The old ancestor became the favorite of the five brothers

Chapter 333 Self-taught!

Mu Ranran looked at Gu Rongsen, the smile on the corner of his mouth was infinitely enlarged, but in the next second, Gu Rongsen directly hugged him.

He carried her directly back to the car.

Gu Rongsen put her on the co-pilot, his movements were gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Mu Ranran kept looking at him with a smile in her eyes, just watching without speaking.

Gu Rongsen's Adam's apple rolled up and down under her gaze, and in the next second, he directly pressed her head and kissed her.

He thought that this was enough to prove something, but he didn't expect Muranran's soft little hands to wrap around his neck.

Not only that, but there is a tendency to swipe down.

Gu Rongsen, who was originally immersed in the beauty, suddenly felt a certain part of his body that she had seen tightened, making his whole body stagnant even for breathing.

He quickly squeezed those little hands that were still free, bit her earlobe hard, and said hoarsely in her ear: "Little thing, you are so naughty!"

Then he let go of her and sat back in his seat.

Mu Ranran raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the man on her left whose cheeks were slightly red, and even his ears were red, and turned his head away.

A smiling face was reflected in the car window.

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When Mu Ranran returned home, when she returned to her room, a loud sound suddenly came from Mu Tingze's room.

Mu Ranran paused, looked sideways, and saw that the door of Mu Tingze's room was ajar.

She reached out to knock on the door, but she heard Mu Tingze's voice from inside.

"Teacher, I may not be able to hand in the work on time."

"I know that your art exhibition is very important, and I also know that you want to hang my painting in the most important position, but..."

"Sorry, I might need some time."

"No, I'm just suddenly...uninspired."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

"goodbye teacher."

Because of the distance, Mu Ranran couldn't hear what was said on the other side of the phone, but looking at the scattered drawing paper and brushes all over the floor, and what Mu Tingze said just now, Mu Ranran could probably guess what happened.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly. Before she could speak, Mu Tingze's furious voice came from inside.

"What are you doing? Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me? You..."

Mu Tingze walked over while talking, frowning. The moment he saw Mu Ranran, his eyes unavoidably fluctuated, and his tone became much gentler.

"Ran Ran, you're back..."

"Well, why didn't you go with your parents to celebrate the birthday of the old man of the Lan family?"

"I……"

Mu Tingze seemed hesitant to speak, as if he just remembered the mess on the ground, and smiled awkwardly at Mu Ranran: "I have something to do, so I didn't go."

Mu Ranran walked inside with a smile, bent down and picked up a scrap of manuscript on the ground, and looked at it carefully.

Mu Tingze originally wanted to snatch the drawing paper back from Mu Ranran's hands. If it was in the past, he would have done so long ago.

After all, Mu Ranran's most famous painting when he was a child was "Cow Eating Grass".

But since she won that chess game last time, Mu Tingze's attitude towards her has changed a lot.

If he hadn't always reminded himself that Mu Ranran was just his younger sister, he would have wished to worship her as his teacher.

Although Mu Ranran looked serious now, Mu Tingze firmly believed that she didn't understand what she wanted to express at all.

But in the next second, Mu Ranran turned around and showed the scrap manuscript to Mu Tingze.

"Do you know where the biggest problem with your painting is?"

"question?"

Mu Tingze looked at Mu Ranran in disbelief.

Make no mistake!

Mu Ranran! ! !

Mu Ranran, who only knew how to draw "cows eat grass" since she was a child, is discussing with him what's wrong with her painting at this moment?
It doesn't matter to him even if it's another person, but Mu Ranran gave him advice, I'm afraid he's crazy...

Seeing that Mu Tingze didn't speak, Mu Ranran bent down and picked up the easel on the ground, then clamped the imperfect draft on the drawing board, randomly picked up a pencil from the side, and painted on the draft Draw and paint.

However, Mu Tingze only regarded her as a whim, and completely ignored it.

All he could think about was what the teacher told him about the art exhibition.

A few minutes later, Mu Ranran got up: "Well, it's almost like this, just take a look."

Mu Tingze was already very upset. He looked at Mu Ranran and frowned slightly: "Ran Ran, I have important things to do right now, and I'm really not in the mood to play with you. If you..."

Mu Tingze finished his sentence halfway, and his eyes casually glanced at the scrap manuscript that had been corrected by Mu Ranran.

In the next second, his eyes couldn't help but widen.

This this this this this! ! !
Is this something drawn by Mu Ranran? ? ?
Mu Tingze's original manuscript was a portrait of a character. He is quite talented in painting. He was accepted by the Academy of Art when he was 14 years old.

When he was 15 years old, a single painting was sold for millions of dollars.

Therefore, both teachers and family members have high expectations for him.

And Mu Tingze has always been very competitive, never disappointing.

But at the end of last month, his teacher informed him that he would open a painting exhibition, and he wanted to let more and more people see Mu Tingze's paintings, so he needed to make a satisfactory painting.

Mu Tingze was actually very happy when he first received the news, but when he set up the easel and picked up the paintbrush, he found that he couldn't draw anything that satisfied him.

How to describe that feeling?
Like a dancer suddenly breaking his leg.

Like a photographer who lost his camera.

It was like being sentenced to death by a hospital.

So, he suddenly became very irritable.

But he didn't expect that the painting that he had declared "death sentence" just now was reborn under the hands of Mu Ranran! ! !

The original painting looked very rigid, but now it is particularly agile.

The character's jaw line has become sharp but somewhat rounded, his eyes have been changed to look like he can speak, and his long hair seems to be really swaying in the wind.

The mole on the corner of the eye is the focus of this painting.

The finishing touch is just like the finishing touch, making the person in the painting a little more charming.

Mu Tingze was surprised for a long time before speaking: "When did you learn this? Why haven't I heard you say it?"

Mu Ranran smiled, and put down the pencil in her hand: "To be honest, I am self-taught."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence. After all, Mu Ranran in her previous life had already become a very mysterious painter in the world when she was nine years old.

Everyone knows that painting is good, but no one knows that the person who paints is just a nine-year-old doll.

Mu Tingze didn't have time to refute Mu Ranran's words, so he sat in front of the painting and pondered carefully...

(End of this chapter)