Life suddenly returns to a single way, surrounded by natural oxygen bars. In the early morning, birds sing and flowers scent, and the vitality of nature will give people a peaceful mood.

Ji Tingyan has never experienced this primitive life. She did not bring a pen or a picture book on her trip. However, a simple pencil and a notebook have become all her interests.

Cheng Yue followed her in an instant. When she saw her move her fingers, a beautiful scroll appeared on the notebook. She was amazed and felt that Ji Tingyan was also painting randomly at the beginning, but gradually, it became a look that she couldn't understand and could not learn. When the overall scenery appeared, it was already a very beautiful scroll.

"Xiao Nai, your hands must have been kissed by God, otherwise, no matter how simple a few strokes can make people share different scenery from far and near, even I, a vulgar person, feel incredible." Cheng Yue felt more and more that he had no artistic cells at all, and was very ashamed.

Ji Tingyan pursed her lips and laughed out loud, then compared her hand to a camera, and compared it to Cheng Yue: "Or, I'll draw you in too and give it to you as a gift."

"Really? Xiaonai, thank you, please draw me beautifully." Cheng Yue was a little excited and quickly tidied up his collar to make himself look more energetic.

Ji Tingyan said with a smile: "You are very beautiful, you are unique and handsome."

Cheng Yue's mouth raised even more violently, and she smiled very happily.

Ji Tingyan raised her eyes from time to time, looked at Cheng Yue, and the tip of her pen smoothly outlined her facial features. Soon, a vivid expression appeared on the notebook, only drawing Cheng Yue's upper body, integrating with the scenery, without color filling, just a single black, but it already made Cheng Yue's smile look very vivid.

After Ji Tingyan finished painting, she tore off the page and handed it to Cheng Yue: "Give it to you, I have never been confident in character painting. Do you think it looks like you?"

Cheng Yue quickly took it with both hands, looked carefully, and then scratched the back of his head: "You've painted me so beautifully. Is it so good to smile?"

"It's better than the one in the painting, no wonder Wang Cheng misses you." Ji Tingyan smiled and joked about her. Cheng Yue's face turned red with shame. Suddenly, she found that Fu Ting, who had returned from training next to her, was wearing only her clothes after she finished her training.

A T-shirt came over, with hot sweat on her handsome face, and a strong body that was full of charm.

"Xiao Nai, why not draw your sweetheart, this is a very meaningful thing. If you give him a painting, he will definitely save it for the rest of his life." Cheng Yue immediately joked with her.

Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes were dyed with affection, looking at Futing who was walking towards her, and then whispered: "I don't dare to draw him."

"Why?" Cheng Yue was stunned and did not dare to draw Futing, but she was so vivid with just a few strokes.

Ji Tingyan looked unconfident, pursed her lips and sighed: "I'm afraid that I'm not satisfied with it. Instead of being afraid of losing, it's better not to draw."

"Oh, I understand. Mr. Fu is already hidden in your heart. You don't need to draw him at all." Cheng Yue laughed.

Ji Tingyan quickly reached out to cover her mouth. The shy movement and eager to hide her expression were seen by Futing. He immediately walked over with a smile and asked them curiously: "What are you talking about? You are so happy."

"No... nothing." Ji Tingyan's pretty face was bright red, and Cheng Yue quickly said tactfully: "Xiao Nai, you guys talk, I'll go see what Wang Cheng is doing."

Cheng Yue took the painting and left happily. Fu Ting saw Ji Tingyan put his hands behind her back. His tall body forced her to pass by with an oppressive breath: "What is hidden in her hand? Let me show it."

"It's nothing, I just drew a few paintings." Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes flashed, but she didn't dare to look straight into the man's eyes. In fact, when Cheng Yue came to find her, she had already drawn a painting of Futing in the room. However, the painting was a bit unsatisfactory and she didn't dare to show it.

"Oh? Let me see, I haven't seen your paintings yet." When Fu Ting heard this, his interest became stronger. He stretched out his long arms and wanted to snatch them from behind.

Ji Tingyan would not be his opponent. She obediently asked him to take away the notebook. The man opened a page and looked at it. His eyes became deeper, and his smile was filled with smiles: "The painting is good and very talented. If we have a daughter in the future, she will definitely inherit your talent in painting."

Ji Tingyan's pretty face turned red and she muttered in a low voice: "Who is going to have a baby with you? I haven't even said one of my horoscopes yet."

"If you don't give birth to me, who are you going to give birth to me?" Fu Ting Jun was stunned and then he was stunned.

He looked at her with resentment: "Xiao Nai, you won't change your mind, right?"

"I don't." Ji Tingyan bulged her cheeks: "Okay, having a daughter will let her inherit my talent, just like I inherit my mother's talent. She is a fashion designer and is born to love painting."

Seeing that she agreed, Fu Ting became happy: "No wonder you have such a hobby."

Ji Tingyan saw him turn page after page, watching them seriously. When his hand was turning down, Ji Tingyan was so scared that she stopped breathing and wanted to reach out and grab it back, but the man subconsciously raised his hand up. With his height, even if Ji Tingyan jumped up, she couldn't hold her back. She glared at the man with some anger.

"Give me the book back."

At this moment, Fu Ting turned on the next page. When he saw a man drawing on it, he couldn't help but squint his eyes: "Isn't this me?"

Ji Tingyan was so embarrassed that she lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, kicked the stones with her toes, and said lightly: "Yes, it's you, but I don't seem to draw well, not like you."

"It's not like me, you painted me too strongly." Fu Ting couldn't help laughing, his voice was cheerful, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Nonsense, I don't have it. Your figure is not that good." Ji Tingyan retorted angrily.

But Fu Ting stared at her, his voice gradually sinking: "Do I have a good figure? Haven't you been familiar with me?"

"What's the use of being good? Maybe it's not easy to use." Ji Tingyan deliberately angered him.

"What did you say?" Fu Ting didn't expect her to question her male abilities, and immediately narrowed his eyes unhappily: "Xiao Nai, it seems that I have to correct your dangerous idea."

"What's your thought?" Ji Tingyan asked with her eyes blinking.

Fu Ting immediately pulled her into his arms, pressed his thin lips against her ears, and exhaled with low heat: "Or why don't we give it a try to see if I'm good at using it?"

Ji Tingyan then realized that she seemed to touch the bottom line of a man. He was angry. She put her hands on each other's chest, and her beautiful eyes were shy: "Fu Ting, I don't mean to question you. In fact, if you think it's appropriate tonight, I don't object, otherwise, let's give it a try."
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