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In the downstairs living room, Qiao Xiaoxiao will close the curtain, turn off half of the light in the living room, leave half, and it will be dark all day.
This is because, when drawing, we should create time effect to facilitate painting.
Sitting in the corner of the living room, the man sat on the gray sofa at will. His temperament was cold, his face was handsome, his face was expressionless and indifferent.
The light of light shines on his three-dimensional facial features, with a strong sense of volume. He is dressed in a black suit.
Completely integrated with the dark environment, cold and abstinence.
He just sat there, silent, quiet, and didn't have to move.
It's a painting, a portrait of a medieval dark aristocrat.
It's perfect. There's no flaw.
Joe's little heart couldn't help beating fast, and there was a faint sense of suffocation.
I have to sigh again, how can there be such a perfect person in this world?
That cold temperament, black abstinence.
"When you've seen enough, start painting." See the girl is still looking, did not start writing, the man spoke, the voice is cold.
"I, I didn't look, I was just observing..."
She is not because of the handsome Li Ming Xiao.
She's just looking at what she's painting with a professional eye.
It's definitely not because of craziness.
"Li Ming Xiao, if you are tired, you can rest."
No matter how professional a model is, they can't stay still for five hours.
Li Ming Xiao is a big man. He must have been sitting in the office all day and didn't suffer much. Qiao Xiaoxiao didn't expect him to persist for long.
Li Ming owl can promise to be her model, she has been very happy, dare not have other extravagant hopes.
Because, Li Ming Xiao's beauty alone can throw away other students' models by 80000 meters.
At this point, there is no doubt that Joe will not.
Joe shook his head a little, removed the distractions from his mind and began to write.
Make a big shape, determine the relationship between the head, neck and shoulder, locate the position of the five senses, and modify the shape
Step by step, orderly.
It can be seen from Qiao's writing that her art skills are very good.
At the beginning, the lines are very extensive, the writing is bold, and the characteristics of the characters are also grasped accurately.
Time, little by little, Joe small but into the picture.
I'm very serious. I can't feel the passage of time.
The past hour.
The man on the sofa, still sitting, motionless, the face has always been cold and indifferent, excellent concentration.
On the blackboard, Joe's little big shape had been typed out and was ready to be colored.
Living room, a quiet, no communication, no one to speak.
In a quiet, there is a harmonious and comfortable atmosphere between the two people.
You're the man in the picture, and I'll paint for you.
Another two hours passed.
The man on the sofa is still motionless. Even his eyes, such tiny details, have not changed in general.
Space, time, in his place, seems to be stopped, still.
Qiao Xiaoxiao is still painting. On the screen, the outline and facial features of a man are basically out.
In the latter part of the time, the details of sketching are closely related. The finer the details, the better.
The pencil she used, the tip of the pen, was very sharp.
……
"Second young master, miss, have dinner." Wu Ma was on the side, afraid to disturb, quietly reminded.
"Dinner? What time is it, Ma Wu? " Hearing Wu Ma's voice, Qiao Xiaojiang raised his head from the drawing board. I don't know how long time has passed.
Joe's small painting is open and close. Her fingers are new, because she wants to wipe the picture, all of them are black by lead ink.
When her nose itches, she doesn't pay attention to it, so she uses her black fingers to touch it.
On her little white face, she has made a fool of it.
Especially nose, black, looking, lovely, there is a lovely fool.
Looking at Qiao's small appearance, Wu Ma smiles and says, "Miss, it's eleven o'clock now, and the meal is ready."
"Ah. Is it eleven o'clock? Have I been drawing for three hours? " Qiao Xiaoxiao hears Wu Ma remind, this just reacts, she actually has been drawing for so long.
But Li Ming owl, he actually maintained a posture, for three hours, did not move.
Even, the facial expression, did not appear a trace of change.
Qiao Xiaoxiao had to sigh that Li Ming's endurance was too strong.
In that respect, his ability is too strong to be believed.
Oh, Little Joe, what are you thinking, little girl!
