Concubine Ye stared at him and lost her mind, the sun shone on him, enveloping him, and her whole body seemed to exude a pale golden light.

Because he was carrying the sun on his back, his body pulled a shadow on the table and the ground, and from Concubine Ye's point of view, his side face was bathed in the sun, and even the fluff on his face could be seen clearly, as if it would glow.

Concubine Ye casually took the book placed at the head of the bed, turned to the front page, found a place with a lot of blank space, and gently outlined his outline with a black ballpoint pen.

The temperature of the fingertips gradually merged with the paper, and the paintbrush in Concubine Ye's hand seemed to be full of life, she frowned slightly, and there was a rare seriousness in her expression, and she didn't even need to look up at the man, his figure was already deeply imprinted in her mind.

From shallow to deep, understated, it didn't take long for Su Mohan's appearance to jump on the page, and she seemed to have become the creator of life at this moment, and a solemnity and solemnity rose from the bottom of her heart for no reason.

The time of the afternoon passed quickly, until more than an hour later, Su Mohan looked up at Concubine Ye in some surprise, she sat on the bed, lowered her head and wrote and drew in the notebook, the ordinary ballpoint pen seemed to become luminous because she held it in her hand, so that he couldn't wait to turn into a pen and be held by her in those soft pancreas.

Su Mohan was a little surprised by her rare quiet and well-behaved, she didn't make noise for so long, and immediately put down the contract in her hand, got up and walked in front of Concubine Ye.

Concubine Ye still lowered her head intently, as if she didn't notice his approach at all.

Su Mohan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

What for?

So focused.

You must know that Concubine Ye, this little thing is very abrasive, she has tossed him enough every day for the past few days, and only when she is asleep can he take the time to come out to deal with business, I didn't expect to be so well-behaved today.

"Ah--!h Concubine Ye's notebook on the mat was suddenly taken away, and the black ballpoint pen drew a long path on it.

"Su Mohan--! You give me ......"

Seeing Su Mohan snatching the book in her hand, Concubine Ye's expression was a little anxious.

Su Mohan turned around and took the notebook and looked at it carefully, and at a glance he saw himself painted on the homepage, the self in the photo pursed his lips slightly, his face was cold, half of his face was in the shadows, wearing a suit, and he was looking down at the documents on the table.

Su Mohan turned his head, looked at Concubine Ye, and asked a nonsense that he himself thought was nonsense: "You painted it?" ”

"You give it to me!" Concubine Ye's face was slightly red, and she didn't know when he came over.

Su Mohan raised his eyebrows and put the notebook aside, grabbed Concubine Ye's little hand that had not fully recovered and looked at it repeatedly, and couldn't help but say, "It's unbelievable, your pig's trotters still have some talent for painting." ”

Concubine Ye snorted lightly and withdrew her hand, seemingly dissatisfied with the evaluation he gave herself.

However, the two words of talent that Su Mohan said were really not perfunctory to Concubine Ye, I don't know if even God thinks that her jade hands are clumsy, so she finally made up for her with her talent for painting, or because Concubine Ye's mother was keen on painting back then, so Concubine Ye inherited her talent.

After pretending for a while, Concubine Ye couldn't help it, reached out and took the notebook, flipped to the homepage and read it carefully, and then took the initiative to say to Su Mohan: "I'm really talented in painting?" ”