887 Dictatorship? ****!
Su Mohan bowed his head and said, "What are you lying about." ”
Concubine Ye's face showed a touch of pride, but after looking at the people she painted, she felt that she was far from Su Mohan, and couldn't help but speak again: "But I still think my painting is very ugly... Is it because you're so ugly? ”
Su Mohan's face froze, and he turned his head to look at Concubine Ye: "What did you say?" ”
Concubine Ye shrunk her neck and shook her head, "I said it's all my fault... Paint you so ugly......"
Su Mohan snorted lightly, didn't bother with her, took the book in her hand and looked at it carefully, and then said softly: "Do you know what is the most important thing in painting?" ”
Concubine Ye stared at her painting for a while, but she didn't think what it was.
But she felt very strange, because what she painted was obviously ugly, but it could always be seen at a glance that it was Su Mohan.
Su Mohan rubbed her head and said: "The most important thing in painting is the charm, not the skill, don't care too much about whether it is very similar, the most important thing to draw a character is to draw its charm, and to paint a scene is to draw its aura, so many people have been painting for many years, but they may not be good." ”
Concubine Ye suddenly brightened, and instantly understood why she still felt very much like Su Mohan even though she was very ugly, and immediately looked at the man in front of her with little stars in her eyes, her eyes were full of charm.
But soon, Concubine Ye was a little frustrated, because she felt that she had painted Su Mohan with great charm, but it did not necessarily mean that she really had the talent to paint, after all, she had been by Su Mohan's side for so long, and it must be easy to capture his charm in getting along day and night.
Before Su Mohan could react here, Concubine Ye shouted directly outside the door: "Chu Zheng--Chu Zheng--! ”
Su Mohan's face sank suddenly, but before he could speak, Chu Zheng had already entered the room: "Miss Ye." ”
"Who let you in? Now you can't even tell who's your boss? Su Mohan stared at Chu Zheng with gloomy eyes.
Chu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was not Su Mohan who called him at all, but Concubine Ye called himself, but he came in without the slightest hesitation......
Before Chu Zheng could give a reply here, Concubine Ye on the side said to Su Mohan dissatisfied: "Su Mohan, don't be so stingy~ Even if he is your subordinate, but he is my friend, I can't call my friend......"
Su Mohan turned his head to look at this woman who didn't know whether she was really stupid or fake, and wanted to strangle her.
"Do you dare to say it again, believe it or not......" Su Mohan's face was bruised, and he stared at Concubine Ye for a while, but he didn't hold back the following.
Concubine Ye craned her neck and looked at him, not afraid of him at all: "Why don't you call me a friend, you are a dictatorship, ****!" ”
Anyway, now in Concubine Ye's eyes, Su Mohan is now a paper tiger, except for yelling at her twice, he won't do anything to her at all.
I don't know if I'm tired of staring, Concubine Ye directly retracted her gaze and happily beckoned to Chu Zheng: "Chu Zheng, come quickly, don't pay attention to him......"
Su Mohan felt that he was about to be blown up, so he got up directly and walked to the door, stopped and looked at him deeply when he passed by Chu Zheng, and finally slammed the door out.
Originally, she thought that Su Mohan was just Concubine Ye, who was just convulsive, but when she saw him leave like this, she felt a little uneasy in her heart, not knowing what was wrong with him, why she called Chu Zheng so angry.