"Li Ming Xiao, let's have a meal first. Besides, if you are tired, let's have a rest first." Joe put down his brush and asked a little worried.
Li Ming Xiao has just recovered from his serious illness. She asked him to be a model. Will it affect his body?Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaoxiao complained about herself. If Li Ming Xiao had any problems because of her, she could not forgive herself.
In fact, Qiao Xiaoxiao is not hungry, and it can not be said that she is not hungry. Instead, her desire to draw is greater than her desire to eat.
The thing that can make a foodie give up eating and go to do is enough to prove that this matter is very much liked by the foodie.
Li Ming owl's immortal appearance makes people reluctant to lose their brushes.
The more you paint, the more you want to draw, the more you want to draw the details of your face.
Looking at the little guy to hear the word "eat", the mood is not high, the man does not need to guess, she does not want to eat at this time.
In the past, she would have been the first one to rush to dinner, but today, she didn't.
Li Ming owl or to maintain the original posture, the body did not move, good-looking sexy thin lips, gently opened, "continue to draw, I am not hungry."
"Oh, then I will continue to draw, Li Ming Xiao. If you are tired, you can rest."
"Well..." The man didn't care, the expression is light, did not put the rest that the girl said in his heart.
It's a piece of cake to model a little guy.
Since Li Ming owl has spoken, Qiao Xiaoxiao is no longer affectation.
Little Joe sat down again, took up his pen, and went on drawing.
Wu Ma looks at these two people, eyes light, more and more gentle, young master and miss, really see more and more match.
With a smile on her lips, Wu Ma left the living room, conscious that she was not a light bulb.
An hour and a half later, Qiao Xiaoxiao finally finished his work and stretched out his waist, "Li Ming Xiao, you can have a rest after the painting is finished."
Looking at the painting in front of him, Qiao Xiaoxiao was more satisfied.
I don't know whether I am satisfied with my technique or with the person in the painting.
The man gets up, walks toward Qiao Xiaoxiao, flowing clouds and flowing water, without any discomfort, relaxed and natural.
Generally speaking, the general person, maintains one movement posture, does not move for a long time, the blood will not circulate, will be numb.
Obviously, the physical quality of Li Ming owl is much better than that of ordinary people.
"Let me see how it's done."
The man walked straight up and stood behind her, tall and slender, one and a half heads above her.
"Li Ming Xiao, I drew it. Is it OK?" Joe's small voice is a little nervous. What if Li Ming Xiao is not satisfied?
At this time, Qiao Xiaoxiao had forgotten that her painting wanted the satisfaction of the art teacher, but Li Ming Xiao.
Li Ming owl's house is decorated with a portrait painted by a famous master.
Here in the villa, there are many masterpieces on the wall.
Obviously, in this respect, Li Ming has certain aesthetic ability.
The man's dark eyes fell on the painting in front of him.
The man in the painting is cold and indifferent.
Very similar, very similar, just like black and white photos.
Especially the eyes, the emotions in the eyes, capture very well.
Cold, indifferent.
The whole picture is cold, dark and abstinent.
Joe looked at the man, expecting the man to say something praising.
"Not bad."
Cold man, slightly nodded, a face of light cloud.
Hearing the man's words, Joe little did not speak and waited quietly.
However, waiting, the man did not say.
Joe could not help frowning and wondering. Is that all?
Not bad?
What do you mean?
Yaya's, thanks to her still so expect, Li Ming owl this bastard unexpectedly so perfunctory her.
Li Ming owl, this bastard, doesn't know what art is!
His face was full of air. Joe turned his head and ignored the owl.
"Wash your face and get ready to eat." Seeing the appearance of Qiao's little daughter, the man's indifferent eyes showed a smile.
Painting a picture can also wipe a face of flowers, his little guy, also no one.
When Qiao Xiaoxiao heard the words of Li Ming owl, he wondered why he had to wash his face before eating?
"Li Ming Xiao, why do you wash your face? My face is not dirty. I just washed it in the morning."
