Ouyang Ye smiles affably and asks, "what do you say?"

Luo Xiaoxiao wants to cry without tears: "president, this is really an accident!"

"Oh Ouyang Ye gave a dispensable reply, reached for the paper, flicked it, and casually praised it: "it's a good painting."

It seems that I have indulged her too much recently, and let her mind have time to think so wildly.

Remembering her inexplicable laughter this morning, Ouyang ye still has something he doesn't understand.

Luo Xiaoxiao replied: "thank you for your praise". After that, he responded and shook his head quickly: "no, no, President, listen to me!"

"Go ahead." Ouyang Ye sips his coffee.

"Cough, it's like this." Luo Xiaoxiao coughed twice and began to ramble: "because President, you have always been such a wise weapon in my heart. Yu xuan'ang stands out from the crowd and is outstanding..."

Luo xiaobala said a lot of words that she felt puzzled about. After confirming that Ouyang Ye's face had not changed, she concluded: "it's just the so-called thinking every day and dreaming at night, so..."

Ouyang Ye looked at the paper and sighed with profound meaning: "so I am such an image in your heart."

"No!" Luo small a face is positive color, "this is last night I dream of your image."

Luo Xiaoxiao continued without breathing: "president, have you ever heard that dreams are all against you?"

After that, she reached for the paper and put it on the table. Her face was solemn and serious. She said in a way of appreciating antiques: "president, if you look at these eyes, you must be inviolable in reality. If you look at the corners of your mouth, you can know that your reality must be elegant and fickle, and you look at your nose..."

Luo Xiaoxiao feels that he has used all the words of his life and commented on Ouyang Ye's whole body.

Then I deeply realized the true meaning of the sentence "hate less when books are used".

Ouyang Ye patiently listened to her nonsense, and then said with a smile: "I can't see that I'm so perfect in your heart."

"It must be!" Luo Xiaoxiao has a positive face: "president, you are the most perfect in my heart!"

"In that case..." Ouyang Ye pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth: "you drew a picture for me, and I'll do the same for you."

"Always President, this is not necessary. " What Luo doesn't want is to refuse.

"Why not? It's called reciprocity. Don't worry, I can draw." Ouyang Ye comforts her kindly.

Lo shivered a little.

President, why your comfort makes me feel more uncertain.

"Or..." "You don't trust me? In that case, what you just said... "

Before he finished, Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly interrupted: "no! I believe the chief executive's job is to draw. Come on

Looking at Luo Xiaoxiao's heroic death, Ouyang ye can't help laughing.

"You go there," he said casually

Luo small pie pie pie mouth, the heart is not willing to be reluctant to walk over.

"Take your pot of meat and lift it up."

Luo Xiaoxiao did it inexplicably.

"A little bit behind the right leg, a little bit on the left side of the arm, a little bit on the right side..." Until Ouyang Ye turns Luo's little body into a half twist, it looks very elegant. In fact, the most exhausting posture is to be satisfied and shut up.

"That's it. Keep this position." Ouyang Ye drags a piece of paper slowly.

Luo Xiaoxiao didn't feel anything at the beginning. Five minutes later, he began to have backache and arm pain.

Ten minutes later, she couldn't stand it any more: "president, are you ok?"

"What's the hurry?" Ouyang Ye takes no time to outline: "this kind of thing is not urgent."

"But I'm sore all over now." Luo Xiaoxiao said that he was very aggrieved.

"You mean you don't want to be this model?" Ouyang Ye raises his head and asks calmly.

"No!" Luo small sensitive sense of this calm words hidden under the kind of "if you say a word no, I'll kill you" deep meaning.

Compared with Xiaoming, backache is nothing!

"Then be good."

After another ten minutes, Luo's little body began to tremble, "president, are you almost there? I, I really can't

Ouyang Ye takes a look at Luo Xiaoxiao's state and estimates that the lesson is almost the same, so he waves mercifully: "OK.".

Luo Xiaoru is in amnesty. He pours on the table. His muscles ache and he doesn't want to move a finger.

When Yu Guang sees Ouyang Ye putting the paper away, Luo Xiaoxiao can't control his curiosity: "what do you draw me like, President? Let me see, too. "

Ouyang Ye doesn't look at her either. He refuses: "No.""Why?" Luo small quit: "you draw me, why don't you let me see?"

With a cold smile, Ouyang ye asked, "didn't I see what you drew?"

Luo small indignation: "you hand is not it?"

Ouyang Ye picked his eyebrows: "I found it myself. If you want to see it, you can take it yourself."

"You Luo's short stories are silent.

Not to mention their identities, but their size and strength. It's a matter of minutes for Ouyang ye to crush her. How can she have a chance!

"Little, I've come to see you!" At the time of the stalemate, Chu, who arrived before the voice, pushed the door.

Directly without strabismus, he went to Luo Xiaoxiao and took the things in his hand to Luo Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, guess what it is?"

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the food box in front of him speechless, and finally decided to cooperate with him, so he was very surprised and said: "Wow! What is this

"Little..." Chu is frivolous but with a kind of look at the eyes of an idiot to see her: "this is a food box, inside of course is to eat, your head is all right?"

Then he reached over and touched her forehead.

Luo Xiaoxiao

She shouldn't have thought of sympathizing with this asshole!

Ouyang ye can't help laughing.

"I brought you porridge." Aware of Luo small face is not good, Chu frivolous knowledge of the change of topic, open the food box: "you see how?"

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the dark ball inside, hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "this Is this porridge

"Yes." Chu frivolous face of course, put out the so-called porridge in front of Luo small: "you don't see it looks bad, in fact, the taste is very good!"