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"Why, you have seen me several times, but I can't see you once?"

Concerned about the slight anger, but he blushed.

"But, I was treating a disease, this... he is different!"

"I don't care, I want to paint anyway!"

The caring tone was actually a bit coquettish, and Chen Xin couldn't bear to refuse with her persistent look, so she had no choice but to say: "Then wait, I will shut the courtyard gate to death."

There is a small door between the front yard and the back yard. Chen Xin didn't close it when he came in. It would be a shame if someone broke in suddenly!

Chen Xin went to close the door and screwed it to a fixed position, making sure that no one could come in, then walked back again: "Really want to take it off?"

"What do you mean?"

Concerned about asking.

Reluctantly, Chen Xin had to take off his clothes slowly. Fortunately, it was summer. There were not many clothes at all, a t-shirt and summer pants.

When Chen Xin took off his T-shirt and his pants were halfway down, Care suddenly screamed and covered his face: "Ah! Chen Xin, what are you doing?"

Chen Xin was startled: "Didn't you let me take it off?"

Concerned about the blushing equator: "I asked you to take off your shirt and want to draw your abdominal muscles. Why did you take it off?"

"Um... why didn't you say it earlier!"

Chen Xin was sweating and hurriedly pulled his trousers up again. Then he asked awkwardly, "Is that all right?"

"Well!"

Concerned and unconsciously responded, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Xin. His lack of sturdy but well-defined muscles and his shiny and shiny skin made Caring be stunned until Chen Xin asked again. , Some incoherent words:

"I, I'm thinking about which angle is better to draw from!"

"Then have you found it? When you find it, draw it quickly."

Chen Xin urged.

For the first time as a model for a woman, Chen Xin felt weird and wanted to finish things soon.

"Ok."

The concern came back to my senses, hum, adjusted the frame, then picked up the paintbrush and began to paint seriously.

When he cares about painting, he is very beautiful, his expression is meticulous, his eyes are focused and persistent, and his beautiful eyes are full of spring water.

Gradually, Chen Xin looked a little silly, staring at Care without blinking, and Care looking back at him, his eyes met, and sparks and lightning burst out.

I don't know how long it took, but Care finally put down the paintbrush, stretched out, and showed her beautiful waist.

"It's done, what do you think?"

Chen Xin turned his head and glanced while wearing a T-shirt, and was shocked.

In the picture, Chen Xin has a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, a little disrespectful and a little joke, but more confident.

His eyes are particularly vivid, and the corners of his eyebrows seem to be talking. This finishing touch vividly shows Chen Xin's demeanor, which can be called a magical touch.

"I'll go! Care, your painting is so good, this is definitely a master painting, this must be promoted on the Internet, the proper one is the Internet celebrity!"

Chen Xin exclaimed.

"I don't want to be an internet celebrity!"

Concerned shyly said: "I only need to paint quietly."

"Then what if you paint more and more?"

Chen Xin asked.

"Treasure the good ones, tear off the bad ones!"

Concerned, he admired the frame for a while, and smiled with satisfaction: "Finally there is a proud work! Chen Xin, you help me put it away, I will ask someone to frame it and hang it in my bedroom. I can see you every day...I mean, I can enjoy this painting every day!"

There was a fascinating blush on Caring's face, and the amorous feelings at that moment were extremely beautiful.

"Care, you are so beautiful!"

Chen Xin blurted out.

"really?"

There is a hint of joy and shyness in the eyes of concern.

"Really, uh, I mean..."

Chen Xin said with a thought: "You can paint yourself, and then you will find how beautiful you are!"

"Draw myself...how do I paint?"

Concerned asked.

Chen Xin looked around and said: "You can put a big mirror next to the picture frame, and then you can look at the mirror while painting, so that a beautiful beauty will come out."

"It seems to be possible...Eh, did you come up with this trick because you didn't want to be a model for me?"

Careful and thoughtful eyes stared at Chen Xin, as if to see him in his heart at once, Chen Xin hurriedly explained: "No...mainly because you look good, really, don't you know how beautiful you are? "

Concerned with some grievances, he said: "What's the use of beauty, it's not that no one looks at it."

"Am I watching?"

Chen Xin smiled.

"Then can you keep watching?"

Suddenly asked with the courage to care.

"Yes, you will never tire of it!"

Chen Xin smiled.

Concerned, he changed the subject and said: "I'm hungry, please invite me out for dinner."

At this moment, Zhang Yang shouted outside anxiously: "Chen Xin, cousin, in broad daylight, what are you doing so strictly on the door?"

The two blushed and rushed to open the door. Zhang Yang and a man about 30 years old were standing at the door.

The man's hair is a little messy, and there are freshly grown scum on his chin, which looks a little shabby, but this can't hide his handsomeness at all, but it adds a little mature masculinity to him.

When the two came in, Chen Xin's expression was a little unnatural, and his face was full of embarrassment. The man's deep eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and the eyes looking at Chen Xin suddenly became a little hostile: "It's you!"

Chen Xin was surprised: "Do you know me?"

The man disdainfully said: "I don't know you, but I have seen that I care about painting. It is you who care about painting. The model I care about is good!"

Chen Xin twitched at the corner of his mouth, and he was tagged as a model!

At this time, Zhang Yang exaggerated and said: "Chen Xin, you can do it. I dare to take advantage of my cousin during the day and see if I will not complain to you grandpa!"

Concerned and blushed: "Zhang Yang, don't talk nonsense, we didn't do anything!"

"You blushed without doing anything? You also locked the door inwards. Isn't this the place where there is no silver three hundred taels?"

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, then quietly covered his mouth and smirked after speaking.

When the man heard it, his face suddenly sank: "Care, why is he in it, what are you doing?"

The concerned face blushed slightly and said, "Didn't you say that he is a model? Of course we are painting. We closed the door for fear of being disturbed. Is there a problem?"

The man turned his head and looked at the place where he was concerned about the painting. Before the painting could be put away, the man saw the portrait, his face became very exciting, envious and jealous, unable to express any expression.

After hesitating for a while, the man squeezed out a dry smile: "It turned out to be painting, can I appreciate it?"

Zhang Yang winked at the side and said, "Yes, cousin, Mr. Yu Dechun is a famous painter from the provincial capital. If he gives you some suggestions, your drawing skills will definitely improve!"

Yu Dechun took the opportunity to say: "Yes, I have some experience in painting, and I can share it with you."

Concerned and a little displeased, said: "No, I'm just idle and bored, drawing as a sustenance, no need to listen to others."

"Haha, the concern is right. Since it's pure entertainment, there is no need to be so serious, so I won't talk too much!"

Yu Dechun laughed and concealed his embarrassment, and then pretended to be okay, and said: "But I didn't come empty-handed today. You see, I happened to encounter a painting these days, which is a picture of a lady. I bought it for 5.8 million, look at it."

With that, he took out a picture scroll from behind.