Joe had to put in a little painting. She didn't know. Her face was blackened by herself.
So, at the moment, her face was blurred.
Looking at the little guy's fuzzy little appearance, Li Ming Xiao thought it was interesting.
He took out his cell phone and took a small picture of Joe.
"See for yourself." Pass the screen to Joe.
"Ah, who is this? How ugly!"
Joe looked at the photos, and make complaints about the dark spots of the photos.
but she just make complaints about it. She knows what it is like after that. How does she look familiar?
What a familiar fart!That's herself!
Joe's little reaction, a small face, hot face, just because a face of pencil ash, so can not see blushing.
At this moment, Joe has no face to stay with the owl.
She's not a good face in front of the ghost!
Joe trotted straight into the bathroom. There was a sound of water in the bathroom.
The man in the living room, looking at the runaway little guy, cool eyes, smile gradually deep.
Little Joe washed his face. When he came out to eat, his face was still red, his head bowed, and he did not dare to see a man.
Li Ming Xiao is such a jerk. She knows that he must be laughing at her.
Ah, how embarrassed!
Joe has not had this embarrassing experience in 10000 years.
In front of the others, she had such a thick skin that she didn't know what embarrassment was.
Qiao is small and mean, Li Ming Xiao, this bastard, why don't you remind her that she has to shoot it with her mobile phone.
"Li Ming Xiao, please delete the photo just now."
That picture, so humiliating, is a black spot, and it must not be left.
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In the downstairs living room, Qiao Xiaoxiao will close the curtain, turn off half of the light in the living room, leave half, and it will be dark all day.
This is because, when drawing, we should create time effect to facilitate painting.
Sitting in the corner of the living room, the man sat on the gray sofa at will. His temperament was cold, his face was handsome, his face was expressionless and indifferent.
The light of light shines on his three-dimensional facial features, with a strong sense of volume. He is dressed in a black suit.
Completely integrated with the dark environment, cold and abstinence.
He just sat there, silent, quiet, and didn't have to move.
It's a painting, a portrait of a medieval dark aristocrat.
It's perfect. There's no flaw.
Joe's little heart couldn't help beating fast, and there was a faint sense of suffocation.
I have to sigh again, how can there be such a perfect person in this world?
That cold temperament, black abstinence.
"When you've seen enough, start painting." See the girl is still looking, did not start writing, the man spoke, the voice is cold.
"I, I didn't look, I was just observing..."
She is not because of the handsome Li Ming Xiao.
She's just looking at what she's painting with a professional eye.
It's definitely not because of craziness.
"Li Ming Xiao, if you are tired, you can rest."
No matter how professional a model is, they can't stay still for five hours.
Li Ming Xiao is a big man. He must have been sitting in the office all day and didn't suffer much. Qiao Xiaoxiao didn't expect him to persist for long.
Li Ming owl can promise to be her model, she has been very happy, dare not have other extravagant hopes.
Because, Li Ming Xiao's beauty alone can throw away other students' models by 80000 meters.
At this point, there is no doubt that Joe will not.
Joe shook his head a little, removed the distractions from his mind and began to write.
Make a big shape, determine the relationship between the head, neck and shoulder, locate the position of the five senses, and modify the shape
Step by step, orderly.
It can be seen from Qiao's writing that her art skills are very good.
At the beginning, the lines are very extensive, the writing is bold, and the characteristics of the characters are also grasped accurately.
Time, little by little, Joe small but into the picture.
I'm very serious. I can't feel the passage of time.
The past hour.
The man on the sofa, still sitting, motionless, the face has always been cold and indifferent, excellent concentration.
On the blackboard, Joe's little big shape had been typed out and was ready to be colored.
Living room, a quiet, no communication, no one to speak.
In a quiet, there is a harmonious and comfortable atmosphere between the two people.
You're the man in the picture, and I'll paint for you.
Another two hours passed.
The man on the sofa is still motionless. Even his eyes, such tiny details, have not changed in general.
Space, time, in his place, seems to be stopped, still.
