After amnesia, I saved the rich and powerful prince

Chapter 527
The little girl's expectations were naturally seen by Ringer.

Ringer also knew a little about the identity of the little girl, but he didn't care too much.

In the eyes of Ringe, who loves painting all his heart, the identity of the little girl is really insignificant compared with her paintings.

He likes all kinds of paintings, and he especially likes all kinds of outstanding painters. He doesn't look at each person's identity, but only looks at how much he likes each other's paintings.

He pays special attention to every painting, but inspiration is not always available. Seeing such a little girl who has been painting all this time, and the painting is so good, of course he admire.

This kind of admiration is the admiration for an outstanding painter. He felt that he wanted to regard this little girl as an idol.

The person he would idolize was also his cousin's future partner.

The thought made him even more excited.

The excited Ringer followed the old professor to send the little girl to the classroom.

The classroom was very quiet at this time. The students were assigned tasks by the professor and were drawing. Although they sometimes said a few words, they would soon return to silence.

Xiaobai looked over, she had never seen such a scene where a group of people were drawing in a room.

When she was painting, most of the time, she was alone in a room.

Occasionally someone would come and want to accompany her, but they would just sit quietly and do their own thing.

Xiaobai didn't know if she would like this kind of life, but she felt that this kind of life should be very interesting.

The old professor brought Xiaobai in, which attracted the attention of many students.

Then these students saw Xiaobai's face and were shocked.

"Mom, I see an angel!"

I don't know which student sighed like this. Although some students were embarrassed to speak, they also thought so in their hearts.

Mom, I really saw an angel.

Still so good-looking, people don't know what to use to describe her good-looking.

The only thing they can say, probably, is that they don't look like real people.

The little girl was a little nervous at first, but when she heard the words coming from nowhere, she froze for a moment, then laughed.

She looked even better when she smiled.

Not only good-looking, but also cute and delicate, beautiful like an innocent little princess.

"Mom, how can I look so good-looking, I'm almost suffocating."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my sister wants to paint a portrait of you, okay?"

"..."

There was an uproar in the classroom.

The little girl is good-looking, and in the eyes of those who love to paint, her beauty is naturally magnified. Her facial features, figure, skin, and everything make it almost impossible to see the shortcomings. It looks better.

Therefore, many people want to paint portraits of little girls.

This kind of liking is probably a kind of love of human beings for beautiful things.

The little girl was a little confused and a little embarrassed by everyone's sudden words.

She looked at Ringer and the old professor beside her in embarrassment.

The old professor spoke up, he knew what these students were thinking.

Painters always pay more attention to beautiful things.

He also paid attention to the little girl's face, and wanted to draw a picture for the little girl.

"Brother Linge, does this little sister belong to your family? Do you want to come and study with us?"

(End of this chapter)