After traveling for half a month, her skills have been wasted for some time. After all, living in the same room with her friends can't let them see the magic of practicing kung fu.

Although the two friends are not outsiders, it's better to keep this secret. Don't you know that?

It's less than five o'clock. She plans to run for a few weeks and wait for Bai Mohan to come back for dinner.

After a few weeks of simple running, Kuang Yiyi feels comfortable all over. After all, it's still day time, and her Yang is heavy. She decided to practice at night.

Take out the drawing board and pen, Kuang Yi looks out of the window.

There are ready-made peonies at home. She is going to draw a picture of peony.

White ink cold side of the house decoration, especially in the balcony to create a glass greenhouse, this time, peony just opened.

Kuang Yi moved a low table to the greenhouse and made a pot of Biluochun for himself. The warm summer sun shines into the greenhouse, and the light is very bright.

Holding a brush, she slightly closed her eyes, let the mood gradually calm down.

Open again, those miscellaneous people and things, all eliminate from her mind, eyes only in front of those peonies.

Then, a little outline of peony petals.

Even if she hasn't touched it for nearly half a month, her movements are still skillful, and the whole process of painting is like a fish in water.

Traditional Chinese painting is something that needs concentration. Even if it is a simple cloud and petal, it needs to be dyed with light ink over and over again. Sometimes it needs to be dyed more than ten times before coloring. Only in this way can the color be thick and deep, highlighting the gorgeous peony.

If you color it directly, it will be thin and vulgar.

Kuang Yiyi never tire of it, a little bit dizzy, absorbed in painting.

Just as she was about to color the green leaves, the door lock of the house suddenly rang.

She immediately put down her brush, picked her eyes a little, raised her lips and turned around.

Staring at the man who has entered the living room, he smiles and says, "white Mohan, are you back?"

White ink cold eyes rippling out a warm light, "speed to change clothes, take you to dinner, I'm hungry!"

Kuang Yi's small mouth curled, "who told you not to eat this morning?"

Run upstairs to change.

They went to Suwei Zhai, which they haven't been to for a long time.

The manager and the waiter are still in the same group.

But the last time I came, Bai Mo Han and Kuang Yi were still eight Zhang away.

This time it's hand in hand, and Kuang Yiyi also leans his head against Bai Mohan's arm. Bai Mohan not only connives, but also cooperates with her walking very slowly, like in love!

See this scene, the manager is eager to bite his tongue, is more careful to serve, dare not have any mistakes.

Just sitting in the private room, Kuang Yiyi can't wait to discuss with Bai Mohan, "Tongtong's birthday will be a while later. Feifei and I have agreed to celebrate for her. Would you like to join us?"

White ink cold light provoked lips, "good."

Kuang Yi thought, "I'll ask her what she likes now."

As soon as he said that he was about to open wechat, Bai Mohan's big hand suddenly fell on her palm, took away her mobile phone, put it aside, and glanced at her faintly, "ask after dinner!"

"Good." Kuang Yi's answer is very clever. She holds her cheek and looks at Bai Mo Han. She says coldly: "secretary Chen came to me today."

White ink cold look slightly surprised, the whole body is not obvious to pan out a trace of cold, "looking for you to do what?"

Speaking of this matter, Kuang Yiyi couldn't help feeling a little elated. He picked his lips and said, "I guess I was fired. I'm not feeling well. I came to me to vent my anger, but I didn't let her do it. I gave her back the rage!"

In detail, the scene in the coffee shop is reproduced to Bai Mohan.

Speaking of the end, she covered her stomach and laughed happily, "I really didn't expect that I just wanted to eat durian and bought one. As a result, she did me a big favor by mistake. Do you think she was born with smelly things?"

Bai Mo's cold face was suddenly amused by her sentence, and then taut again, "don't take that thing home."

There was a faint, imperceptible disgust in his expression.

Kuang Yiwei Leng, Bai Mohan hates Durian?

So she slyly smile, "why ah, I want to give you love heart durian cake back! Don't you like Durian? "

White Mo Han is looking at her, the vision is full of dote drown, suddenly gather to shine on the tip of her nose a bite, "eat you!"

"Hiss I hate it. " Kuang Yi frowned.

White Mo Han Yang is wearing labial horn, "when do you plan to double repay?"

As soon as I heard that Kuang Yi was worried, "I'm not ready yet. Don't worry. I have to think about it first. What's the rush?"

White ink cold look micro coagulation, "such a little thing need to think how long, at most give you a month, don't delay time!"

This girl, I'm afraid, can't understand at all. She's pregnant every night, but she can only see the depression that she can't eat!

For fear that she didn't understand, he specially hinted: "in fact, there are many ways to repay the debt, not necessarily the most direct way. Go down and have a good understanding."Kuang Yiyi's eyes showed confusion and opened wide without evil. "How can I not understand it at all? Or you tell me, except that What else is there besides the way? "

"Yiyi." White Mo Han looks at her with a smile, "don't pretend to be naive, I don't believe you don't know anything!"

See oneself pretend to be seen through! Kuang Yiyi's face turned red instantly. He covered his cheek and said: "in a word, I don't want to use my hands, so my hands will become impure! Otherwise, I'll take a look at a and B next time and make up for it in other ways! "

White Mo cold Mou son suddenly a MI, "you dare to see! Believe it or not, I'll deal with you at once

"No, no, no!" Kuang Yi, frightened by his power, shakes his head.

During the meal, Bai Mohan was very quiet and didn't talk.

Kuang Yiyi doesn't say a word at all. He thinks in his heart, what can I buy for Tong Tong's birthday?

When Kuang Yiyi was down in the dumps before, every time her friends had a birthday, her gifts were very shabby. Fortunately, her friends didn't care about her situation.

Now it's so easy to develop. We need to give some decent gifts.

It's a headache to think about it.

Some curiously asked: "Bai Mohan, what do you usually give for your friends or relatives' birthday?"

Bai Mo Han's action of eating did not stop. He didn't mean to answer. He glanced at her, "eat first."

Kuang Yidu's lips, put in the past, she may not think much, but today is not the same.

She couldn't help thinking of secretary Wu's curse.

Can't help asking: "Bai Mohan, are your parents strict? Do you think they'll like me? "

White ink cold look slightly a coagulation, and then, quietly turned his eyes, looked at her one eye, "this topic can be discussed after dinner."

As everyone knows, the more he avoids the topic, the more Kuang Yi feels like a cat scratch.

Leng Buding asked: "Bai Mohan, will your parents come back in half a year?"

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