Chapter 882

Ye Fei stares at him and loses his mind. The sun shines on him and covers him. The whole body seems to emit light of pale gold.

Because he was carrying the sun, his body pulled out a shadow on the table and the ground. From the perspective of Ye Fei, his side face was bathed in sunshine, and the fluff on his face could be seen clearly, as if it would glow.

Ye Fei casually took the book on the head of the bed, turned to the front page, found a more blank place, and gently outlined his outline with a black ballpoint pen.

The temperature of her fingertips and the paper gradually merge together. The brush in Ye Fei's hand seems to be full of life. She frowns slightly, and there is little seriousness between her looks. She doesn't even need to look up at the man. His figure has been deeply imprinted in her mind.

From the shallow to the deep, light description of light painting, not long, Su Mohan's appearance on the paper, and she seems to have become the creator of life, from the bottom of her heart to rise a solemn and solemn.

The afternoon passed quickly, until more than an hour later, Su Mohan looked up at Ye Fei in surprise. She was sitting on the bed, writing and drawing on the book with her head down. The ordinary ballpoint pen seemed to glow because she held it in her hand, which made him want to turn into a pen and be held in the soft pancreas by her.

Su Mohan was a little surprised at her rare quietness and cleverness. After so long, she immediately put down her contract, got up and went to Ye Fei.

Ye Fei is still focused on low head, it seems that he did not notice his approach.

Su Mo Han can't help but pick eyebrows.

What are you doing?

So focused.

You know, ye Fei is such a little thing that she can grind people. These days, she has been struggling with her every day. Only when she is asleep can he take time to deal with business affairs. I didn't expect that today is so clever.

"Ah --" The book that ye Fei put on the cushion was suddenly taken away, and the black ball pen drew a long path on it.

"Su Mo Han --! You give it to me... "

Seeing Su Mo Han snatch the book in his hand, ye Fei's look is a little anxious.

Su Mohan turned around and took the book and looked at it carefully. At one glance, he saw himself painted on the front page. His lips were slightly pursed and his face was cold. Half of his face was in shadow. He was wearing a suit and was looking down at the documents on the table.

Su Mo Han turned his head and looked at Ye Fei and asked him what he thought was nonsense: "did you draw it?"

"You give it to me!" Ye Fei's face is slightly red, I don't know when he came.

Su Mohan raised eyebrows and put the book aside. He picked up the little hand that ye Fei had not fully recovered and looked at it again and again. He couldn't help saying, "it's unbelievable that you have some talent for painting."

Ye Fei snorted and took back her hand. She seemed to be very dissatisfied with his evaluation.

However, Su Mohan's word "talent" is not perfunctory to Ye Fei. I don't know if even God thinks that her jade hands are stupid, so she finally uses her painting talent to make up for her. It is because Princess Ye's mother was keen on painting at that time, so she inherited her talent.

After installing it for a while, ye Fei couldn't help it. She reached out and took the book, turned to the front page and looked at it carefully. Then she took the initiative to say to Su Mohan, "am I really talented in painting?"