Yan Tao people are not as good as rice series.

She is talking about.

It's night.

Young Master Yan leaned on the rocking chair, his slender legs crossed and tied together, like the moonlight on her body, and his vast temperament was as handsome as a god.

"Yan, my painting has been drawn."

George came out with the drawing board in his arms and carefully set it up before lifting the cloth outside.

Young Master Yan's eyes slowly fell on the painting.

Georges is an extremely famous new painter internationally.

His painting style is varied, with both romantic and realistic styles.

George is to some extent like Smith, crazy about painting and can give up everything for painting.

In order to find oriental beauties who can inspire him, he searched for them for more than half a year.

Until I met Yan Tao.

Modern people have the style and temperament of modern people, which are incompatible with the ancient rhyme.

That is the characteristic of the decision of the times.

No changes are allowed.

However, Yan Tao has a mysterious and leisurely ancient charm, as if it is in the mountains and fields, in the sea of ​​clouds, unpredictable, making you unpredictable.

The middle of the drawing paper shows the back of a young man, standing sideways on the square full of doves of peace, carrying one hand behind him, with a background with a high temperament and outstanding temperament.

The ancient oriental charm of the whole body, in George's deliberate outline, faintly evokes flying lines beside Yan Tao.

The boy is already outstanding, and his characteristics are deliberately magnified, and at a glance, people can fall in love with the boy in the painting.

At first glance, sinking.

Even this young man only has one back.

George Ai Ai looked at Yan Tao, "How is it?"

Yan Tao casually curled her lips, "It's OK."

Young Master Yan’s job is OK, and he has a very high evaluation.

She didn't expect that George had a strong penmanship.

After spending the afternoon together, George also understood the boy's temperament. He felt a little upset, "I want to use this painting to participate in this International Awards, can I?"

There was only her back on the left and right paintings. Yan Tao didn't care much about it. He held the tea cup with his fingers, his facial features were lingering in the tea fog, and his voice was elegant and scattered noble. "If you want to participate in your painting, take it."

George was overjoyed: "Really?!"

"What am I lie to you?"

Yan Tao got up, put his hands in his pocket, walked into the room, washed up, and fell asleep next to the bed.

The next day, morning.

George was sleepy and rubbed his eyes and went out. He accidentally swept under the tree. The boy sat cross-legged. The morning light of the rising morning fell on the handsome boy.

It is as beautiful as an ancient oriental painting.

Yan Tao noticed her eyes. She folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen. After taking a deep breath, the light in her eyes was condensed. She stood up and looked over with her side, "Go to cook."

George: "Ah?"

He cooks?

Young Master Yan said coldly: "If you don't pay the rent, do you want to have a free meal?"

"I'll do it right away."

George shivered in the boy's slightly cool eyes and hurried into the kitchen to work.

On the way, George answered a call.

"It's me, George."

"Are you going to use that painting?"

George nodded excitedly, "It seems that I have obtained Yan's consent and can send this painting to Paris to participate in the grand prize."

The person opposite sighed regretfully, "I really want to meet the boy in your painting."

Although he has no face, he is full of dignity, noble and extraordinary, and elegant.

He just took a casual look at him, fuck, a mistake will bring eternal regret!

It’s hard to believe that there are people in the world who can look so beautiful.
Chapter completed!