Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

"White boiled water." The teenager was in a wheelchair, slightly leaning over her face and looking at her.

Shen Mubai was helpless, and he seriously looked at him. "This is not the case, Master Bai Mo, you have to try to accept some other food, or your body will not be able to withstand it sooner or later."

"But I can't eat those things." The young man picked up his lip line, not too slow.

No matter what you say, the feeling he gives you is always gentle like a spring breeze. It seems to be very easy to get along with. In fact, it is very difficult for you to change and incite the ideas of such people.

Shen Mubai couldn't help but have some headaches, but if she continued to persuade, it would only be counterproductive, so she shifted the topic. "Are we going out for a walk?"

"It’s out of the sun." The boy’s voice was warm. He took the look outside and returned, and continued, “I want to paint today.”

“Drawing?” Shen Mubai was surprised.

"The second room on the right side of the second floor is my studio." Chu Bai ink showed a smile.

Thinking of the other's family, there are talents, there is nothing strange about painting. Shen Mubai couldn't help but praise it. "The young master of white ink is really powerful."

"In your eyes, is painting very powerful?" the other party asked in a smiley tone.

Shen Mubai thought that he was laughing at himself and muttered, "I don't paint when I was young, I think people who draw pictures are very powerful."

"Yes?" The other party whispered, and did not know what to say later, she could not hear.

Pushing open the door of the studio, the setting inside is very luxurious.

She pushed Chu Baiyin in, and then glanced around, clean and spotless, not like someone who often came.

The paintings are quite complete, but there is nothing on the white paper.

"Young Master, I want to take a look at your paintings." She was a bit curious, what the other party's painting looks like.

"I have already thrown it." The gentle smile on the boy's face is perfect and flawless.

Shen Mubai stunned, "Why did you throw it?"

"Because those are fakes." Chu Bai Mo looked at the humanity in front of him.

Every time the other party leaves, he will stay in the studio for a long time, but always feel that something is missing and can't get off the pen.

Until this person stood in front of him, the emotions that rushed in his chest swallowed him like a flood.

Chu Baimo slowly crossed the wheelchair and opened the canvas.

Shen Mubai quickly followed the past, "Do you need my help?"

Chu Baimo said gently, "If I ask you to be a model?"

Shen Mubai is embarrassed, "Do I have this qualification?"

Usually the people who can afford the model are all in good condition, let alone the heirs of the Chu family.

"Of course." In my heart, no one is more qualified than you.

The teenager smiled and the light brown eyes were unusually mild.

The other party said this, she did not need to continue to shirk, Shen Mubai looked at himself, felt that wearing too simplistic, could not help but say, "Do I need to change a dress?"

"This is good." Chu Baimo watched her, suppressed the greed and desire of the eyes, and then reached for the brush.

Shen Mubai was sitting nervously. "Can I move?"

"Yes." The teenager looked at her and immediately lowered her eyelids. In the place where she could not see, the throat rolled.

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