Qiao Xiaoxiao is still painting. On the screen, the outline and facial features of a man are basically out.
In the latter part of the time, the details of sketching are closely related. The finer the details, the better.
The pencil she used, the tip of the pen, was very sharp.
……
"Second young master, miss, have dinner." Wu Ma was on the side, afraid to disturb, quietly reminded.
"Dinner? What time is it, Ma Wu? " Hearing Wu Ma's voice, Qiao Xiaojiang raised his head from the drawing board. I don't know how long time has passed.
Joe's small painting is open and close. Her fingers are new, because she wants to wipe the picture, all of them are black by lead ink.
When her nose itches, she doesn't pay attention to it, so she uses her black fingers to touch it.
On her little white face, she has made a fool of it.
Especially nose, black, looking, lovely, there is a lovely fool.
Looking at Qiao's small appearance, Wu Ma smiles and says, "Miss, it's eleven o'clock now, and the meal is ready."
"Ah. Is it eleven o'clock? Have I been drawing for three hours? " Qiao Xiaoxiao hears Wu Ma remind, this just reacts, she actually has been drawing for so long.
But Li Ming owl, he actually maintained a posture, for three hours, did not move.
Even, the facial expression, did not appear a trace of change.
Qiao Xiaoxiao had to sigh that Li Ming's endurance was too strong.
In that respect, his ability is too strong to be believed.
Oh, Little Joe, what are you thinking, little girl!
"Li Ming Xiao, let's have a meal first. Besides, if you are tired, let's have a rest first." Joe put down his brush and asked a little worried.
Li Ming Xiao has just recovered from his serious illness. She asked him to be a model. Will it affect his body?Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaoxiao complained about herself. If Li Ming Xiao had any problems because of her, she could not forgive herself.
In fact, Qiao Xiaoxiao is not hungry, and it can not be said that she is not hungry. Instead, her desire to draw is greater than her desire to eat.
The thing that can make a foodie give up eating and go to do is enough to prove that this matter is very much liked by the foodie.
Li Ming owl's immortal appearance makes people reluctant to lose their brushes.
The more you paint, the more you want to draw, the more you want to draw the details of your face.
Looking at the little guy to hear the word "eat", the mood is not high, the man does not need to guess, she does not want to eat at this time.
In the past, she would have been the first one to rush to dinner, but today, she didn't.
Li Ming owl or to maintain the original posture, the body did not move, good-looking sexy thin lips, gently opened, "continue to draw, I am not hungry."
"Oh, then I will continue to draw, Li Ming Xiao. If you are tired, you can rest."
"Well..." The man didn't care, the expression is light, did not put the rest that the girl said in his heart.
It's a piece of cake to model a little guy.
Since Li Ming owl has spoken, Qiao Xiaoxiao is no longer affectation.
Little Joe sat down again, took up his pen, and went on drawing.
Wu Ma looks at these two people, eyes light, more and more gentle, young master and miss, really see more and more match.
With a smile on her lips, Wu Ma left the living room, conscious that she was not a light bulb.
An hour and a half later, Qiao Xiaoxiao finally finished his work and stretched out his waist, "Li Ming Xiao, you can have a rest after the painting is finished."
Looking at the painting in front of him, Qiao Xiaoxiao was more satisfied.
I don't know whether I am satisfied with my technique or with the person in the painting.
The man gets up, walks toward Qiao Xiaoxiao, flowing clouds and flowing water, without any discomfort, relaxed and natural.
Generally speaking, the general person, maintains one movement posture, does not move for a long time, the blood will not circulate, will be numb.
Obviously, the physical quality of Li Ming owl is much better than that of ordinary people.
"Let me see how it's done."
The man walked straight up and stood behind her, tall and slender, one and a half heads above her.
"Li Ming Xiao, I drew it. Is it OK?" Joe's small voice is a little nervous. What if Li Ming Xiao is not satisfied?
At this time, Qiao Xiaoxiao had forgotten that her painting wanted the satisfaction of the art teacher, but Li Ming Xiao.
