression became more and more elusive.

Finally, she raised her head and asked Xue Huan: "Sister, why are all of your paintings—"

Before the words fell, Xue Huan picked up a painting and said:
"That's right. The protagonists in the painting are all my neighbors, He Youyi. You see, it was painted in spring, when the marigolds were in full bloom."

On the painting is a close-up of He Youyi's profile.Around him, there are white marigolds blooming, which looks very artistic. The person in the painting is like a prince in a cartoon.

Most of Xue Huan's paintings are gouache paintings, with great basic skills and a sense of transparency. The light and shade changes naturally in layers, and He Youyi on the screen is also very tense. Obviously, He Youyi's appearance has already engraved in her heart, and presented a different appearance through the brush——

With his tall and straight back, carrying a black schoolbag, he should go to school in the morning;
There was him with his head down, locking the door, and the veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible;

He was fascinated by holding a book and didn't notice a sparrow parked beside him;

He raised his head and stared quietly at the gorgeous fire clouds in the sky;
There are also some, even if it is just a small figure in the long picture of five hundred steps, you can recognize it at a glance, and that is him.

Looking at the vivid paintings, Lin Mengmeng soon realized that the little girl in front of her was not simple at all.

There are stories in her paintings, but no one listens.

　Sentimental secret love, pure water is still pure, I believe book friends can understand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)