The Cold President's Best Master

These people were all talking. They didn't think that Lu Chong was like a master of traditional Chinese painting just now. What came out at last was such a nondescript thing.

The woman Liu Yanyan, who was dressed up as a demon, came forward and looked at the pattern. She skimmed her thin mouth: "I thought that the dead migrant worker was very good at pretending to be forced, but I didn't expect it to become a bad pen in the end."

She originally thought that the dead migrant worker wanted to draw a picture on Lin Xiaoyu's skirt and take the opportunity to turn bad things into good things. Unexpectedly, he was not skilled and could not control such a difficult thing. Finally, he painted a tiger instead of a dog, which made him laugh and generous.

Lin Xiaoyu also waited expectantly for Lu Chong to draw a beautiful picture, but unexpectedly, such a situation occurred. She quickly comforted Lu Chong in a soft voice: "Lu Chong, it's okay, so I like it very much!"

Lu Chong smiled faintly: "wait a minute, let you witness miracles!"

Lin Xiaoyu's smart big eyes suddenly widened and looked at Lu Chong with hope. She knew that Lu Chong never talked big. What he said every time later became a fact.

Seeing the waitress standing aside, Lu Chong waved to her, "do you have a hair dryer?"

The waitress wondered. Lin Xiaoyu was splashed with so much red wine and wet. She should change her clothes quickly. She just dried it with a hair dryer. Her white skirt was still dirty. But since the guest asked, she didn't ask much, so she quickly took the call to blow the hair and handed it to Lu Chong.

Lu Chong took the hair dryer from the beauty waiter and looked at the people who ridiculed him just now. With a faint smile, he seemed to ridicule a group of big idiots with no eyes. No, he didn't seem, he was just ridiculing that they were a group of big idiots with no eyes.

Seeing his smile, the group of idiots were all angry and went back one after another: "who does he think he is, and why does he look at us like that?"

"Is the dead migrant worker stupid? Even if he dried it with a hair dryer, the skirt is still dirty. Now he should hurry to take Xiaoyu to change his clothes! What are you blowing?"

"This guy is a bitch. His girlfriend is full of red wine and wet. He still has time to show his face to us! He doesn't hurt at all!"

"A broken migrant worker, you still expect him to have mercy on her!"

"He's putting on airs. Does he think the picture will be better if he blows it?"

When Lu Chong plugged in the hair dryer, a billowing heat wave came out of the hair dryer, drying Lin Xiaoyu's white skirt slowly, and the pattern formed by the wine stains left on the skirt appeared completely.

As the pattern became more and more complete and clear, everyone was angry and tongue tied. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Their eyes opened wider and wider, their mouths grew longer and bigger, and they could almost swallow their fists. Some people with glasses almost broke their glasses.

The white skirt first shows a pair of fire red claws. The color on the claws has a sense of hierarchy, deep and light, and outlines the fierce claws. With the emergence of claws, pieces of fire red feathers emerge, and then form a complete wing, followed by a fire red arrogant bird head.

With the hot wind of the hair dryer, the patterns on the white skirt became clearer and more complete. Finally, all the complete patterns appeared, like a legendary holy beast, Phoenix, fire phoenix!

Looking at the dazzling picture, everyone's eyes here were full of surprise, and some women covered their mouths in amazement: "God, how could this happen..."

Liu Yanyan can't believe her eyes. It's incredible that a broken migrant worker can make such a picture!

She thought it was the hallucination caused by her smoking too much poison. She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully.

The dazzling pattern is still in front of us. It is not a pheasant or a big carving, but a Phoenix, a phoenix only existing in the legend, and a fire phoenix. The whole body is red without any other colors. The Phoenix's body feathers are all outlined by the depth of wine stains, which looks very three-dimensional, It's like a real fire phoenix flying in the air.

Not to mention, around the Phoenix, there are some flames painted with red wine stains, rising constantly, setting off the fire phoenix, as if nirvana in the fire.

"It's so beautiful! Why so beautiful! It's just like real, lifelike!"

"Yes, it's much more beautiful than those Fire Phoenix made with special effects on TV!"

"If I hadn't seen him painting, I would have thought it was fake!"

"God, this is definitely a master's handwriting. I can't believe it. It's incredible that a broken migrant worker can describe it!"

The women who had just scornfully ridiculed Lu Chong and Lin Xiaoyu praised one after another and looked at Lin Xiaoyu's skirt with envy.

The men who tried to stop Lu Chong from drawing just now all threw warm admiring eyes at Lin Xiaoyu.

Lin Xiaoyu was originally very beautiful and outstanding. Now she is even more magnificent with Huofeng dress. Compared with a actress who appeared at the Cannes Film Festival in a Dragon Robe, after all, the actress depends on speculation. Where is Lin Xiaoyu's purity.

"Xiaoyu, Lu Chong turned decay into magic. Your skirt is so beautiful now. It's unexpected that your boyfriend is so powerful and can be compared with a master of traditional Chinese painting!" Hao Lili also looked at Lin Xiaoyu with a surprised face and her eyes were full of envy. Before, she always felt that she was different from Lin Xiaoyu in peony and orchid, each with its own beauty, Now, she has to admit that Lin Xiaoyu in this Phoenix dress is much more beautiful than her, and even kills many beautiful stars. She is not jealous of Lin Xiaoyu. It's just a pity that she doesn't have such a talented boyfriend as Lu Chong.

Lin Xiaoyu had been uneasy just now. Now her good friends say so sincerely. A touch of bright red appears on her beautiful face. Her hands can't help holding Lu Chong's arms tightly, and her expression is filled with great excitement and sweetness.

At this time, Liu Yanyan, who was dressed in a famous brand and looked evil, glanced and snorted coldly with disdain: "what Phoenix, why can't I see it? I think it's just a pheasant! That skirt is just a stall, and 100 yuan is not worth it. Even if it's painted with a golden chicken, it's still cheap!"

Just now, the magnificent women who praised the fire phoenix were recalled by Liu Yanyan's words. They immediately restored their original acrimony and said one after another: "I see, it's not a chicken, it's clearly a sparrow, a sparrow that can never fly to the branches and become a phoenix!"

"It's not a chicken, it's a chicken, it's not a domestic chicken, it's a pheasant. It's just right to wear it on taibanhua. If taibanhua thinks it's too hard to be a salesman, he'll change his career to be a chicken. It's not so tired!"

Just now Lin Xiaoyu became the focus of the public, which aroused the strong jealousy of these women. They were so jealous that they began to ridicule and even abuse unscrupulously and without a bottom line.