Li Ming owl's house is decorated with a portrait painted by a famous master.
Here in the villa, there are many masterpieces on the wall.
Obviously, in this respect, Li Ming has certain aesthetic ability.
The man's dark eyes fell on the painting in front of him.
The man in the painting is cold and indifferent.
Very similar, very similar, just like black and white photos.
Especially the eyes, the emotions in the eyes, capture very well.
Cold, indifferent.
The whole picture is cold, dark and abstinent.
Joe looked at the man, expecting the man to say something praising.
"Not bad."
Cold man, slightly nodded, a face of light cloud.
Hearing the man's words, Joe little did not speak and waited quietly.
However, waiting, the man did not say.
Joe could not help frowning and wondering. Is that all?
Not bad?
What do you mean?
Yaya's, thanks to her still so expect, Li Ming owl this bastard unexpectedly so perfunctory her.
Li Ming owl, this bastard, doesn't know what art is!
His face was full of air. Joe turned his head and ignored the owl.
"Wash your face and get ready to eat." Seeing the appearance of Qiao's little daughter, the man's indifferent eyes showed a smile.
Painting a picture can also wipe a face of flowers, his little guy, also no one.
When Qiao Xiaoxiao heard the words of Li Ming owl, he wondered why he had to wash his face before eating?
"Li Ming Xiao, why do you wash your face? My face is not dirty. I just washed it in the morning."
Joe had to put in a little painting. She didn't know. Her face was blackened by herself.
So, at the moment, her face was blurred.
Looking at the little guy's fuzzy little appearance, Li Ming Xiao thought it was interesting.
He took out his cell phone and took a small picture of Joe.
"See for yourself." Pass the screen to Joe.
"Ah, who is this? How ugly!"
Joe looked at the photos, and make complaints about the dark spots of the photos.
but she just make complaints about it. She knows what it is like after that. How does she look familiar?
What a familiar fart!That's herself!
Joe's little reaction, a small face, hot face, just because a face of pencil ash, so can not see blushing.
At this moment, Joe has no face to stay with the owl.
She's not a good face in front of the ghost!
Joe trotted straight into the bathroom. There was a sound of water in the bathroom.
The man in the living room, looking at the runaway little guy, cool eyes, smile gradually deep.
Little Joe washed his face. When he came out to eat, his face was still red, his head bowed, and he did not dare to see a man.
Li Ming Xiao is such a jerk. She knows that he must be laughing at her.
Ah, how embarrassed!
Joe has not had this embarrassing experience in 10000 years.
In front of the others, she had such a thick skin that she didn't know what embarrassment was.
Qiao is small and mean, Li Ming Xiao, this bastard, why don't you remind her that she has to shoot it with her mobile phone.
"Li Ming Xiao, please delete the photo just now."
That picture, so humiliating, is a black spot, and it must not be left.
