Chapter 283

During the meal, Mucheng's face was still red, and he used his eyes to stare at Jinting from time to time.

Although she jumped up and frolicked, she often couldn't escape, but she was defeated.

After dinner, Mucheng is ready, and finally chooses the bedroom.

Mucheng pulls Lu Jinting to the small sofa in the bedroom. It's just a common dark grey household clothes. The long legs are folded at will. The tall body is languid and leans back. With one arm in one hand and a cigarette in the other, the black hair is not as cold and sharp as the day. At this moment, a few strands of hair are scattered in front of the forehead. The black eyes are deep and the light bursts out. Mucheng can't help but have a fancy.

Lu Jinting didn't mind Mucheng's infatuation with flowers at all. She was still smiling and smoking lazily.

And Mucheng, after watching for a long time, was willing to move her eyes and play with her guys.

In fact, it's not the same to draw caricatures and some sketches of Lu Jinting's head portraits at ordinary times as to actually draw Lu Jinting for several years.

She learned to draw in the early years, but her mother let her learn at that time. She learned a little about traditional Chinese painting and oil painting. Later, her mother died, and she lost some of her efforts. In addition, she just liked comics, so she really put it down.

Occasionally, I think of painting twice. Most of the time, I was in Xiangcheng on holiday. Grandpa Song said a few words to her from time to time, asking her to pick up the brush again.

Therefore, Mucheng boasts in the morning that he will become a great painter, which is absolutely impossible.

But she just wanted to draw a picture for Lu Jinting.

And she's going to paint oil tonight.

Lu Jinting has not seen the little girl playing with so many paints, let alone painting oil paintings. She is a little surprised.

"Can babies paint oil paintings?"

Mucheng immediately felt proud and raised his chin, "I will go more. It's just that I'm a low-key person and I don't leak. "

Lu Jintang chuckled, the smoke between his fingers flicked, and looked at the little girl, her deep eyes doted on her.

After working hard for a long time, Mucheng stood in front of Lu Jinting, looked at the light, adjusted it again, and finally sat behind the drawing board, looking at Lu Jinting, who was sitting in the landscape at will. Hua Chi smiled, and then straightened out, "I'm going to start. You don't have to move at will. Insist on -"

Lu Jinting didn't say anything, just a pair of dark eyes, has been falling on the little girl who is serious about painting.

If always, Lu Jinting's eyes are so focused, they will make the little girl blush and heartbeat. But now, she is serious, and even a little serious. She can completely ignore his deep eyes, but she has a different feeling.

More and more, Lu Jintang likes what she looks like now, or more precisely, she likes to explore the different aspects of her sister-in-law.

Shy blush, angry stare, or serious

In Lu Jinting's eyes, how to look, how to look, how to look, how comfortable.

The more he saw it, the more he was moved. If he held the serious girl in his arms and loved her, it would definitely taste different.

Mucheng, who is painting, suddenly feels a cool back, inexplicably cold.

Then he looked up and went to see Lu Jinting. Unexpectedly, his black eyes changed.

Mucheng was shocked by his eyes. The brush on his hand almost trembled.

Lu Jinting's thin lips were slightly hooked, and he pulled out a bad smile. Obviously, he saw the little girl's reaction.

Mucheng drew a corner of his mouth and said, "don't hook me. I don't care if you're broken."

Lu Jintang's deep and mellow voice was very innocent, "baby, I didn't do anything."

Mucheng snorted, "you don't have to do anything, your eyes are enough to express everything."

"What do I look at?"

"You want to eat me."

"Hahahaha..."

Lu Jintang laughed, turned out the cigarette end, changed his posture, put his arms on the back of the sofa, and opened his body.

Temperament male god, said Lu Jinting.

Mucheng touched his nose. It was a little hot. He was really going to be provoked by Mucheng to bleed his nose.

Her cheeks were hot and slightly red. She couldn't help looking at Lu Jinting.

"Don't move."

Lu Jinting did not restore the posture just now, looking at Mucheng.

She ignored Lu Jinting's eyes as much as possible. She had just forgotten it seriously. Now she can't be affected any more.

When I think of my mother when she was a child, she always looked at herself sternly. She had better move and can't sit down at that time. She wanted to look around and look around. That's why my mother deliberately trained her to be a quiet lady.When I think of my mother, Mucheng's heart suddenly calms down. His eyes are calm, his hands are moving, and he focuses on it.

Lu Jinting picked up his eyebrows and got serious again. Obviously, it wasn't that his charm was weakened, but that the little girl was very calm when she was painting.

He looked at the little girl attentively, and the little girl looked at him attentively. In each other's eyes, it was a picture.

After a long time, Mucheng finally put down the brush, put down the paint and smiled.

"Finished?"

Mucheng stretched, "it's not perfect, but I have a feeling when I draw it."

Lu Jinting did not say that he was anxious to see the painting, but reached out his hand, "baby, come here."

"Don't you look? Not curious? "

Mucheng gets up, smiles and approaches, then Lu Jinting pulls him into his arms and pounces on him.

There were still wet paints on his hands, which were all put on his clothes.

Mucheng exclaimed, "ah, it's dirty."

Lu Jinting doesn't care. He pinches her chin and forces her to look up.

Lu Jinting's eyes contain the dark dark color.

Mucheng's heart trembled. How could he come so fast and so heavy.

"Baobao -"

Lu Jinting's voice is already hoarse.

“…… Well? "

Bow, his thin lips, close to her lips.