Deep Honey Love: The Emperor's Private Sweet Wife

Han Yan's voice was so low that no one else heard it.

Ling Wei nodded gently.

Han Yan raised an eyebrow and looked at her up and down again with clear eyes.

After a long time, he smiled and said, "ah Ting's favorite person... Really extraordinary."

Ling Wei was embarrassed.

How to talk? How to speak in the same tone as Ye Ting?

Han Yan turned his head and looked carefully at the eagle. He knew Ling Wei a little more.

The person who can tie ah Ting must have her uniqueness.

Han Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled. He seems to understand

"God, who painted this graffiti?" Peach blossom holds her heart in her hands and her eyes are bright. "If you can dig up and draw cartoons for me, you will make a lot of money --" she bites her lips and has peach blossoms in her eyes, a look of super worship.

Ling Wei felt funny and thought, "Lord peach blossom! This eagle is from... A little comic artist under your hand... Caiwei's hand... →_ →”

Look at the little eyes I despise

→_ →

Ling Wei's eyes swept Xu Zixun, Rong Jin, and finally fell on Yan Mofei's face.

Now, she really wants to see the man's expression.

She just wants to know

What kind of performance will a man who has always been arrogant and arrogant when he is suddenly crushed by others

Ling Wei finds Yan Mofei in the crowd. He stands in the row nearest to the eagle.

He stood very quietly, as if integrated with the painting.

His eyes were fixed on the eagle. His eyes seemed to be stuck by the painting. His eyes didn't blink. His face was unbelievable!

I don't know why, he suddenly felt that everyone around him was gone.

The noise disappeared

He seems to be integrated with the painting.

He entered a state of selflessness

How could such a work shock his mind?

This graffiti can hardly be called a painting. He saw all the connotation in this painting completely!

Just look at the eagle's eyes, as if you can understand the eagle's vision, but look at the momentum carefully, as if you can feel the eagle's mind and power to fight in the sky!

And... Let him have to admit that this eagle not only has boldness of vision, but also has a arrogant and tenacious momentum.

The sharp, sharp, solitary and killing eyes seem to point directly at the heart of the people!

Suddenly, someone shouted, "this work is the 'star of Glory'!"

"Yes, that's right!"

In the originally low pressure hall, waves of praise poured out.

The hall was boiling in an instant.

"Who created this work? What a genius! "

"Yes! I especially want to know you,! Who is the author? "

Han Lingxi frowned tightly.

The praise in her ear pierced her ear like a knife! Just now, it was clear that everyone was praising the "city ruins"... Why suddenly, everyone defected?

She shook her head, puzzled. Murphy's works are the best in the world.

She will never tolerate that Murphy is trampled on by others.

Han Lingxi suddenly stamped his foot and screamed, "no! This picture is not, no, yes, you say, so good! "

Many people looked at her.

Han Lingxi shouted eagerly, "as you just said, Yan Mofei's works are the best! Have you forgotten what you just said? Look at this one again - "she stretched out her hand, pointed to the eagle on the wall, clenched her teeth and screamed," look, this is just a graffiti work, which can't be put on the table at all. How can it be compared with the 'urban ruins' of Murphy

……

Han Lingxi's words cooled the lively atmosphere at the scene.

Many people look at her and the paintings. Some questioned and some disdained her words with a smile.

At this time, Yan Mo Fei suddenly turned his head and stared at Han Lingxi. His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to know her again, looking at her up and down.

Han Lingxi was breathed tightly by his eyes.

Suffocate immediately.

His eyes are bright, and that look... Seems to be re examining her.

For a long time, Yan Mofei suddenly frowned and said to Han Lingxi, "Lingxi, you have studied painting for more than ten years... So... Your idea is so superficial? Do you think graffiti can't be on the table? "

Han Lingxi's eyes widened and his throat choked.

She wanted to say something, but her lips trembled and couldn't say a word.

Yan Mo Fei shook his head in disappointment, stared at her solemnly and said, "what's the matter with the graffiti works? Graffiti works should be respected! Looking at the level and quality of a person's painting can not be limited to the techniques and skills of the painting itself, but to see the connotation and soul of the whole painting! "

Han Lingxi seemed to be slapped by him out of thin air.

She clenched her lips and felt the hot pain in her cheeks.

"Murphy... I'm talking for you! You contradict me? "

Yan Mo Fei shook his head and said seriously, "I'm not refuting you, I'm refuting your point of view. You don't know art. I have nothing to say to you. "

Han Lingxi looked at him steadily. His words were like a basin of cold water - they made her tremble!

Her lips were white, her tearful eyes were full of disbelief, "Murphy, you said I... don't know art? You say... You don't understand me? "

She loved him silently for twelve years!

She has to study painting with her teacher for three hours every day! Twelve years - without a day off!

She must go to famous art exhibitions all over the world! She wants to enrich herself. She keeps learning. She's afraid she can't keep up with him——

What did she do all this for?

He said... He said she didn't know art? He said... He said... He had nothing to say to her

Han Lingxi collapsed!

Her eyes were full of water and broke her silver teeth. She wanted to turn and stride away, but she couldn't move. For her, where there is Yan Murphy, there is sunshine... Where there is no Yan Murphy, there is darkness everywhere.

Han Lingxi grabbed Yan Mofei's hand. "Brother Mofei, I'm sorry... I said something wrong just now. Please forgive me... OK?"

"...." Yan Mo Fei shook off her hand and said nothing. But the man next to me blew up!

"My God... Isn't this girl crazy?"

"Is there something wrong?"

The people around can't see it anymore. She apologized and begged others to forgive her for being so cruel to her

"My God... Did this girl practice the 'turtle tolerance Dharma'?"

Ling Wei only feels her eyes are hot... The girl's patience has surpassed her understanding of human beings.

Looking at Han Lingxi, Ling Wei shook her head. It's really hard for her to understand... How can a woman be so humble for a man?