Chapter 118

Luo Chenxi almost didn't bite off her tongue!

Mu Yichen is really her nemesis.

How to ask out the question, each is to send proposition!

"Is it, or is it not?" Mu Yichen frowned.

Luo Chenxi said: "you... Listen to me! It's two different things. I asked the three young masters to take off their clothes just because they were too ugly. How tasteful you are, Mr. Mu! You look so handsome! The gas field is two meters eight! Don't take it off, I really don't! "

Mu also Chen lifted to lift thin lip, "still have a little vision."

"Cough, I'm flattered because I'm with mu Dashao every day, which improves my aesthetic taste." Luo Chenxi tries her best to flatter and beg to let go.

Mu Yichen turns his head, in her invisible angle, the corners of his mouth slightly up.

"Where do you want me to sit?"

Luo Chenxi a listen, he finally did not take off, quickly ran over, ten thousand dogleg ground pushed the chair for him.

"Sit here! The light is the best here! Please take a seat

"So... Can I move?"

"Yes! Of course! Just feel free. I'm not painting at you. I'm just looking for a feeling. "

Mu Yichen nodded, took a business magazine and sat down on the chair to read it.

Luo Chenxi sat back on the sofa, picked up the Sketchpad and began to draw.

A few days ago, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't find any inspiration. At this time, all of a sudden, all of a sudden came out.

Luo Chenxi's pen is flying, and the tip of the pen falls on the draft paper, making a sound.

Mu Yichen glanced at her from time to time.

However, after a time when he was facing Luo Chenxi's eyes, he stopped looking around and focused on reading his magazine.

Luo Chenxi quickly completed three drawings.

Put down the pen, exhaled a long breath.

She wanted to get up and leave, but after looking at the design drawings, she found something wrong.

These three drawings are not in the same style as the two she finalized earlier.

Last time, it was home leisure. This time, it's rich and noble.

There's no way to piece it together into a series.

Luo Chenxi looks up at Mu Yichen and guesses the reason.

It must be because Mu Yichen, who read the magazine today, is not the same as she was when she cooked noodles last time. She also gives her different inspiration.

However, it's hard for mu Da Shao to sit there and let her draw for such a long time. She dare not ask him to cook noodles again

What shall I do?

Luo Chenxi bit the pen cover, twisted her eyebrows and thought for a while, and gradually felt that her eyelids were a little heavy.

She drank a little wine today. Although the effect is not as obvious as that of fangzixi, it has some influence.

What's more, it's so quiet, warm and safe here

Mu Yichen has been forbearing not to look at Luo Chenxi, but the sound of paper and pen friction disappeared for a long time, there is no movement.

He looked back in doubt.

Found that Luo Chenxi has been tilted on the sofa, asleep.

White face with a faint blush, small mouth slightly open breathing, a few strands of hair disorderly paste on the forehead.

Mu also Chen put light footstep, walk to her side.

Incomparably disgusted tone: "stupid dead, do not know to sleep like this tomorrow will fall asleep?"? I can't even lift my neck. "

With that, she wiped her slender fingers on her face, then glided along the graceful curve of her chin, and finally pressed on her pink lips.

It's still a little swollen up there.

That's the trace that he thought the little woman was cheating and biting out.