Some people say that boys will act like children in front of the person they like.

Just like Zhao Ziyou at this time, he looked very happy and his whole body was light.

He looked proud with an unstoppable look.

The painting, as Chen Le expected, painted the night.

In Chen Le's impression, the night was lazily leaning on the chair, lying on the bed, yawning, looking sleepy and vague.

But in this painting, the night is full of heroic spirit.

Under the gorgeous black long skirt, his legs were intertwined, and his whole person was slightly bent, facing this side.

She protected her with one hand, pinched the orchid, and put her palms behind her, as if she was ready to attack at any time.

The beautiful face is almost the same as the night himself, and it is only suitable for the dreamy beauty that exists in the painting. The biggest difference is probably the sharp and intimidating light emitted from the eyes. The slightly narrowed eyes give people a sense of impression like a sword that is unsheathed.

It seems that this is the dark night in Zhao Ziyou's eyes.

This is also the night that Zhao Ziyou saw when his life was hanging on a thread. He saw it in a daze. Unlike other secular women he saw, the night's heroic posture, the intimidating beauty, and the unyielding light made him unable to forget it until now, and even dreamed of it in dreams.

"How do you think?"

Zhao Ziyou asked with anticipation.

"It's pretty good."

Chen Le didn't understand art, but he felt, "It's quite vivid and has a special temperament, as if he came back to life."

"It's okay."

Zhao Ziyou was a little excited and a little unsure, "What I am best at is bows, followed by swords, like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, my level is quite average."

In fact, what Zhao Ziyou said is also the so-called ordinary genius, among geniuses.

Among his comparison objects, there are never ordinary people.

As for the matter of dark night, only Chen Le can discuss it, so he can only look at Chen Le.

I discussed whether there is anything that needs improvement and whether there is anything wrong with it. Although I have confirmed it repeatedly and modified it many times.

"It's OK, it looks good."

He obviously didn't know that Chen Le's evaluation was only good-looking or bad-looking, and this painting obviously belonged to the category of good-looking.

"Then it's okay to give it to her."

Zhao Ziyou said nervously, "Like those diamonds and pearl jewelry, it feels too tacky to give her to her and is not worthy of her. Then I thought of painting myself."

Zhao Ziyou is obviously a good person who is not short of money. Not to mention his assets and future home business, he made 3 billion in one transaction just by partnering with Chen Le.

Like a diamond that others rarely like, he can buy one by one.

For his level, things that can be bought with money are the least valuable.

Of course, giving some women is good and useful, but he will definitely not compare those secular women with the goddess in his heart.

It feels like giving things like Black Night is an insult to Black Night and an insult to him.

For him, what he needs to spend his energy, effort, and a lot of time to do is the most precious thing and truly reflects his attention.

If it were a woman, he would only spend so much time practicing archery and swordsmanship, improving himself, and then buy a few diamonds and jewelry, perfunctory things, and even see the happy smile on the face of the woman.

He thought that was the easiest.

Of course, such a woman is not worthy of his attention at all.

Zhao Ziyou sighed, "It took me a long time to finish drawing, and I felt that there was nothing I could do to modify again. Do you think she would be happy to give it to her?"

"I don't know where I know, I probably know, the drawing is pretty good."

"Actually, I have never painted it for anyone. This is the first time, and I don't know if she will like it."

When Zhao Ziyou talked about this, he still looked expectant and nervous.

To be honest, Zhao Ziyou is completely arrogant, confident, arrogant, and even contemptuous of others.

Chen Le has never seen him before, and he looks worried and excited like a Chu brother.

"Then you tell me, how can I hand this over to her? I suddenly came to my door to deliver a painting. It doesn't feel that it's appropriate. It's too deliberate."

Well, this is the purpose of Zhao Ziyou asking Chen Le for help this time.

He wanted to choose a reasonable, suitable, and a little atmosphere to send the painting out. Even if he was humble, he felt that this was his proud work in his heart. He had never tried so much.

In other words, this is what Zhao Ziyou helps Chen Le find someone, and Chen Le is willing to give back, helping Zhao Ziyou find the right opportunity, that is, creating opportunities.

Chen Le thought about it and replied, "Even if you ask me... I don't know how to draw it, but she likes reading books very much. She often reads books. Otherwise, she will send the paintings together in the name of sending books."

Zhao Ziyou suddenly said in front of him, "Good idea, my family has a lot of books, many of which are lonely books that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Only my family has them. If you want to tell a story, I am very confident."

Zhao Ziyou said happily, "Why..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sentence from behind him, "What are you talking about? Why don't you eat? Look, I'll serve you a dish."

Lu Jiawen seemed to enjoy this environment very much, and then placed a mess of leftovers on the tables of the two.

"Come on, please have a drink too."

Then, he looked down and saw the painting between the two.

"This painting is pretty."

As he said that, the wine glass in his hand slanted and the red wine spilled onto the face of the night in the painting. The paint mixed with red wine immediately spread, turning a beautiful face into a twisted and strange abstract painting...

Lu Jiawen sneered, "Ah, sorry, my hand slipped, my hand slipped, I'm sorry!"

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“…”

Even when he spoke and apologized, he didn't give the wine glass back. He looked like I was intentional, what kind of expression could you give me?

For a moment, Chen Le turned to look at Zhao Ziyou next to him and found that Zhao Ziyou had not yet reflected the current situation. He still held the scroll carefully with both hands, looking blankly at the red wine dripping from the air on the scroll and spreading with the paint.

The whole person was frozen and motionless...

Lu Jiawen patted Chen Le on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, I want to invite you to drink. I accidentally slipped my hand, don't mind."
Chapter completed!