There was no trace of painting in the living room, so naturally it was moved to the bedroom.

Now he is entering the house, and it is natural.

mmd, he has seen her even more embarrassing things, does he still care about a little bit of sex?

It seems that the previous embarrassment was not all bad, at least it brought the two of them closer together.

Gao Lang opened the door to the room without permission.

I glanced at the door and saw that the bedroom was not big, so I could see it all at a glance!

Sure enough, I saw that the desk was organized, and it was all filled with painting stuff.

There are unfinished paintings on the table.

Shen Su'er is following him.

He looked back and asked: "When did you learn Chinese painting?" What a real painting! Yesterday he thought she was joking.

Gao Lang asked as the person stepped inside.

His eyes swept over the painting, and he was suddenly startled.

Huh huh huh??!

Blinking, he originally thought it would be a so-so painting, but he didn't expect it to be good. As for Chinese painting, because of a certain elder, although he was not good at it, he had to practice it for a period of time. In the end, he really didn't have that interest, so he turned to Opened an advertising agency.

However, he is quite confident in his appreciation ability.

But why does the painting in front of me look so familiar?

Have you seen it somewhere?

"Mu Xin, who painted this?" He asked, wanting to make sure it was not bought back. He thought it was very possible that she was ill and bought a painting as a tool for hysteria.

Shen Suer was a little shy and whispered: "Yes... I drew it."

Oh, buy it! I was really thinking about props. Gao Lang felt a little distressed. When will she get better from this illness? So, he looked at her with quite pity and said, "Yeah, the painting is very good." He said perfunctorily. Ah, perfunctory. A sick person just needs to be praised a lot, and avoid irritating her.

She only smiled faintly and did not respond.

Gao Lang's eyes were still looking at the painting, and it still felt familiar, so she believed that the painting was bought by her.

"How did the painting go?" she asked lightly, feeling that his expression was a bit unnatural.

"Haha, it's not bad, it's not bad... Ha!" He smiled, "It's just that it looks a bit familiar. Are you copying the work of that master?" It seems that the mood after seeing it is still there.

Unexpectedly, she asked in surprise: "Have you seen this painting before? But you didn't buy it?"

"Ah?" wondered.

"I saw it in a gallery. I liked it so much that I couldn't help but draw another one myself."

"Gallery? What gallery?"

"Well, it seems to be called Juxian Pavilion Book Gallery."
Chapter completed!