Chapter 19

"Describe it to me. I'll draw a picture for you immediately with pencil and sketch paper. Go back to the bedside and observe it everyday. It's good for promoting hormone secretion. It's more conducive to your harmony and create a better tomorrow. "

"Poof..."

Ji Qianchen is very ungovernable.

It's a mistake to call this girl out to drink.

"If you're shy, you'd better paint by yourself later. Anyway, your painting skills are no worse than mine."

"Die." Ji Qianchen lost a white eye.

"Haha, you blush. By the way, how about your husband's size? If it's not, your lifelong bliss will be gone."

Size -

this girl can even say it.

It's worthy of being a dirty old woman.

However, she thought about it carefully.

The calendar told him last night.

What's that about him! It's really big.

Now, the body still feels pain.

"Haha, I know it's not small if you indulge too much!"

Cheng Cheng Cheng chuckles and pours a mouthful of wine.

"You are so indulgent. Can you decorate your mind with clean things? No wonder no one wants to drive the train all day. "

Ji Qianchen is full of black lines and pokes the pain of mid-range orange.

"It's not normal for a freelancer like me who doesn't go out for five out of seven days without a man."

"I know. It's normal to hide under the covers and watch movies for five out of seven days. Ha ha." Ji Qianchen returns with strength.

Cheng Cheng Cheng is blown up by the sweat of Qi: "dead girl, I want to break up with you."

"If you don't make it, you're afraid of a ball."

"Mrs. Ling, you can bear it, but I still want to know how you and Ling Xiaohan got together. I haven't contacted each other for several years in the Ming Dynasty. How can we get married in a flash? I didn't even think of my aunt as a bridesmaid. You are too much."

Cheng extended his hand to lift the short hair covering his eyebrows and eyes behind his ears, and continued to torture Ji Qianchen.

"I'm afraid you'll get mad if I ask you to come out. But the bridesmaid didn't take it for granted. I'll give you some money." Ji Qianchen held out his hand to her and a trace of sarcasm flashed around his mouth.

"You know I'm poor, woman."

"Shut up if you are poor. You are not qualified to torture me here."

"Woman, you have become a refined woman, do you know?"

Two people are chatting jokingly, while drinking in the sea.

Cheng Cheng's phone rings suddenly. It's from the editor.

After hanging up the phone, she picked up her bag to go: "Qianchen, I can't drink with you. My editor chased my family with a knife and asked for a cartoon. You're OK. Take it easy. Don't drink too much Doha."

"I can't bear to see you when I die." Ji Qianchen gave her a white eye and watched her go out.

She was left alone. The elegant environment and soothing music in the bar lingered in her ears.

Ji Qianchen suddenly felt bored, and there was no place to vent the boredom in his chest.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

For everyone who has studied art, he can always pick up the brush anytime and anywhere and outline everything in his mind.

Open the bag and take out a picture book and a pencil.

The brush drew on the book.

She outlined a man's outline, narrow Phoenix eyes, thin hair, handsome facial features

Time passes by minute by second.

It was already dark.

Her masterpiece finally came to an end two hours later.