Chapter 163

"Why throw it away?" Mo Xiu Chen asks again, swept the several pictures on the tea table, eyebrow center tiny Cu.

It must have taken a lot of effort to draw so well. How can we just throw it away? Don't you think it's a waste?

Wen Yiyi's painting action suddenly raised a bad premonition in his heart.

She looked up at Mo Xiuchen and saw that the drawings he had kneaded into a ball and was ready to throw away were opened by him and placed on the coffee table one by one. The faces on the drawings were clearly visible.

The man's blazing vision came over, and Wen Yiyi's face turned red. She put down her pen and threw it at him, reaching out to take those drawings and throw them away.

But unexpectedly, she had been keeping a posture for several hours, and her legs were numb. As soon as she got up, she rushed over, her legs suddenly softened, and her body fell down uncontrollably.

Mo Xiuchen quickly stretched out his hand to hold her, toward the bosom area, thin lips stick to her ear, voice low and magnetic: "is not painting design draft, how to draw so many me? It's because we can't see real people, so... "

"No!" Wen Yiyi interrupted him with shame and vexation, racking his brains to find an excuse: "I just Suddenly want to draw people, and can't find a model, don't know who to draw, just draw you

"Is it?" Mo Xiu Chen picks eyebrow, don't believe what she says.

"Well." Wen Yiyi nodded heavily. After finding their ambiguous posture, her cheeks turned red slightly. She reached out and pushed him. Her voice hummed and said, "I haven't finished painting yet. Let me go first."

The expression on the man's face is light. Instead of letting her go as she wanted, he asked in a voice: "I've been painting all morning. I'm not tired?"

"Not bad."

Seems to have known her answer would be these two words, Mo Xiuchen didn't say much.

Just whisk the drawing and pen on the tea table to one side, then lead her to stand up, leisurely walk toward the outside, Mo Xiuchen tone casual mouth: "anyway, there is still a month's time, don't rush this moment."

"But..." Wen Yiyi wants to say something else. People have been pulled into the elevator by him.

In the narrow space, it is filled with the cool breath of men.

As the elevator goes down, more and more people come into the elevator, and it's more and more crowded. Wen Yiyi's whole body is almost squeezed on his body, and his little hand is tightly pulling the corner of his clothes, and he doesn't dare to lift his head.

I felt that she was a little nervous, and the palms of her hands were sweating.

Mo Xiu Chen low Mou swept her one eye, stretched out a hand to encircle her waist, tightly encircle her in the bosom, gather together in her ear, know clearly why ask: "very hot?"? Why are palms full of sweat? "

Wen Yiyi hesitated for a moment and replied, "it's a bit..."

She's just sweating out of tension, OK! However, there are a lot of people in the elevator, and the taste of each person is different. When they gather together, it smells bad and it's hot.

Fortunately, this kind of torture did not last long. The elevator soon reached the first floor. As soon as the door was opened, the people in the elevator rushed out, and the number of people in the elevator instantly halved.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Yiyi are the last to go out.

His hand is still holding her, the palm is big, all of her small hands wrapped. Wen Yiyi walked with him, his eyes fell on the hand they were holding, and the sweet feeling like eating honey came up again.

Hell, she's always There will be this feeling.