Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Then...

Thinking of this, Zi Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

She immediately took out her mobile phone and called Pei Yuanchen.

...

Pei Yuanchen actually did not go far.

There is a tunnel on the way from the courtyard of the art school to the school gate.

When he walked here, he stopped, because the students' graffiti on both sides of the tunnel was colorful, and at first glance it was quite impactful.

He carefully read the whole graffiti of the tunnel, and finally saw a new painting in a corner.

Her paintings are bold, lively and warm, just like her.

Pei Yuanchen didn't know much about art. If it weren't for He Ziyi, he might not go to a gallery or art gallery in his life.

He laughed, and he reached out and gently stroked the signature in the corner.

Ziyi.

The son is home, IKEA.

Behind this sentence is the famous sentence "Hold the hand and grow old together".

Pei Yuanchen suddenly snorted at the bottom of his heart, as if mocking his hypocrisy.

...He actually remembered two such poetic poems.

Only this woman has this ability, so quickly, it has had such a big impact on him.

However, no matter how many IKEA IKEA women are, it is destined to belong to him.

The foot that has stepped out should have been recovered.

The man tightened his lips and retracted his hand.

He turned around, preparing to leave the tunnel and walk outside the school gate.

At this time, the cell phone in the jacket shook violently.

Pei Yuanchen took a look at it and hesitated for a while before he picked it up.

"What's wrong?" he said lightly.

"Uncle Xiaobao..." Ziyi's voice was very soft, "I don't want to draw other men, you...would I be a model alone?"

Pei Yuanchen exhaled slowly, his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

"He Ziyi, don't make trouble." His voice was calm. "If you don't want to draw men, go draw women."

"...I don't want to draw women either." Ziyi's voice was a little bit of anger. "If you don't give me a model, I won't draw anymore. Let the professor give me zero points!"

Pei Yuanchen paused for a while and sneered: "Then don't paint well, your professor won't give you zero points because you lack one homework, unless you never paint anymore."

Zi Yi gritted his teeth.

Pei Yuanchen was surprised to hear her clenching teeth from the phone.

He chuckled abruptly, and the lingering pains were back, and a little touched his heart, although not serious, but it made him restless.

"Come back and paint," he whispered.

"Then... can you forgive me?" Zi Yi said frustratedly, "I shouldn't let you be a mannequin."

Pei Yuanchen's throat rolled.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on that signature.

It seemed that the woman was standing in front of him.

"Why shouldn't it?" Pei Yuanchen asked.

"Because... because you don't like to let others see your body, you only want me to see it alone." Zi Yi said, and his voice became very soft. "Actually, I don't like to let others see your body. ..."

Pei Yuanchen's heart moved.

"Really?" He felt his throat feel tight. "So, why do you promise your class monitor to let me model your classmates?"

"Because...I want to draw you." Zi Yi said frustratedly, "I drew a lot of you, but I haven't painted the human body, and I didn't think so much when I was excited..."