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The Miao Family was from Yunnan.

At first, I thought that she was a minority. But when it came to the Chinese medicinal herb, I understood immediately.

Wasn't this the descendant of the brother whom the Yi and Old Man Liu sworn to be sworn brothers during the Long March? This was definitely true!

After that, the family went to Yunnan to develop their skills, and then, taking advantage of the reform and opening up of the country, they quickly set up a Chinese herbal medicine company. With their extensive connections and connections, the number of people in the south who dared to offend them can be counted on one hand. After all, his background was astonishing.

~ This Miss Miao Qingqing, from what Han Jinxiu said, is she the type of person that you cannot afford to offend?

I was a little flustered.

I've never entertained this kind of female guest before.

After tidying up my clothes, I walked out with a forced smile.

However, Miao Qingqing said: "If you are unwilling, I will not force you."

"Yes!"

I hastily and decisively said, "Of course I'm willing. Sister Han had already instructed me to fully support your painting."

"That's good. You assistant, take my key and go downstairs to my trunk. Paint the easel and other things to bring up."

Seeing that I accepted it, Miao Qingqing was quite happy, the smile in her eyes turned into a crescent moon.

I wondered if this girl, who had been looking so straight, and who was now laughing so happily, was the natural fool of the legend.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I whispered to Miao Qingqing as she went down to retrieve the items.

"Go ahead."

"Why do I feel like you're looking at me when I can't see?" That's what I've always been curious about. How could this girl look at people so squarely? How could she be so scary?

"Because I paint. The eyes of people who paint are all the same." Miao Qingqing found me strange instead.

I also felt it was a silly question, so I closed my mouth.

At this moment, I finally confirmed that although this girl was thirty-five or thirty-six and a full year older than me, she was still a bit childish when it came to doing things.

Maybe this was the rich.

Her parents only focused on the child's specialties and did not teach him the basics of how to connect with others.

But on the other hand, I looked at Miao Qingqing who was drinking her tea.

Such a proud daughter of heaven, she probably didn't need to treat anyone well. It was all other people begging her.

Li Yinling took the thing out and said: "Take off your clothes."

"Ah?" Take off your clothes? "

I was stunned. I thought you came here to paint your face, but you came here to play a hooligan?

"Take it off, what are you waiting for?" Miao Qingqing curiously asked me.

Were the people who painted so strange?

I glanced at Li Yinling, whose face was blushing red. I took off my white coat and shirt, then stood up, preparing to take off my pants.

"Why are you taking off your pants?"

Miao Qingqing was even more confused. Her cute eyebrows were knitted together, as if she didn't know why I was feeling troubled.

"Didn't you tell me to take off my clothes, Miss Miao?" I became even more confused and a little wronged. If you tell me to take it off, I'll take it off, but now you're saying that I can't take it off.

Miao Qingqing thought for a long time before replying expressionlessly, "I'm just asking you to take off the upper half of your clothes."

I could see that the girl was not able to distinguish between her clothes and her blouse, even though she had no natural language skills.

What the hell!

I just sat there on the chair and let Miao Qingqing draw on my chest.

Although I had rested for several months, my muscles had maintained a very good level. It belonged to a well-built body that was thin from wearing clothes, and there was meat on it from taking off the clothes.

Miao Qingqing drew very diligently, she would bite the brush while drawing quickly.

Li Yinling sat at the side and poured tea for them.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of brushstrokes.

After a while I saw a face in the window opposite the door.

A pretty girl's face.

It took me a moment to remember. Wasn't this the girl from the breast-feeding department, who looked like Han Xing?

She cutely pressed her face against the window, just like an anime. She squeezed out the flesh on her face, looking extremely adorable.

Is she looking at what Miao Qingqing is drawing?

My eyes were fixed on her face, which was now alternately surprised and shocked. It looked very funny.

"What are you laughing at? Please be more serious. Am I that ugly when I paint?"

When Miao Qingqing saw me smile, she was very unhappy.

I hastily replied, "No, no. I only smiled when I saw the first stinking girl fall outside."

Miao Qingqing turned her head around in a daze. The stinky girl was indeed shocked, and then she fell down and squatted on her butt.

"Alright, let's continue."

No one knew where those women had gotten the information from.

Within ten minutes, my window was full of women.

I looked down. There were women's departments, most of them, and nurses downstairs in the nursing department, the makeup department, the SPA, and so on. There were even two women in white gowns squeezed inside.

Embarrassed, I discovered that I seemed to have become the focus of everyone's attention within the Health Care Center.

It took about two hours.

My back is aching and my waist is aching, but Miao Qingqing is still immersed in drawing.

I don't think this woman will wake up until the painting is finished, so I'll have to risk my life to accompany you.

After all, he couldn't afford to offend this family.

Only at around eleven o'clock, Miao Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief, closed her drawing board and said to me: "Thank you very much, I already have a script, I'll go back and apply it."

"Can I have a look?"

I asked curiously. I wanted to know what Miao Qingqing had painted me to look like.

When I got the picture, however, I was in a state of disarray.

It does look like it, but I really don't like the style. A man wearing only underpants clenched his fists. His entire body was covered in muscles as he stood in the night sky. Even though there was a kind of unconcealable pain, he was not the same person as me!

"I feel like there are a lot of things that don't look like me."

I said helplessly.

"Is that so? I feel like I've already used all the drawing techniques that are most suitable for you. "

Once Miao Qingqing said this, I immediately said, "Actually, you're still very similar to me, I really like you."

At a time like this, there was no need to consider any morals. A penny was worth a penny.

"Is that so? "That's good."

Miao Qingqing nodded her head.

At this time, Miao Qingqing was resting, so I took the opportunity to ask: "Uhm, your family sells herbs, can you sell some?"

Miao Qingqing was startled and then said to me: "My family's friends have never asked, but if you want to. You can tell me my name. "

Good!

Why do I have to endure for three hours? This is the moment I'm waiting for, because I want to earn money too!

Ever since I knew that Miao Qingqing is a member of a Chinese medicinal family, I had a small thought.