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In the downstairs living room, Qiao Xiaoxiao will close the curtain, turn off half of the light in the living room, leave half, and it will be dark all day. This is because, when drawing, we should create time effect to facilitate painting. Sitting in the corner of the living room, the man sat on the gray sofa at will. His temperament was cold, his face was handsome, his face was expressionless and indifferent. The light of light shines on his three-dimensional facial features, with a strong sense of volume. He is dressed in a black suit. Completely integrated with the dark environment, cold and abstinence. He just sat there, silent, quiet, and didn't have to move. It's a painting, a portrait of a medieval dark aristocrat. It's perfect. There's no flaw. Joe's little heart couldn't help beating fast, and there was a faint sense of suffocation. I have to sigh again, how can there be such a perfect person in this world? That cold temperament, black abstinence. "When you've seen enough, start painting." See the girl is still looking, did not start writing, the man spoke, the voice is cold. "I, I didn't look, I was just observing..." She is not because of the handsome Li Ming Xiao. She's just looking at what she's painting with a professional eye. It's definitely not because of craziness. "Li Ming Xiao, if you are tired, you can rest." No matter how professional a model is, they can't stay still for five hours. Li Ming Xiao is a big man. He must have been sitting in the office all day and didn't suffer much. Qiao Xiaoxiao didn't expect him to persist for long. Li Ming owl can promise to be her model, she has been very happy, dare not have other extravagant hopes. Because, Li Ming Xiao's beauty alone can throw away other students' models by 80000 meters. At this point, there is no doubt that Joe will not. Joe shook his head a little, removed the distractions from his mind and began to write. Make a big shape, determine the relationship between the head, neck and shoulder, locate the position of the five senses, and modify the shape Step by step, orderly. It can be seen from Qiao's writing that her art skills are very good. At the beginning, the lines are very extensive, the writing is bold, and the characteristics of the characters are also grasped accurately. Time, little by little, Joe small but into the picture. I'm very serious. I can't feel the passage of time. The past hour. The man on the sofa, still sitting, motionless, the face has always been cold and indifferent, excellent concentration. On the blackboard, Joe's little big shape had been typed out and was ready to be colored. Living room, a quiet, no communication, no one to speak. In a quiet, there is a harmonious and comfortable atmosphere between the two people. You're the man in the picture, and I'll paint for you. Another two hours passed. The man on the sofa is still motionless. Even his eyes, such tiny details, have not changed in general. Space, time, in his place, seems to be stopped, still. Qiao Xiaoxiao is still painting. On the screen, the outline and facial features of a man are basically out. In the latter part of the time, the details of sketching are closely related. The finer the details, the better. The pencil she used, the tip of the pen, was very sharp. "Second young master, miss, have dinner." Wu Ma was on the side, afraid to disturb, quietly reminded. "Dinner? What time is it, Ma Wu? " Hearing Wu Ma's voice, Qiao Xiaojiang raised his head from the drawing board. I don't know how long time has passed. Joe's small painting is open and close. Her fingers are new, because she wants to wipe the picture, all of them are black by lead ink. When her nose itches, she doesn't pay attention to it, so she uses her black fingers to touch it. On her little white face, she has made a fool of it. Especially nose, black, looking, lovely, there is a lovely fool. Looking at Qiao's small appearance, Wu Ma smiles and says, "Miss, it's eleven o'clock now, and the meal is ready." "Ah. Is it eleven o'clock? Have I been drawing for three hours? " Qiao Xiaoxiao hears Wu Ma remind, this just reacts, she actually has been drawing for so long. But Li Ming owl, he actually maintained a posture, for three hours, did not move. Even, the facial expression, did not appear a trace of change. Qiao Xiaoxiao had to sigh that Li Ming's endurance was too strong. In that respect, his ability is too strong to be believed. Oh, Little Joe, what are you thinking, little girl! "Li Ming Xiao, let's have a meal first. Besides, if you are tired, let's have a rest first." Joe put down his brush and asked a little worried. Li Ming Xiao has just recovered from his serious illness. She asked him to be a model. Will it affect his body?Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaoxiao complained about herself. If Li Ming Xiao had any problems because of her, she could not forgive herself. In fact, Qiao Xiaoxiao is not hungry, and it can not be said that she is not hungry. Instead, her desire to draw is greater than her desire to eat. The thing that can make a foodie give up eating and go to do is enough to prove that this matter is very much liked by the foodie. Li Ming owl's immortal appearance makes people reluctant to lose their brushes. The more you paint, the more you want to draw, the more you want to draw the details of your face. Looking at the little guy to hear the word "eat", the mood is not high, the man does not need to guess, she does not want to eat at this time. In the past, she would have been the first one to rush to dinner, but today, she didn't. Li Ming owl or to maintain the original posture, the body did not move, good-looking sexy thin lips, gently opened, "continue to draw, I am not hungry." "Oh, then I will continue to draw, Li Ming Xiao. If you are tired, you can rest." "Well..." The man didn't care, the expression is light, did not put the rest that the girl said in his heart. It's a piece of cake to model a little guy. Since Li Ming owl has spoken, Qiao Xiaoxiao is no longer affectation. Little Joe sat down again, took up his pen, and went on drawing. Wu Ma looks at these two people, eyes light, more and more gentle, young master and miss, really see more and more match. With a smile on her lips, Wu Ma left the living room, conscious that she was not a light bulb. An hour and a half later, Qiao Xiaoxiao finally finished his work and stretched out his waist, "Li Ming Xiao, you can have a rest after the painting is finished." Looking at the painting in front of him, Qiao Xiaoxiao was more satisfied. I don't know whether I am satisfied with my technique or with the person in the painting. The man gets up, walks toward Qiao Xiaoxiao, flowing clouds and flowing water, without any discomfort, relaxed and natural. Generally speaking, the general person, maintains one movement posture, does not move for a long time, the blood will not circulate, will be numb. Obviously, the physical quality of Li Ming owl is much better than that of ordinary people. "Let me see how it's done." The man walked straight up and stood behind her, tall and slender, one and a half heads above her. "Li Ming Xiao, I drew it. Is it OK?" Joe's small voice is a little nervous. What if Li Ming Xiao is not satisfied? At this time, Qiao Xiaoxiao had forgotten that her painting wanted the satisfaction of the art teacher, but Li Ming Xiao. Li Ming owl's house is decorated with a portrait painted by a famous master. Here in the villa, there are many masterpieces on the wall. Obviously, in this respect, Li Ming has certain aesthetic ability. The man's dark eyes fell on the painting in front of him. The man in the painting is cold and indifferent. Very similar, very similar, just like black and white photos. Especially the eyes, the emotions in the eyes, capture very well. Cold, indifferent. The whole picture is cold, dark and abstinent. Joe looked at the man, expecting the man to say something praising. "Not bad." Cold man, slightly nodded, a face of light cloud. Hearing the man's words, Joe little did not speak and waited quietly. However, waiting, the man did not say. Joe could not help frowning and wondering. Is that all? Not bad? What do you mean? Yaya's, thanks to her still so expect, Li Ming owl this bastard unexpectedly so perfunctory her. Li Ming owl, this bastard, doesn't know what art is! His face was full of air. Joe turned his head and ignored the owl. "Wash your face and get ready to eat." Seeing the appearance of Qiao's little daughter, the man's indifferent eyes showed a smile. Painting a picture can also wipe a face of flowers, his little guy, also no one. When Qiao Xiaoxiao heard the words of Li Ming owl, he wondered why he had to wash his face before eating? "Li Ming Xiao, why do you wash your face? My face is not dirty. I just washed it in the morning." Joe had to put in a little painting. She didn't know. Her face was blackened by herself. So, at the moment, her face was blurred. Looking at the little guy's fuzzy little appearance, Li Ming Xiao thought it was interesting. He took out his cell phone and took a small picture of Joe. "See for yourself." Pass the screen to Joe. "Ah, who is this? How ugly!" Joe looked at the photos, and make complaints about the dark spots of the photos. but she just make complaints about it. She knows what it is like after that. How does she look familiar? What a familiar fart!That's herself! Joe's little reaction, a small face, hot face, just because a face of pencil ash, so can not see blushing. At this moment, Joe has no face to stay with the owl. She's not a good face in front of the ghost! Joe trotted straight into the bathroom. There was a sound of water in the bathroom. The man in the living room, looking at the runaway little guy, cool eyes, smile gradually deep. Little Joe washed his face. When he came out to eat, his face was still red, his head bowed, and he did not dare to see a man. Li Ming Xiao is such a jerk. She knows that he must be laughing at her. Ah, how embarrassed! Joe has not had this embarrassing experience in 10000 years. In front of the others, she had such a thick skin that she didn't know what embarrassment was. Qiao is small and mean, Li Ming Xiao, this bastard, why don't you remind her that she has to shoot it with her mobile phone. "Li Ming Xiao, please delete the photo just now." That picture, so humiliating, is a black spot, and it must not be left. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
