Grapefruit Code: The Devil's Exclusive Baby

Chapter 262 Terrifying Thoughts
Han Xiaoyou glanced aside, not even looking at Xia Chen, what was it cutting, and she wasn't that curious.

Seeing her look like that, Xia Chen wanted to laugh, fixed the drawing board on the shelf, and coughed lightly twice.

"Sit over and turn your back to me." After Xia Chen finished speaking, Han Xiaoyou looked at him differently, and various versions of the picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

The appearance that gradually emerged in my mind.

"Finally let me wait until today, you go down for me, what else do you do besides thinking about men every day!" Xia Chen put his hands on his hips, and his feet still stayed in the air after kicking.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be such Xia Chen, I guess I misread you!" Han Xiaoyou kept shouting the last words to the figure above.

Han Xiaoyou shook his head thinking of this, no, he wouldn't kick himself down just because he wanted a man.

The eyeballs rolled around, and he nodded while touching his chin with his hand, um, it must be such a picture.

Another picture appeared in my mind again.

"Han Xiaoyou finally made me wait until today, and you actually spilled water on it that day. Do you know how precious that painting is to me? Fortunately, I tricked you from City D to come here." Xia Chen smiled darkly. Watching Han Xiaoyou approach.

Han Xiaoyou shrank her neck and looked at him with fear, "What are you doing, don't come here again."

"You wet all my precious paintings, how could I spare you so easily, thanks to my cleverness, I brought you to this deserted place, don't worry, no one will come back to save you, just let me down Go!" Xia Chen raised his foot in the air and kicked Han Xiaoyou directly.

"Ah!" Han Xiaoyou screamed loudly with her pupils widened.

"Hey you crazy, what are you yelling about?" Xia Chen held a paintbrush in his hand, frowned and looked at Han Xiaoyou who kept screaming, why did he look so stupid.

Han Xiaoyou stroked her hair and muttered in a low voice, "It's a good thing it's not real. Judging by his appearance, he shouldn't kill me just because of a painting."

"What are you muttering about?" Xia Chen turned to look at her.

"It's nothing, nothing." Han Xiaoyou immediately sat down with her back to him.

Xia Chen took a paintbrush and began to outline a figure on the paper. Looking at her back, he suddenly thought of how she looked like a few years ago. At that time, she also accompanied him like this.

"Why is Xia Chen's painting so important to you?" Han Xiaoyou asked softly.

"When did I say that painting is very important to me?" Xia Chen concentrated on painting, constantly changing the tools in his hand.

"But you were so fierce that day, and you still said it wasn't important. If it's important, you should kick me down." Han Xiaoyou said with a deep obsession in her heart, as if she was afraid that he would kick herself down, pointing to the abyss under the stone .

Xia Chen raised his eyebrows, stopped the brush in his hand in the air, and held the drawing board with his other hand.

"When am I going to kick you down, do you want to go down there so much?" Xia Chen said jokingly, it seems that the girl just now must have thought that I wanted her to sit there in order to kick her down.

Han Xiaoyou suddenly had nothing to say. He never said that the painting was very precious, but he couldn't pretend that he was stupid. His performance was needless to say.

"If it's precious, it should be in the past." Xia Chen squatted down, took the paint tray in his hand, took out the paint and started to color the paint tray.

"Huh?" Han Xiaoyou turned her head to look at his movements. Is he about to start telling the rhythm of the story?

Xia Chen adjusted the color and stood up again, watching Han Xiaoyou staring at him without moving, and suddenly looking at her with serious eyes.

"Turn around, don't move around unless you are told to move, a model must have the qualities it should have, do it well." After Xia Chen finished speaking, he couldn't help smiling when he saw her sitting upright immediately.

The little girl is so easy to deceive.

Han Xiaoyou began to mutter again, why did she become his model, and besides, the model still earns money, why didn't she see him give her money.

"Is that why you want to know that girl's story?" Xia Chen looked at her swaying body and stopped again helplessly.

Han Xiaoyou suddenly turned around, stared into his eyes, and blinked.

"Well, I really want to know, I'm very curious." Han Xiaoyou's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Then you sit down, and I'll talk about it when I finish this painting." Xia Chen finally compromised.

Han Xiaoyou nodded sharply, then turned around and sat up straighter than before, but it was a little hot, she threw the blanket aside, and the nightdress inside exposed her slender white legs.

Xia Chen shook his head, picked up the paintbrush and started to smudge the paint on the canvas a little bit, but his thoughts flew away all of a sudden.

The whole process lasted for more than an hour, and Han Xiaoyou felt that her neck was going to be sore, but she didn't see Xia Chen saying that the painting was finished, so she really didn't dare to move, for fear that he would say that the painting was not good and not talk about it .

But it's strange, why am I so curious about that girl, especially want to know who she is.

"Okay." Just as Han Xiaoyou was thinking about it, Xia Chen put down the brush and looked at the painting on the canvas in front of him.

Han Xiaoyou finally breathed a sigh of relief. When she wanted to put down her legs, she found that she couldn't move.

"Hey, why can't I move?" Han Xiaoyou beat her legs, but she was a little anxious seeing that she was still unconscious.

Hearing the sound, Xia Chen walked over, touched her legs, and found that they were icy cold, picked up the blanket beside her and covered her, immediately picked her up horizontally, sat on the rock by himself, and put her on his lap. on the legs.

"You've been sitting for too long, your legs are numb." After Xia Chen finished speaking, he raised his right hand deep into the blanket and rubbed her legs.

Han Xiaoyou's face was blushing, she was really embarrassed to ask a boy to rub her legs.

"Ahem, I see that your technique must be that you used to rub girls' legs." As soon as Han Xiaoyou said that, Xia Chen's hand stopped, and his face was a little unsightly.

Han Xiaoyou looked at him, frowning, did he say something wrong?He didn't look very good-looking.

"Did you remember something again?" Han Xiaoyou looked at him and turned his head to stare at herself.

"Is your leg better?" Xia Chen didn't answer her, but asked her directly.

Han Xiaoyou felt her legs carefully, and found that there was nothing wrong, then nodded to him.

Xia Chen directly pushed her up, walked to the drawing board by himself, and started to pack things.

"Wow, this painting is so beautiful, give it to me." Han Xiaoyou stared at herself on the canvas, never expecting that she could be so beautiful.

(End of this chapter)