Pushing Down the Male God Strategy

Although he looked gentle on the outside, she could feel that, in fact, his heart was a thousand miles away and it was not easy to approach him.

Feeling her gaze, she turned her head back and curled her lips slightly, "What? Are you fascinated by me?"

Lin Xixi unceremoniously rolled his eyes, "Well, yeah, you are so perfect, you will fascinate everyone."

"But you are like that banished immortal, and I am an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary. You are out of reach for me."

"You can only watch from a distance and not be profane."

But for some reason, after she finished speaking, Xia Yichu's eyes changed.

Lin Xixi was puzzled, did she say something wrong, as if she was unhappy.

Gradually, the painting in his hand was half finished.

Lin Xixi couldn't help widening her eyes, "Here, is this me?" But why did the painting scene show her running over last night with her hair messed up and wet.

Xia Yichu also studied her work carefully, but frowned her pretty brows in dissatisfaction.

In fact, what he had just seen in his mind was the scene he saw in the bathroom at that time, but in order not to be regarded as a hooligan, he didn't draw it for the time being.

But this one is not so satisfied.

Touching his chin with one hand, it seems that he is considering whether to continue painting.

He shook his head, and finally decided not to do it. He picked up the painting and said, "Forget it, let's lose it."

But Lin Xixi didn't want to, so she hurried over to grab the painting, "Why do you want to throw away such a good painting?" Moreover, the person in the portrait is still herself, and it will feel weird if it is thrown away.

Xia Yichu said indifferently, "Of course you can't ask for imperfect paintings. Take them and throw them away."

Lin Xixi pouted slightly, and held the painting tightly in her hand, "Oh, since you want to throw it away, it's better to give it to me. What a pity to throw away such a good painting."

But when she heard what she said, Xia Yichu looked very angry, "What do you know! Imperfect works shouldn't exist, just give it to me."

But the more he was like this, the less she was willing to say, "I won't, don't you let me take it and throw it away, it belongs to me, you can't control it."

Seeing her staring at him, Xia Yichu sneered, "Joke, this is my work, I can do whatever I want, can you stop it?"

Lin Xixi hid the painting behind her backhand, "Cut, I haven't said that you violated my portrait right!"

"Dare you say that the person in this painting is not me?"

"So, you didn't get my consent to paint me, and I didn't get your permission to accept the painting, so, so it's offset."

"Hmph, how can people like you who don't know how to paint can understand!"

Turning to look at the white paper on the drawing board in front of him, he picked up the pen again and began to draw.

Seeing that he was only focusing on painting, he took out the painting behind him with confidence.

This is regarded as a acquiescence, leaving the painting to her?

In fact, she knew something in her heart.

Why does he demand the perfection in everything? He is actually lonely and proud inside, so he must show his perfect side in front of others.

Seeing him frowning and not speaking, she didn't dare to bother, just sat quietly on the side with paint.

After a few hours, his masterpiece was finally completed.

Amazingly, it was the scene in the bathroom yesterday.

"General, President, is this?" This is the painting of her again, and it is still like this!

She seemed to finally understand why he was so dissatisfied with the painting just now.

Indeed, the perfect work can be seen at a glance, and it is completely incomparable. This work is simply too beautiful.

Even a fold in her clothes, a subtle expression on her, were painted very clearly.

It is a work with a soul.

As she stared blankly, Xia Yichu's voice suddenly rang in her ear, "Don't get me wrong, I just think you are a pretty good model I have seen so far!"

"Otherwise it would be too boring to draw tables and chairs, or the white walls of the hospital."

Lin Xixi instantly glared at Lao Yuan with big eyes, "I know Mr. President, of course I have not misunderstood."

"You have never seen a perfect woman!"

Infringing on her right to portrait, it is really speechless to say this kind of words so arrogantly.

But thinking about it conversely, it must be because she always appeared in his mind that she painted so clearly.

"But President, you have a good memory. After so long, you still remember it, and you painted it so clearly."

"Ahem, this, of course you don't understand. People who paint have a good memory, and sometimes they need to use their brains to write down the beautiful scenery."

"So it's not weird." He could say, her figure always swayed in his head.

"The male lead is 20."

Lin Xixi pretended to believe and nodded, "Oh, it turns out that it is." In fact, she was snickering in her heart.

Seeing that he finally put away the pen, he quickly put down the paint in his hand, shook his hand, and exhaled.

The arms are almost sore.

But as soon as she felt a little more comfortable, she suddenly heard Xia Yichu's roar, "Lin Xixi, look at what you did!"

Looking back, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

I quickly stood up, cried out in my heart, it's over, it's dead now.

There are a few more colors of paint on his clothes.

damn it! She must have got it on her hand just now, and it hit his white shirt with a flick of her hand.

He tremblingly said, "Chief, President, I, I will give you a wash."

"Wash it? You know how expensive this shirt is, it can't be washed." Xia Yichu took a deep breath, really taking this stupid woman.

Can't wash, what should I do now?

Seeing her bewildered, Xia Yichu pretended to be angry and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wear this dress for decades. Think about it!"

Now Lin Xixi is even more anxious. What should I do if it doesn’t matter, she raised her head cautiously and glanced at him, “Chairman, President, it’s not anxious for you to bring a piece of clothing. I can pay back the money slowly, in installments. Can it work?" This was her only way.

But Xia Yichu didn't think about it, and refused without thinking about it, "No."

After thinking about it, he said, "Why not do this, you will be responsible for cooking for me in the future, so that you can offset the money for ruining the shirt."

"Then, President, how long is the deadline?" It's impossible to cook for a lifetime.

"Me, I still have to go to work."