This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 217 Being thrown, the prince is on the bed! (4)

Hearing Song Ke's voice, Huangfuxian recovered from the petrification, straightened up from Yehuo in a hurry, turned to Song Ke and explained.

"not us……"

When did he ever encounter such a situation, his heart just jumped wildly, and he couldn't think of any suitable explanation for a while.

"I just sparred with Senior Brother Huangfu. Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Huangfu is not only superb in painting, but also has two skills in close combat. I accidentally fell into his way!"

Yehuo said without blushing, while looking at the tea in Song Ke's hand.

"Junior Brother Song, you really have a heart!"

"I didn't expect that senior brother Huangfu can also fight with fists and kicks!"

Song Keben was a solid-eyed person, so he didn't think too much, sighed, and put the tea in his hand on the table.

"The two senior brothers are slowly discussing each other. The master called me just now. I'll go and see what's going on!"

"Okay! Brother Song just go and go, between us, you're welcome!"

Yehuo smiled and sent him to the door, watched him walk away, then closed the door, and winked at Huangfuxian who was still there in a daze.

"Okay, let's see now, who is the person in your painting?!"

She slowly unfolded the drawing paper in her hand, Huangfuxian realized that it was already too late to rush over to stop it.

Seeing clearly what was drawn on the paper, Yehuo couldn't help but froze in place.

That flaming red flowing short ponytail, that huge black giant blade that was blazing, that smiling gesture with raised lips...

If the person in the painting is not her, who else could it be? !
The painting in his hand is compatible with both freehand brushwork and fine brushwork, which perfectly reflects the demeanor of Yehuo when he swung his knife and attacked.

She actually stole her portrait and hides it under the quilt despicably here, she must be angry!
Seeing her unfolding the portrait, Huangfuxian's palm, which he wanted to stop, froze in the air.

Like a child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head with a blushing face, and looked at his toes awkwardly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do this!"

His voice was as low as a mosquito.

To Huangfuxian's surprise, Yehuo actually sighed like that.

(End of this chapter)